"Give me your coat," Seungcheol said and Wonwoo complied. "There's no media outside," he said as he took it off but Seungcheol wasn't about to risk it. He let Wonwoo drape it over the man huddled in his arms before they opened the doors and walked out into the darkness of night. "He needs an ambulance," Wonwoo said, "one is on standby over there," but Seungcheol shook his head. "No. someone will leak it. I'll take him to the hospital myself."

Almost on cue, Jisoo pulled up in the car. "Holy crap," he said as he jumped out and opened the back door for Seungcheol to deposit Jeonghan carefully inside. "Is he okay?" "He's just a bit shaken up and he's hurt his ankle," Seungcheol replied as he climbed in behind him, "take us to the hospital." Jeonghan was still huddled under Wonwoo's police jacket and seemed happy under there so Seungcheol buckled him in and held onto him as they drove through the dark city streets and away from the nightmare of the last few months.

"Mr Yoon," the doctor smiled widely as he held up the image, "the good news is it isn't broken. It's a bad sprain and you'll be off it for at least a week." "A week? I can't do that. I have promotions..." he looked from a stern Seungcheol to a serious Jisoo and shook his mop of blond hair in resignation. "Fine," he sighed and the doctor handed him a prescription. "You can fill this on the way out. Stay off it. Rest, elevation, compression. And go easy on it when it feels better." "I have an excellent personal trainer," Jeonghan said as he shook his head at the crutches. "I don't need those." He slung an arm around Seungcheol's shoulders and the bodyguard held him around the waist. "I have Cheollie." His voice was so soft and delicate it made the dark haired man weak. Weak for what he had and weak for what he almost lost. This was where he belonged. He was never leaving his side ever again.

As the approached the doors of the hospital Seungcheol gasped. He could see the gathered media outside and looked over at Jisoo in panic. "It's fine," Jisoo said stoically. "I fully expected this. With all the chaos of the photos of you two and Jeonghan's disappearance from the music show it was bound to catch up with us eventually."

"Cheollie," Jeonghan whispered and Seungcheol drew him closer. "No use hiding from them now," he said as he pulled the blond man close and into the warmth of his body. "Ready?" Jisoo asked and they nodded. "Walk him straight to the car and get in, ignore the cameras, let me do the talking. Understood?" Seungcheol nodded his agreement and they walked out of the automatic doors into a lightening storm of camera flashes.

"Jeonghan, Jeonghan!"

"Seungcheol!"

Fansites and media called their names as Jeonghan clung on to Seungcheol. The bodyguard scowled a little as he guided the idol into the waiting car and bundled him inside. As soon as the door was closed Seungcheol wrapped him comfortably in his arms and stroked his soft hair to keep him calm as he watched Jisoo expertly handle the crowd outside.

"Today at Inkigayo Jeonghan suffered an ankle injury while rehearsing. It's not serious but he'll be taking a break from promotions to rest. We have no further comment thank you." He smiled briefly at the crowd who began screaming questions at him. "What about the bodyguard?" A reporter from the Star Dispatch yelled. "Any comment on their relationship?" "No comment other than Jeonghan is very happy in his personal life. His personal life is private. Thank you."

Jisoo climbed into the car and turned the ignition. The car crawled slowly away from the curb as the gathering of people were forced to move from its path. "I want to go home," Jeonghan murmured and Seungcheol just squeezed him tighter. "I know," he said as the car sped through the night.

"Oh my god," Mingyu said as he held the door open. They'd all been gathered in Jeonghan's apartment, waiting nervously for news, and no one was more relieved to see the battered little crew home than Junhui.

"Mr Jeonghan, Mr Seungcheol, I'm so sorry..." Junhui began to sob as he threw himself into the he floor in front of them. "This is all my fault." "No it's not," Seungkwan said as he stood up from the couch. "It's all my fault. None of this would have happened if I had been smarter..." he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Fuck, to think I was so blind, I even encouraged him..."

"Get up," Seungcheol said to Junhui. "It's all my fault. Jeonghan is my responsibility and I blew it when it mattered most."

"Fuck!" Jeonghan yelled as he hopped over to the couch and took Seungkwan's seat. "It's no ones fault. Except for that crazy kid who fucking kidnapped me. Stop blaming yourselves and someone get me a cup of tea. Please."

Junhui, Seungcheol, Seungkwan and Jisoo all looked at each other before rushing towards the kitchen. "I'll make it," Seungkwan yelled as he pushed Junhui back, Seungcheol trying to get past them both, Jisoo grabbing his arm. "I'll make it," Jisoo said before Mingyu pushed them all out of the doorway. "I'll make the tea," he said sternly. "Seungcheol, go and sit with him and make him put his feet up. Seungkwan, go get his kitten, that will cheer him up. Junhui just, I don't know, stay out of the way." Junhui blushed and moved back to the living area and began to tidy up.

"Jisoo, you can come and help me," he said and Jisoo nodded as he willingly followed the tall man into the kitchen to make tea.

"I guess you can get rid of me now," Seungcheol joked lightly as he settled on the couch. He lifted Jeonghan's legs onto his lap and began to gently massage his hair. "What the fuck?" Jeonghan murmured as he closed his eyes. "Why would I get rid of you?" "Your stalker is caught. You're safe now," Seungcheol said softly as he leaned in and pressed a kiss into Jeonghan's cheek making the man smile and hum with satisfaction. "I'll never be safe Cheollie," he said with a sad resignation. "None of us will. Me, Seungkwan, the others. As long as we're in the spotlight we'll always be at risk." "I'm thinking of hiring someone myself," Seungkwan said as he put the kitten into Jeonghan's lap.

The idol's eyes lit up as he snuggled the fat little ball of tabby fur closer to his face. "You should," Jeonghan said seriously as he turned his gaze on the younger singer. "It could have just as easily been you taken. And who knows how many other crazed fans are out there."

Thunderous footsteps interrupted them as Junhui ran through the living area towards the door. "Wonwoo's here!" He yelled right before there was a knock and he threw the door open and jumped into the detectives arms. "Hi baby," the detective crooned as he snuggled Junhui to his chest. "You're a hero," Junhui giggled as he made love heart eyes and everyone else groaned with nausea. "I'm not a hero," Wonwoo blushed as he shoved him away. "You're all my heroes," Jeonghan said as he looked around his strange crew.

He meant it.

He used to be so lonely, wandering through his life successful but unhappy, never knowing how it felt to be loved for who he was. And now he had so much love in his life. The unconditional love of the bundle of fluff in his lap, the warm friendship of his long time companion and Manager; he even had the love and respect of his junior who seemed to watch Jeonghan constantly with eyes full of adoration for the older singer.

And when he looked at Seungcheol reaching over to hand him some tea his eyes filled with tears. It was all because of him. This man who came into his life, taught him how to love and be loved, how to be strong and how to set boundaries. The man who both babied and spoiled him endlessly but also made him grow up.

"What?" Seungcheol smiled his shy gummy smile that was where it all started for Jeonghan. That first day he laid eyes on the bodyguard and instantly knew he had to have him in his life. The man who took his innocence and narcissism and turned it into maturity and sensuality.

"Nothing," Jeonghan replied, feeling suddenly shy as he took the tea from Seungcheol's hands. He sipped at it before putting it down and leaning his head on the bodyguard's broad shoulder. "You going to be okay?" Seungcheol whispered and Jeonghan clutched his hand as he looked around his living room, every seat taken, friends on the floor drinking tea and smiling warmly at them and each other.

"Yeah," Jeonghan said, soft but sincere, "I think I'm going to be fine."