“How mad are you?”

Kim Mingyu, suited to perfection, coiffed for business, paced the floor of his office. He had a thick diary in one hand and an iPad in the other and he was prepared to use either to defend himself from his client.

“Wild. How dare he?” Boo Seungkwan’s hands shook as he gripped the phone in his clutches. The photos of Yoon Jeonghan were stunning. He looked incredibly y, his new white blond hair the talk on everyone’s lips, he was at the top of every gossip page and every news story. He was even trending on twitter. Any buzz from Seungkwan’s own teaser photos had been swiftly eaten up by this revelation in the industry. Who would have known the ‘nation’s angel’ could change his image overnight and turn out so hot?

“I’ve been asking for a y concept for this comeback and you,” he gestured wildly at his tall manager making the big man flinch, “you and this company tell me no. You say it can’t work, it won’t sell, it won’t suit me.” The phone landed on the desk with a crash but didn’t crack. “No one knew it would suit this so much but here he is anyway, all ‘oooh look at my nips’ and ‘ my hair who cares’ and he looks amazing.”

“Look, Boo…” Mingyu had to sooth the beast before a radio interview in an hour. “It’s not your time yet. He’s been around for years and you’re still a rookie. You need more time to grow into your image.” It didn’t work. Seungkwan wasn’t satiated at all. He grabbed the cute pink beret off the table and unceremoniously plonked it on top of his honey brown locks. “Are you saying I’m not y?” he scowled at his manager fiercely from under the little hat and Mingyu couldn’t help it. He began to chuckle and soon was overtaken with loud laughter as tears dripped from his eyes. He watched Seungkwan snatch the hat off his head and throw it to the ground and that just made him laugh harder. “Sorry Boo,” he managed to gasp through his mirth. “You just looked so cute in that little hat and when you get mad you’re even cuter…”

He stopped laughing and leaned down to pick the hat up and put it back on Seungkwan’s head. “Give it another twelve months. Have patience. You won’t have to stick with this forever but you need more time to establish yourself.” Mingyu thought hard before finding the right words to placate his diva client. “Jeonghan is old, remember…” a slow smile crept across Seungkwan’s face and Mingyu knew he had him. “He has to find new tricks. He’s been out for so long with the same old concept it’s not fresh anymore and he’s probably getting desperate.” It was working. The brightness returned to his cheeks as he wandered over to a mirror on the wall and reapplied his cherry lip gloss, smacking them together loudly, before turning back to Mingyu happily. “I’m still fresh. Aren’t I?” Mingyu grinned widely. “Yes Boo. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. You’re still fresh and youthful. You don’t need to show your s to hit the top of the charts. Leave that cheap fo