“You shouldn’t be here,” Wonwoo scowled slightly as he walked towards Seungcheol. “These guys are experts.” “The note says stay with the package. I’m not going to risk Jeonghan’s safety over mine Wonwoo. You should know that by now. Nothing matters more to me than that man.” Seungcheol’s words were without even a hint of self consciousness. Wonwoo just nodded. He understood.

“Move aside,” a helmeted officer moved in with a portable X-ray machine. Seungcheol and Wonwoo stepped aside and let the bomb squad do their work. “So at least I have a lead. I pulled some footage from the traffic cameras and got a grainy image. We enhanced it and I ran it through some facial recognition software.” The look on Seungcheol’s face was as skeptical as it was obvious. “I know-“ Wonwoo threw his hands up before Seungcheol could interject. “It would never stand up in court but we needed a lead. Anyway I got a name.” Wonwoo pulled a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it to Seungcheol.

“His name is Chwe Hansol.” Seungcheol nodded as he fidgeted with the edge of the photocopy. The face on the student ID was the boy who’d been at the showcase. Seungkwan’s number one fansite.

“Can’t find much information on him. He was enrolled in Seoul College of the Arts as a photography major but he dropped out about a year ago. His parents rent him a house out in the industrial area near the bridge which is kind of odd. Especially since they have money. A lot of it. I’ve got my guys getting the address now as well as addresses for any other properties they won.” Seungcheol nodded. He guessed the kids family had money. How else could he devote so much time to following Seungkwan around every day?

“Excuse me Detective? We’ve scanned the parcel and negative on any chemical residue. We’ve X-rayed it and there’s something inside but we haven’t identified any metal objects or wires.” The bond squad officer waited for Wonwoo’s response but Seungcheol interjected. “I’ll open it. He wants me to open it so it’s got to be up to me.”

Seungcheol took the knife offered to him and slit the brown paper open. It had been intentionally wrapped to look lumpy and suspicious. This Hansol guy knew what he was doing. Seungcheol peeled the paper back carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when it was done. He took the knife and slid it through the tape holding the top of the box closed and held his breath as he opened it.

Inside, nestled in a bed of shredded paper, was a single dead lilly. Its once-white petals were dry and brown around the edges and Seungcheol bit his bottom lip when he saw it. There was a single piece of paper and he picked it up. “Haha. Tricked you!” was written on it in childlike scrawl with a smiley face sticker stuck next to the words.

“What is this?” Seungcheol wondered aloud as Wonwoo leaned over his shoulder. They didn’t get a chance to wonder any longer as a bomb squad officer came over to them. “There’s a man at the door called Hong Jisoo demanding to be let in. He says it’s urgent.”

Jisoo’s face was crumpled as he ran towards them along the stark white corridor. He was trailed by Seungkwan and Mingyu all looking equally harried and Seungcheol’s stomach