“This is ing insane…”

It was six am, bitterly cold, and there were people everywhere. The low metal fences barely served as a barricade and Seungcheol was glad he’d called in the assistance of Junhui.

“So you’re just going to walk past all these people and stop out there in the open and have photos taken? And none of these people have passed a bag check or a security checkpoint or gone through a metal detector?” Jeonghan and Jisoo just shrugged. “That’s how it is here.” Jisoo said and Jeonghan nodded. “I don’t like it. We need a plan,” he said as he and Junhui looked out of the windows of the big black SUV.

“We’re just going to have to go out there with him,” Junhui said and Seungcheol nodded. The simplest solution was the best and most obvious and he smiled as he realised for the hundredth time Junhui was smarter than he appeared. “You can’t be in the photos,” Jisoo said and Seungcheol shrugged. “We have to go out there. We’ll stand back but it’s the only way I can guarantee his safety. Okay Jeonghan?” Seungcheol asked and a mischievous smirk crossed the man’s face. “Whatever you say Cheollie. You want to be in the photos you go right ahead. I’m not going to stop you from catching five minutes of fame!” he began to laugh and Seungcheol couldn’t hep but join in despite how agitated he felt.

“I don’t really want the press getting wind of the extra security,” Jisoo complained and Seungcheol wondered if the man ever did anything but complain. He really needed a hobby. “I don’t give a about the press Jisoo. We’re going out there with him.” Seungcheol said firmly and Junhui nodded and Jisoo was outnumbered.

Seungcheol got out first, holding his hand out for Jeonghan to take, Junhui following behind him. Junhui was wearing a kind of cleaner version of Seungcheol’s outfit, dark denim and white t-shirt contrasting with Seungcheol’s all black ensemble, and they both had thick padded jackets over the top. “Hold this please,” Jeonghan said as he slipped out of his own thick grey jacket and handed it over to Jisoo. He wore a paper-thin sweater underneath, the neckline bearing the deepest V Seungcheol had ever seen, the sweater tucked neatly at the front into the top of his ripped jeans. He ran a hand through his hair and turned to Seungcheol with that look of hunger in his eyes. Hunger for approval, for validation and acceptance, for confidence. “You look perfect,” was all Seungcheol could say.

Junhui went first, his keen eyes scanning the crowd, honing in instantly on him. The fanboy from the showcase. He was dressed in a dark jacket barely covering the bright coloured hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing underneath and he was wearing a sunny yellow beanie. And purple sunglasses? The thing that caught Junhui’s eye, besides the biggest camera he’d ever seen, was the sign with ‘Boo’ on it. Why was he at Jeonghan’s showcase if he was a Seungkwan fansite? Or why was he here with a ‘Boo’ sign if he was a Jeonghan fansite. Junhui didn’t like when things didn’t add up.