Seungcheol stared at the most famous singer in the country in shock. "What do you mean we have to take my car? Where's yours?" Jeonghan shook his head, his fair hair swinging around his face, while his nose crumpled up in distaste. "I'm not allowed to have a car. I'm actually not allowed to drive. But sometimes I want to drive and Jisoo lets me drive his car. I have a licence but, yeah, company won't allow it." Seungcheol couldn't really believe it. He really thought Jeonghan always got his own way. Now he was starting to see why the man used every single advantage he had to get his own way when he could. He was controlled in so many ways. "Jisoo's car is paid for by the company anyway so he can drive me wherever I need to go."

Seungcheol sighed and unlocked his car. The late model hatchback was small, black, and very dirty. He regretted buying a black car the day he drove it home and saw it was already covered with a noticeable layer of fine dust. It was always dirty, the backseat was covered with towels and tshirts from the gym, and the floor was littered with dirt, leaves and rocks from Seungcheol's Magnums, and a few empty cans of his favourite energy drink.

Seungcheol quickly leaned over and grabbed the envelopes and catalogues he'd grabbed out of his mailbox from the front seat and tossed them into the back so Jeonghan would have somewhere to sit. The beautiful male, his long hair free flowing, slipped into the seat and looked around with wide eyes of wonder. "Cheollie I never thought you would have such a cute little car. I thought you'd have like some big manly car." Jeonghan giggled as he looked around. "Messy though. Who does your cleaning? I'd fire them." Seungcheol just sighed.

He grabbed the gearstick and reversed the car, looking carefully over his shoulder, while Jeonghan watched on in fascination. "No reversing camera? And oh wow, your car has real gears, how do you even know how to do that?" "When you get a small car its better if it's a manual. It won't have enough power if you get an automatic gearbox," Seungcheol said as he swiped out of the underground carpark and pulled out onto the street. Jeonghan smiled to himself as he looked out the window of the dirty little car. "Maybe this car's manlier than I thought," he said softly to himself.

After a long and pleasant early morning drive to Jeonghan's favourite mall they finally parked. Jeonghan pulled his mask and bucket hat out of his bag and quickly hid his face and hair. Seungcheol shook his head and pulled the bucket hat off. "First of all you just look more famous like this. You look like you're deliberately trying to hide." "But I am." Jeonghan was confused. "Try this." Seungcheol rummaged around on the backseat and found a cap. He pulled it down over Jeonghan's hair letting his ponytail hang out the bottom. Their eyes locked as Seungcheol fixed the cap and let his fingers run through the long smooth ponytail and for just a second Jeonghan's eyes showed the truth of who he really was. For a brief minute he was just a man without all his manipulations. Seungcheol saw flashes of appreciation, gratitude, need and just a little sadness. It was enough to make him quickly look away.

"You can't wear the same disguise every time Jeonghan." Seungcheol said as he grabbed another cap from the pile of stuff in the back and pulled it down over his own hair. "You need to be more unpredictable." Jeonghan laughed as they got out of the little car and walked towards the entrance. "Can I hold your hand? That's unpredictable." Seungcheol almost said yes but he wasn't as vulnerable as he was in the early post-dawn hours. "Jeonghan you really think that won't draw attention?" He had to laugh as Jeonghan pouted. "Jisoo always lets me hold his hand." "Well he shouldn't. You're not five Jeonghan." Jeonghan laughed at that. "I might still get lost." He said as he giggled and tossed his head back with barely contained mirth. "That won't happen. I won't let you out of my sight." Seungcheol said as the big glass doors opened and they walked in.

"$200 for a tshirt?" Seungcheol balked at the price tag. It didn't look any different from his $20 black tshirts he wore every day. "Try it." Jeonghan said as he pushed Seungcheol towards the change room with the tshirt in hand. "And these." He said as he grabbed a pair of black jeans from a rack. Seungcheol regretted his job yet again as he stripped in the blinding white light of the upmarket designer store. He pulled the jeans on and tried to pretend he hadn't seen the price on the swing tag and pulled the tshirt on over his head. It looked amazing and the fabric felt so good. On closer inspection he could in fact see all the differences between this one and the ones he wore but still not enough to justify the price.

"Come out." Jeonghan said as he banged on the door. "Or I'm coming in!" "Good luck." Seungcheol laughed as he zipped up the jeans. "The door's locked silly." They both laughed and Seungcheol swung the door open. "Holy shit." Jeonghan said as he chewed his bottom lip. "You in the mood to question your sexuality in clothing store change room?" Seungcheol couldn't help the slight flush that crept across his cheeks as he quickly turned away towards the mirror.

"Leave them on." Jeonghan said as he snatched the tags off and wandered back over to the rack. "How often is your laundry service?" he called out as Seungcheol sat down on an ottoman to retie his boots. "If by 'laundry service' you mean how often do you wash your own clothes then usually twice a week if I'm not busy." Jeonghan watched the man lace his well worn boots and smiled. "Well, you're going to be really busy. So I guess I'll work off once."

He grabbed six more black tshirts, added two white and two grey, and tossed them at the sales assistant. He checked the size on the tags in his hand and chose four more pairs of jeans, two pairs of black pants and two neat button down shirts. Seungcheol watched him toss belts and a few ties onto the pile without a thought but when he wandered over to a wall covered in shoes Seungcheol got up and went over to him. "Sorry. The boots are non negotiable." Jeonghan smiled as he pulled out his wallet. He could live with the boots. The way the shirts fit Seungcheol's chest and arms no one would be looking at his feet anyway.

Jeonghan's phone began to ring as they walked towards the pet store. "Hello.... The mall..... No of course not...... With Seungcheol silly! No we won't be much longer. We'll meet you at the studio. Okay?" Jeonghan hung the phone up and grinned like a child. "Jisoo having a panic attack." He said as he began to skip ahead when he saw the big teal signed store with the glass cages in the front window. "Wait up." Seungcheol said and reached out to grab Jeonghan's arm but it almost slipped through his grip. "I thought you said we couldn't hold hands." Jeonghan cheekily smirked as he wound their fingers together tightly before Seungcheol could resist and pulled him towards the store.

"I want them all," Jeonghan said as he watched the four little kittens roll around in a bed of straw. "One," Seungcheol said firmly but he stood patiently while Jeonghan cuddled each and every kitten before making his decision. Finally he settled on a little grey tabby with stunning blue eyes. "She's beautiful," he said as he snuggled his nose into the kitten's soft fur. "She's a he," the shop assistant said with a laugh and Jeonghan was in love. "I'll take him."

Seungcheol carried the clothes, the big bag with the cat bed, the food and the blankets, the cat toys and water bowls and litter tray out to the car while Jeonghan dreamily nursed his baby. He waited while Seungcheol packed all the shopping into the hatch of his little car before he turned to him and smiled softly with his little grey bundle in his arms. "Thank you so much," he said and his eyes were warm. They were soft and genuine and the tears that sparkled in the late morning sun were real and heartfelt and stunningly beautiful. "You're the boss," was all Seungcheol said but his own smile returned the sentiment as the two men stood in the carpark.