Seungcheol could feel the quiet seething anger coming from Jisoo as they got out of the car in the tv studio’s underground carpark. The security was better here than at the company and they had been stopped and asked to produce ID for all occupants of the car. As they got out and began walking towards him Jisoo shook his head. “What is that?” he asked as he saw the blanket wrapped bundle in Jeonghan’s arms. “My baby. His name is Chan Chan.” Jisoo looked like he was going to explode. Seungcheol just followed him into the building carrying a cat cage.

When Jeonghan was safely handed over to hair and makeup Jisoo dragged Seungcheol into the dressing room. “What were you thinking?” he hissed to the confused face of the bodyguard. “What do you mean?” Seungcheol crossed his arms and stared back at the quietly angry manager. “You can’t just let him get a cat. Jeonghan can’t take care of a kitten. He can barely take care of himself.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “Calm down. So what? It’s just a ing cat. He has money to burn, he can pay someone to look after it when he’s away, he has maids to clean up after it.”

Seungcheol didn’t want to admit to Jisoo that he felt sorry for Jeonghan. That, despite his manipulations and his problematic inappropriate behaviours, deep down he was just a lonely man with no control over his life.

Jisoo fumed. “All he’s going to talk about now is that ing cat Seungcheol. He won’t concentrate on his work or his comeback. He’s going to lose focus and it’s going to be all your fault.” Jisoo sighed and Seungcheol ran his hands through his dark silky hair. “Jisoo who pays your wages?” “The company.” He said with a resigning expression. “And who pays mine?” Jisoo knew where this was going. “Jeonghan.” He conceded as he rubbed his eyes. “Right. He pays my wages. He’s my boss. He wants to get a cat then we go and get a cat. He wants company or to walk around at 3am I say yes. Okay? I’m not his boss he’s mine.” Seungcheol sighed heavily as Jisoo looked at him with a combination of concern and curiosity. “He made you come over in the night?” he asked as his face fell a little and Seungcheol felt slightly and strangely superior. “Yeah he did. He asked me to come over so I did. It’s my job.:”

“Cheollie…” the angelic voice was soft but strong as it carried through the door of the dressing room. “I need you…” Seungcheol immediately cut off their argument and opened the door. “Cheollie can you please bring Chan Chan and stand with him side stage while I get interviewed?” He looked around Seungcheol towards Jisoo who was standing in the doorway with a sour expression. “You don’t get to hold him. You don’t like him.” Seungcheol stifled a laugh as Jeonghan, his face and hair covered in the busy hands of the stylists, stuck his tongue out at his Manager.

Seungcheol scooped the kitten up out of the cat cage and wrapped him up in the baby blanket