Seungcheol called in a favour. He waited downstairs in the lobby of Jeonghan’s building and when the tall dark haired man walked in through the door he held his hand out without breaking a smile. “Nice to see you Seungcheol.” Seungcheol shook the hand of his former deputy, now the Detective in charge of the organised crime branch, and smiled widely. “You haven’t changed Wonwoo. Still professional at all times.”

“You should come around the station.” Wonwoo said as they rode the elevator up to the top floor. “The guys always still talk about you and you don’t answer anyone’s calls.” “Wonwoo I’m sorry. But you know, there are just too many memories. Not just bad ones.” He sighed as he looked at the roof and then back at his former junior’s face. “I still miss it. The job, the people, my old life.” Wonwoo sighed a little and nodded. “I understand.”

The elevator opened up into the lobby of the penthouse suite and the two men walked out. Seungcheol stopped Wonwoo before they entered the apartment. “Okay, so Jeonghan is a little offbeat, and a bit unpredictable.” He warned the other man. “His Manager, Jisoo, is also in there and he can be a bit sour, but he’s very competent and he will do whatever you need him to do.”

Seungcheol prepared to card the door open and held his breath. The two men walked in to find Jisoo seated on the couch with a pouting Jeonghan on his lap. He was clutching the poor kitten close to his chest and tears streaked his face. The envelope was on the table, the plastic bag torn open, the contents strewn everywhere and Seungcheol frowned. “I told you not to open it.” He looked over to Wonwoo and introduced him to the other two men. Jisoo tried to hold his hand out to shake it but he couldn’t manage with the grown man curled up in his lap.

Seungcheol tried hard not to explode. “Who opened it?” ”I did.” Jisoo said with an uncharacteristic defiance. “He has a right to know. And I used the gloves.” He indicated a pair of blue disposable gloves on the coffee table. He looked over to Wonwoo who opened the bag he was carrying and put gloves on his own hands. He took plastic sleeves out of the bag and proceeded to individually seal each page of the letter, numbering them in the top corners with consecutive stickers, before finally handing them to Seungcheol to look at.

The words were random and barely coherent ramblings on how beautiful Jeonghan was, how perfect and ethereal he was with his long hair, the usual obsessed stalker/fan content that Seungcheol expected based on the previous letters. But the last page of this had a photo, taken from a distance with a long range lens, of Jeonghan and Seungcheol leaving the mall with the kitten bundled up in the blanket. It was taped to the page and below it was a printed screenshot of Chan Chan from the interview, yawning with his mouth wide open, and the pictures were drawn all over with black sharpie. In the first picture Seungcheol and the kitten were scribbled out furiously and a big heart was drawn around Jeonghan’s face. In the second picture the kitten’s eyes were crossed out with big Xs.