At the T.R.E.E. Headquarters, it was business as usual. The agents were busy working on their papers, patrolling via their infrared trackers for cities that were in danger as well as working to solve some cases that needed some investigation to be done. All was fine and peaceful, so far. Nothing unusual to report. Usually if this was the case, the agents would go straight to talking about things they were more interested in: showbiz, personal lives, quarrels, and all sorts of gossip. The experts in this were the girls, especially the younger ones who were first in the gossip line, first to know the latest stories about people they knew and celebrities they adored. Today was no different from all the other idle days they had.

"Did you hear about Super Junior? The new boyband?" 

"Oh yeah! But I don't know any of their songs."

"I've heard some of their songs, but I really haven't gotten the chance to research about them."

"They are so totally awesome, I'm telling you! They're talented and cute!"

"Well I've seen what they look like, but I don't want to make any judgements based on their looks."

"They're super talented, too! You should see them dance and hear them sing!" squealed one lady agent. "They sound soooo divine!" she practically melted in her seat. The other ladies giggled at her reaction.

"I've seen them on TV. They are handsome, I  must agree with you."

"I actually heard about them from my little sister. She is basically crazy about them!" The girls all blushed a bright shade of pink as they sapzzed about their new favorite boyband. The others, despite not having heard of them yet, felt that they were an act to watch out for and were a potential guilty pleasure.

Their boss Lee Jin Ki better known as Onew was passing by when he heard the girls' squeals and giggles. He felt like a high schooler once again, passing by the girls who loved to gossip about petty matters. Onew raised his eyebrow and looked at them, smirking at their noise. The girls smiled shyly at him and waved, embarrassed by their noise.

"We're sorry sir, we're just really excited." Onew crossed his arms in front of his chest and smiled.

"Oh." pretending to be interested in their conversation. "Excited for what?"

"This new boyband. Super Junior. I really can't wait for their next appearance."

"Why? They cute? Huh? Like another Backstreet Boys or Westlife? Something like that?" Onew asked sarcastically.

"No! Even better! Sir Onew, they're hot! Hotter than hell!"

"I've not heard of them."

"Because you're a guy. You're a hardworking guy who could care less about the world of music and showbiz." Onew felt insulted and old though he brushed it off as teenage admiration. These girls were well into their early 20s.

"I suppose that is true. There is nothing that I value more than my work." Onew raised his left arm and glanced at his watch. It was a quarter to three and he remembered that he had business to take care of and if he wanted it done, he had better work on it right now. "Speaking of work, I have a ton to do. Catch up with you girls later!" Onew clicked his tongue and pointed at them with a wink. The girls laughed at how ridiculuous he looked when he was pretending to be cool. Onew dashed away from them and to his office where all his papers, as he recalled, were scattered all over his table.

Hyunah, his beautiful secretary, was arranging the documents in a ually appealing position, with her waist bent forward and her small-boned hands slightly touching and moving the papers. The male agents, swayed by temptation, couldn't help but stop and stare at the beautiful sight that was Hyunah. Her every movement was visible through the fiberglass that separated Onew's room from the other office cubicles. Hyunah didn't notice them as she was deep into fixing but when they thought she was about to turn her head to the left, they hurriedly ran out and bumped into their boss who was making his way to his quarters.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ow!" they said as they bumped into the big boss. Onew rubbed his arm and looked at them with one eyebrow arched.

"What is the meaning of this? What are you boys doing here?"

"We..uh...we're on our way out. Good day, sir!" they said hastily as they escaped the questions of their baffled boss. Onew shook his head and entered his office where he saw Hyunah fixing everything for him.

"Wear something less tight and revealing next time." he reminded her as he helped her with the organization of documents. Hyunah looked at him suspiciously with one eyebrow arched. She pursed her small and beautiful lips, asking.

"What have you eaten?"

"Fried chicken. The usual."

"I mean seriously." Hyunah straightened up with papers in her hands, the right hand on her hip. Hyunah flipped her Farrah Fawcett like hair and pursed the small lips even more. Onew sighed and shook his head.

"Those boys were looking at you maliciously from the other side of the room. Your blouse and skirt are too tight. Wear something more comfortable and less see-through next time." Hyunah noticed that Onew's eyes went from hers to her s. She slapped him lightly with her papers.

"Shut up. We have a lot of work to do."

"I know. I kinda reminded myself a few minutes ago."

"Seriously. Some criminal cases still need to be investigated. Get your on that chair and let's talk about this." Hyunah said. She grabbed the papers about the unsolved cases and threw it to Onew. Onew caught it with his right hand and reviewed them slowly. Surely, they were shocking and disturbing and he wished he could do something about it.

"We launch an investigatory team to work on this." Onew said. "We're not the forensics team, Hyunah. We cannot go out there and handle the bodies. We have people who do that."

"You have a point. But we need to hold a meeting for this."

"We don't have to." Onew slammed the papers down on the table. It was obvious that he was feeling lazy. Either that or he had other better things to work on. "I'll pass this paper on to my subordinate in that department and they can tackle it amongst themselves."

"Sir Onew," Hyunah said. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Lightheaded. Fine,  but lightheaded." 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. I am. Just take these papers to the forensics team and give me a report as soon as possible. I think I could use some rest." Onew said as he gathered some of his things, deciding not to continue his tasks, handing them down to Hyunah. On his way out, he remembered that he would try to find out more about Super Junior.

"Oh an one more thing." Onew whipped around. Hyunah looked at him and smiled.

"Yes?"

"Can you research on Super Junior." Hyunah stopped moving. A grin morphed from the smile that was on her face. 

"What?" Onew asked. "I said do research on Super Junior. What's so hard about-"

"Did you just say Super Junior, sir?" Hyunah asked with eyes that seemed to sparkle. Onew rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yes, that's what I said. Now do your work."

"Sir I love Super Junior." Hyunah commented. Onew was stopped in his tracks as he slowly turned his head to face the lovely maiden whose eyes were sparkling, cheeks were blushing, and skin was warm.

"You what?"

"I love them. What do you want to know about them? I can tell you."

"Tell me tomorrow when I start caring." Onew shook his head and left the office. Hyunah was still standing inside, her heart beating really fast at the sound of the boyband's name.

Super Junior.

That very night, Onew was in his room working on his laptop. He began to type documents and statements for work when the thought of Super Junior hit his mind.

Who are these guys? he thought. Onew decided to go online and Google their name.

"Super. Junior." he said slowly as he typed each word. Hitting search, several results came out.

Also on that night, Super Junior made their first ever appearance on a music show which many teenyboppers tuned into. Girls holding Sapphire Blue (the official ELF color) balloons, gllowsticks, banners, posters among others filled the arena. Great in numbers, greater in screams. They all started making noise when the MCs announced that Super Junior would be performing the carrier single of their album "Sorry Sorry". Just the mere mention of the band's name was enough to turn the arena into an asylum filled with lunatics. 

"SUPER JUNIOOORRR!" they welcomed the band. Their entrance was pretty grand and looked costly for a new band. They came from underneath the stage, brought up by pedestals that went up via machine. 13 handsome boys emerged, prepared to entertain the crowd. They sang their song, danced their dance and made all the girls scream and swoon. Some were even crying because they couldn't believe they were actually seeing Super Junior live. Pyrotechnics, light effects, confetti, and crowd interaction added flair to their mini concert. To cap off the night, they each presented their talents as a way of introducing themselves.

Nicole Jung was at home, watching this performance via television and even in the living room, she was going crazy partly because she couldn't see them live and wanted to so badly. She had already bought their CD with her allowance and the only thing that could complete her was if she could see them live. To see how they looked, feel them, get to see if they were handsome or handsomer. Nicole obsessed over this and made it her goal.

"I am going to save money so I can see them live. I'm going to their concert." The free-spirited photographer now had a new obsession.

Super Junior was all the hype. They were everyone's current obsession and for some reason, others cannot explain why. They just had this certain charisma to them that made them so attractive.

I'm coming back. It's been a long time since I last did this. I'm about to do it again. 

A woman of about 5'6" said as she fixed her hair and readied her gadgets. All the necessary weapons were laid out on her bed. A pistol, a knife, a shotgun, ninja stars. Even a bullwhip. To her, it was important to be prepared. Experience taught her better than to lack preparation during missions. 

I can't let it cost me again. Not this time. Here comes an opportunity to make things right again. I'm going to grab it. 

Fastening her stylish boots and smartening her chic blazer, she clipped and kept all the gadgets to her body and strutted out of her room.