“What’s going on?” Seungkwan asked as he walked backstage and found the four men waiting for him with Mingyu. “Want to come for a drink?” Jeonghan asked. “Not out in public. We have a big problem and we need to talk.” Seungkwan looked over at Mingyu who nodded.

“How many of those shirts do you have?” Seungcheol asked as he eyed the billowy white shirt Seungkwan was wearing. It was frilled down the front and tied with a neat bow at the neck. “Here? Four. Why?” Mingyu turned to him with a serious expression and put a hand on his shoulder. “They got a threatening email and we can’t be followed. We’re going to have to make sure we fool him.”

Jeonghan couldn’t stop giggling at Seungcheol dressed in the dandy shirt. “You look so cuteeee” he giggled and giggled and Seungcheol scowled into his hands. “The things I do for you,” he said as Jeonghan plonked a bucket hat on his head. Jeonghan, although shorter, had switched clothes with Junhui and also put a hat low on his head. The two followed Mingyu to Seungkwan’s white SUV parked in the underground carpark. They watched Junhui, who was really feeling himself dressed in Jeonghan’s Gucci, follow Seungkwan and Jisoo into the other vehicle. “Is this really going to work?” Jeonghan asked and Seungcheol just nodded at him. It had to. They couldn’t be followed.

Cameras flashed at the vehicles drove out together from the car park. They drove one way in the white one and the black one drove in the opposite direction and they continued down the highway in silence. Seungcheol kept turning around to check if they were being followed and they were. He could see him on the scooter, his bright tye dyed shirt hardly inconspicuous, and he leaned over the front to talk while Mingyu drove.

“What’s the deal with this guy?” he asked and Mingyu frowned. “He’s Seungkwan’s number one fansite. He’s everywhere we go. He’s never shown himself to be a threat and he never tries to get close or anything..” “He always follow you guys back to Seungkwan’s home though?” Mingyu nodded. “Okay. I agree that it shouldn’t be happening. But he’s Seungkwan’s number one, he never makes any threats or intrudes, and he always just follows and then leaves. He doesn’t even hang around.” “He’s also our number one suspect,” Seungcheol said and grabbed Jeonghan as he tried to crane his neck. “Do not look behind us,” he said. “Just face the front.”

They parked in the garage of Seungkwan’s building and walked into the lobby. They maintained their disguises until they were in the elevator where Seungcheol quickly removed the shirt and pulled on his own black t-shirt from his pocket. “I’ll go out and check,” he said as the elevator went straight back down. Seungcheol walked out and checked the windows and all seemed clear as he waved Jeonghan and Mingyu back out.

When they climbed back into the SUV Jeonghan and Seungcheol hid in the foot wells of the backseat. Highly illegal and definitely dangerous but the only way to make it look like Mingyu was leaving alone just in case they were being watched.

By the time they hit the highway and were seated and belted Seungcheol was sure they were clear and safe. He finally relaxed enough to reach out and card his fingers through the soft hair on the back of Jeonghan’s neck and the man whine