Ren slowly realized what was happening in an out of touch, reality-is-very-far-away kind of way. Baekho…was kissing him. Ren could distantly remember what this had felt like five years ago, and by the gods above, Baekho, if humanly possible, had gotten even better. Ren nearly moaned into the kiss but stopped himself just in time. What the heck was he doing? Was he trying to make Ren kill himself? But for the life of him Ren just couldn’t remember why he’d ever want to leave this earth in the first place. Surely there could be nothing that felt as good as Baekho’s lips moving on his…

Wait! No, no,nononononono! This was not supposed to happen, he, Ren, was supposed to be in charge these last few days…and yet…it felt so good. Ren’s flair of discomfort flew away as quickly as it had come, and Ren moved his mouth against Baekho’s in return until he slowly pulled back. Both were breathless, pupils large and aroused, lips red and slick. Ren stared at him for a moment, and Baekho stared right back. At last Ren caught his breath enough to say,

“What…do you…think…you’re…doing?” he struggled to form a coherent sentence, struggled to stay in control. However, the response was not from whom he was expecting,

“Yes, that’s what I would like to know, what do you two think you’re doing?” Ren spun like a top to face his boss, and felt his cheeks tinge pink to see the small crowd of people that followed in his wake, including a very shocked Minhyun and Kai. Ren wanted to die, but sadly his razor was back home, lovingly polished (like the psycho he was, and knew he was) in his drawer. Far, far out of reach. But not for long…he just had to suffer through this one day…

“Ah! Manager-hyung!” Baekho greeted cheerfully, and Ren just stared in amazement at the smile plastered on his face, meanwhile covering his mouth with his hand, “I was showing Ren how a photo shoot back in America worked – isn’t it interesting? I found it extraordinarily educational,” Ren’s face, if humanly possible, got paler than it already was. What on earth was Baekho trying to do? Yes, fashion had always been on the “loose” side, but even so, Korea still wasn’t a particularly friendly place for people like him and Baekho.

“Educational?” the manager spoke in a dark, skeptical voice, dark suited arms crossed and Ren begged for death to take him where he stood.

“Fanservice,” Baekho grinned happily, completely oblivious to the looks he was getting, and the completely lost expression of his boss. Eventually he realized no one understood. Baekho struck a pose, tight tank top hugging his muscles as though it were glued on, "Like this, it's just an outfit, it looks good 'n all, but it needs to stand out. Now, if I do this..," Ren nearly had a heart attack as he dragged Kai forward from the crowd, pulling the boy towards him by the hips. He seductively edged Kai's shirt up, just a tease of bare bronzed skin, as he turned a smoldering gaze towards their boss, "The clothing becomes a shell, a barrier between two people. Suddenly the clothing has a story, people are attracted to the chemistry between the two men, and since they can't have either of us, they settle for the next best thing. The thing that lies closest to our skin, that separates