Choi Seungcheol used to be a mess.

Used to be.

His apartment was still messy, his hair was usually messy, but his life was far from messy. He rolled over and kicked the blankets off his body letting the cold air hit his bare skin. He never wore pyjamas to bed, preferring to sleep no matter how cold it was, and living alone meant he could do what he wanted.

He used to be chubby and lazy but that all changed when he decided he wanted to pursue a career in the police force. When he latched onto his dream in his second year of college he switched majors, hired a personal trainer, and changed who he was. Now he was dedicated to a life of health and fitness but while his body was tidy and his career was in order in all other aspects he was still messy.

He rolled over and felt around on the ground for yesterday’s sweat pants before sitting up and pulling them on. His phone was lit up with a notification and his stomach leaped with a mix of anxiety and excitement when he saw the email requesting an interview. He’d loved the police force but after being hit in the chest by a ricochet bullet during a drug bust he’d had to take a payout. He used the money to start up his own security company and so far he was the only employee. But he was also the boss and made his own rules and it suited him just fine. He’d started out doing crappy supermarket security but this interview might mean he could quit that.

He breathed in and out slowly as he read the email. Working for a superstar like Yoon Jeonghan? That would really be hitting the big time. And the guy seemed like such a sweetheart. Every interview he’d seen had Jeonghan smiling sweetly, singing beautifully with his strong but delicate and distinct voice, laughing politely and showing his charismatic charms. He could only hope this might be the job for him to really make something of his business.

He found a tank top in the dirty wash basket before pulling it on, adding some clean socks he found in the other basket, and pulling his sneakers on near the front door. He zipped his keys into his pocket and used the stairs to warm himself up before setting out at a brisk pace for his regular early morning jog.

By the time he returned his head was clear and his body felt great. He stripped and showered and searched his closet for something suitable for a job interview. The only problem was he didn’t have a suit, or even