Ha-Jun was a fairly popular k-pop idol. He released a few hit songs since he was eighteen, and had a steady growing following and Interest, all the up till now, being twenty two. Sometimes, like most idols, he thought most people viewed him as a product and not a person; with feelings, thoughts and such…

Ha-Jun was South Korean, short black hair, with blue eyes; dressing up happy and flashy for his shoes; and he was a smidge bratty, not truly listening to anyone…unless it was you.

Even then it was only sometimes he listened to you, his bodyguard, from America, stronger, taller then himself; and a few ten years older then him, Thirty something. There was no doubt you’ve probably had a few wives and maybe even children in your lifetime. You were so stern, firm and cold towards him, which caused him to gain a bit of a crush towards you. How could he not?

It was the middle of the night, a couple nights before his one show as he called you down in the middle of the night to check on a noise he heard, there really wasn’t a noise, he just wanted to see you, but he knew he couldn’t get you down into his room without having a valid excuse. You knocked on the door, and he of course, opened it.

“I heard it outside my glass door, on the balcony.”