Jeonghan disappeared into the recording studio and Seungcheol and Wonwoo settled down on the couches in the room outside to wait for the company head of security. Seungcheol sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked at his watch. "He's twenty minutes late," his eyes rolled back into his head and Wonwoo just laughed. "Are you surprised? There's no security here whatsoever. No locked doors, no checks, no keycard entry."

They both looked up when the door flew open and a tall man stumbled through it. He was wearing a white button up with black pants and a black tie. The shirt was speckled with little pastel pink flecks of the strawberry milkshake he was carrying and his hair at the front stuck straight up like he'd ran there in a windstorm.

"Sorry I'm late," his eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked around the room. "Is Mr Jeonghan here?" Seungcheol stood up and walked towards him. "Are you the head of security?" "Oh. Yeah! Sorry." He swapped his giant milkshake over and shook Seungcheol's outstretched hand with his own still cold and damp from the cup he'd been clutching.

"I'm Wen Junhui and, yes, I'm the head of security here. I was really hoping to finally meet Mr Jeonghan.... I'm a huge fan..." his eyes flickered around the small waiting area, over Wonwoo still seated on the couch, and back to Seungcheol. "Is he here?"

"He's busy."

Seungcheol instantly didn't like this guy. He was weirdly goofy, incompetent, and way too interested in meeting Jeonghan. And also probably the best looking guy Seungcheol had ever met. It was such an odd combination, his stunningly y appearance, his awkward childlike mannerisms. He was just Jeonghan's type and Seungcheol didn't want him anywhere near him.

Seungcheol wondered exactly how much of his uality was on a downhill slide as he admired Junhui's thighs clad in a pair of tight dress pants before quickly regaining his focus.

"Anyway. This is Detective Jeon. He's overseeing Jeonghan's case." Wonwoo stood up and chewed his bottom lip as he looked over the man in front of him. He held his hand out and Junhui shook it as he blushed and started to giggle. "Hi..." he said a little breathlessly and Seungcheol rolled his eyes as the two sat down and made puppy eyes at each other.

"Hang on. Jeonghan's case?" Junhui suddenly looked confused. "What's wrong with Mr Jeonghan?" Seungcheol had a headache and it was only getting worse. He rubbed his forehead as Junhui noisily at the straw in his drink. "Jeonghan has a stalker and has been receiving threatening letters and packages at his home and out in public." Junhui's lip dropped behind his straw and he looked from Seungcheol to Wonwoo with wide eyes.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" He jumped up from the chair and dropped the milkshake and frowned as what little was left spilled out onto the floor. "We need to increase security!" Junhui bent down to pick up the cup just as Wonwoo leaned over to help him and their heads clashed with a loud bump. Seungcheol rubbed his eyes and groaned aloud.

"Yes. We need to increase security. Starting with providing an alternative entrance from the carpark. I'