"it says here that the bombing happens at 11:00 am, at heosan crossing. they're targeting.... the car that carries the son of moon sajan, moon jinsae." the file folder gets snatched away from mingyu's hands. wonwoo reads the file while sipping on hot chocolate. "seungcheol said that he got this from our informant just today, at dawn. we don't have much information, too."

"the bomb is not targeting moon jinsae." wonwoo states, opposing mingyu's statement. "the bomb is a distraction, so the people won't notice the actual murder of moon jinsae."

mingyu dumbly stared at wonwoo, waiting for hin to explain the situation further. wonwoo sighed before continuing, having the thought: is he too dumb to make a deduction himself? "look, we know the route that moon jinsae is taking. it's straight ahead, passing heosan crossing. the bomb is speculated to be about two streets away from heosan crossing. it's clearly just a stupid distraction. when all the people are huddled around on the site of the bombing, the killer will have moon jinsae all to himself, and not much audience."

"but the assassin would easily be spotted if there's no audience!"

wonwoo's eyes widen, then he smiles. mingyu noticed that his nose crinkled—and hey! that's the first time that he smiled in front of anyone! "that's a good point. but, from what i think, the butler of moon jinsae will be the killer."

"why?" mingyu flips through the papers, and then stops when he finds the file of moon jinsae's butler, kim heojoon. "what's with him?" mingyu points to the picture of the butler. mingyu winced a little, noticing how scruffy the butler looks.

"kim heojoon's brother, kim heojae, was an activist who once dared to defy moon jinsae's father. kim heojae was mysteriously murdered, and kim heojoon would obviously suspect the moons for his brother's murder. this is his revenge. but the moons didn't kill kim heojae, according to the files that were given. it says here that karasu mafia killed kim heojae—he was both an activist and a mafioso at the time." wonwoo says.

"oh, that's good, you figured it out before we ran out of time!" mingyu looks at the wall clock, reading 9:27. mingyu immediately sets the file down, standing up from the couch. "we need to get ready now, there are new clothes in the dresser of your room! bye!"

aw, man! mingyu won't have time to style his hair perfectly, pick the right notebook to bring, and pick which fountain pen he'll bring today! some of the fountain pens are too shitty, and sometimes, he brings notebooks that are too small.

yes. mingyu can't create an object bigger than the page that he wrote on. he has to predict which weapons he will be ought to use for today's case, so he can bring the right notebook.

mingyu chooses the notebook the size of hand guns. this should be enough.

"wonwoo, you ready?" mingyu's shoes made a satsifying sound, getting louder as he got nearer to wonwoo's room. mingyu knocks on the door, met with a much fresher wonwoo. "oh, good choice of clothing!"

wonwoo's hair was swept back, still wet from the shower. he wore a black dress shirt underneath a beige coat, matching with his beige slacks. a red string tied up into a ribbon acted as his necktie. topping it all off, he wears an elevated black dress shoes. this outfit is so formal!

oh, right. that dresser only had formal clothes and pajamas. mingyu reminded himself to give wonwoo some clothes when they're done with their mission.

"thanks, you too." wonwoo eyed mingyu's outfit; white polo, checkered black and white slacks with dress shoes on. "but we have no time. we have to locate a bomb and diffuse it, catch moon jinsae's vehicle and stop his butler from killing him."

at 10:50, mingyu and wonwoo were cluelessly walking around the area of the bombing site. though it states that it would be two streets away from heosan crossing, the exact location of the bomb was not disclosed.

"i'm hungry." mingyu whines, slouching as he walked beside wonwoo. "where could that bomb be?! i'm getting tired!"

"this is no time to be tired, mingyu-ssi—"

"you call me 97 when we're at work."

"—97. we have 12–no, 10 minutes until the bomb explodes. we need to locate it now." wonwoo stated. sometimes, mingyu wondered if he was even a proper member of seventeen. he always gets worn out before the real deal happens.

"ugh." mingyu only sighed, prolonging it a little. he tries to compose himself again, but he hears his tummy rumbling—and he sighs yet again. "heosan crossing is sooooo busy!"

"h-hey, look!" wonwoo stutters. mingyu looks at him, and was utterly confused when he saw wonwoo's eyes sparkling. mingyu looks at the direction where wonwoo was looking, to see a sleek black audi, engine roaring. mingyu smiles, remembering how excited wonwoo sounded when he saw the car. he's yet to see a world full of wonder.

is there supposed to be a blinking object underneath it, though? maybe it's a new sensor, or a new style of these expensive ass cars. maybe the owner added it for flashiness? psh, who is the owner, anyway?

mingyu gets back his composure, seeing the two people in the car. his eyes widen, and he immediately calls out for wonwoo. "wonwoo! can you do something about that?!" mingyu points to the black car. wonwoo confusingly looked at mingyu, before he looked at the car again—and his body reacted before he could think.

"no, wonwoo! i didn't tell you to get the bomb, we'll be in danger!" mingyu cusses, seeing that wonwoo has the ticking bomb on his hands. wonwoo could've made a black hole and sucked the bomb in, but he was too surprised to think properly. "hey, don't die, alright?! i have to deal with the butler and moon jinsae!"

"i won't!" wonwoo glanced at the bomb, threatening to explode 9 minutes from now. it was really meant to explode at exactly 11:00, huh? wonwoo smirked. my deduction was almost perfect. he makes a black hole, before throwing the bomb in it. the bomb was long gone, and he could only watch mingyu—wait, did mingyu just turn that car upside down?!

"moon jinsae, escape now!"

"what's happening—why?!"

mingyu cusses, pulling jinsae out of the upturned car. "your butler had a plan to kill you, because he thought that your father killed his brother. go, go, call the police now!" moon jinsae does what he was told, crawling out of the car before completely running nowhere.

mingyu hears a gun click behind his head. he sighs, turning around to meet kim heojoon's eyes. "i knew i was being followed."

"uh-uh, i'm not the one who followed you. our informant did, probably." mingyu replied, glaring at the butler. "put down that gun and you won't get hurt." mingyu said, but of course, heojoon doesn't budge.

"get on your knees, if you don't want to get hurt."

mingyu slowly nodded, kneeling. for now, heojoon gets the upper hand, the control. mingyu has to play weak, dumb and obedient for now, until the police arrive.

"just kidding," heojoon said, mockingly laughing. "you took my only chance for revenge. i think you deserve to die as much as moon jinsae—"

heojoon's supposed-to-be soliloquy was interrupted when mingyu took out a folded paper from his sleeve. it suddenly glows when mingyu unfolds the paper, and then the paper miraculously turns into a handgun. "i think you need to shut up."

he was prepared beforehand. when did he write that? wonwoo laughs in amazement, approaching the scene that caused traffic. the gun on kim heojoon's hand gets stolen, flying away from him in a stable and fast speed—and it ends up in wonwoo's hands. mingyu stood up, giving wonwoo a short glance before facing the enemy again.

kim heojoon was surprised, but he looks like he expected it. who will laugh after encountering abilities for the first time? only one who knows about the existence of abilities.

the police came just in time, immediately cuffing kim heojoon as they arrived. wonwoo and mingyu were supposed to be as relieved as the people around who witnessed the incident—but they weren't. the last thing that kim heojoon said was bothering.

"so, you're the ones that pledis mafia warned me about?"

"that's all for today?" wonwoo curiously asked, walking side by side with mingyu. "that's not enough."

"you'll get more tomorrow or so, i'm tired." mingyu sighed, stopping to see a gelato shop. "hey, wanna get gelato?"

"what's that?" wonwoo tilted his head, looking at the gelato place. what's a gelato?

mingyu giggled, grabbing wonwoo's hand. "you'll see. by the way, you did a good job today, wonwoo!" wonwoo's eyes widened, getting dragged all of a sudden. mingyu stops once they were inside the shop, lining up in fromt of the counter. "what flavor do you like?"

"uh, i'll get what you get." wonwoo awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to another. "i don't even know what a gelato is."

"i'm trying not to ruin the element of surprise here!"