"Thank you for your hard work." Mister Khyun smiled at the blond.

The young male bowed in response as he put the boxes down. "Sir, it is no problem as the class representative," he stated modestly. He mirrored the teacher's friendly smile.

Park Jimin. Seventeen years old — the average age for second years in high school.

His reason for being a suspect? He was accused of murdering a man and allegedly attempted to kill the man's wife. He's one of the suspects who attended the huge party close to the crime scene.

"Hey, Jimin are you done?" Someone asked.

He ruffled his brown hair, while letting out a sigh. "I've got a shoot in a few hours," he said, "but I'm exhausted. Plus, there's no time to take a nap in between."

Kim Taehyung.

Seventeen years old.

The killer wears a mask and he was recently seen carrying a box of masks for his modeling. He had been present at the party, but was confirmed to have stayed for the entire party.

"The classes have been intense these days," Jungkook whined.

Jungkook, who was frowning, walked towards the two. The aforementioned duo nodded in agreement.

"We should give it our all and focus," encouraged the dark-green haired teen. Despite him saying this to the three youngest in their group, he had said this to encourage himself too. This year meant a lot to him and he had to do brilliantly unless he wanted things to get complicated.

Kim Namjoon. Eighteen years old. Repeated the year, because he missed exams.

He is suspected for many reasons such as his DNA being found on a knife. Adding on, the knife had the victim's blood on it. He was spotted outside of the building where the party was being hosted and blood had been seen on his jacket that night.

The most likely out of them all, but is not confronted.

"Yes, sir." Jungkook saluted, making his older friends laugh. Namjoon only shook his head with a smile. There was the silly Jungkook he knew. For an unknown reason — probably due to the new addition to their friend group — the boy was quite reserved recently.

It seemed he was getting more comfortable as time passed.

Jeon Jungkook. Fourteen years old — very young for a second year in high school.

He was suspected, because of his previous combat skills. He was present at the party, but left early before the pianists finished their show. Confirmed to have arrived home before the incident.

"Guys, I tried making cupcakes!" A cheerful young man exclaimed.

Kim Seokjin. Twenty years old. Two years behind.

He attended the party, but he spent most of his time in the vehicle or kitchen. He had easy access to the building's exits; spotted outside multiple times.

"Oh, oh! I want some!" Hoseok exclaimed in his usual perky way.

His grin had been so wide it caught many of his peers' attention. There was something about his heart-shaped grin that was just so contagious.

Albeit, with every aspect, there was a hidden perspective hidden in the shadows — rarely seen. 

Yoongi had wanted to ask about him the day before, but he never did. He only had the classified information he was given.

Jung Hoseok. Eighteen years old. Repeated the year and the reasons were the same as Kim Namjoon.

He failed the year after missing too many school days and exams. Digging on, formerly, he was involved in gang activity. He was involved in drugs too.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

The murderer had stolen some kind of drug once.

Yoongi shifted in his seat. He was waiting for Namjoon and Seokjin, because they offered to walk together from now on.

What's weird is the fact that Ki-hyun said that only happened once. The masked guy didn't steal any drugs again and had recently been focusing more on targeting teenage girls. And this Hoseok guy hasn't been active in a year.

Yoongi let out a breath before realizing:

Since when was I some detective!?

He resisted the urge to show his irked forehead and overly express his feelings. He knew he'd end up making a twisted annoyed expression that someone would laugh at. The long haired male stood up from his seat with slumped shoulders. "Are you finished?" Yoongi questioned.

Seokjin glanced over his shoulder as he puffed his cheeks. A brilliant idea struck him, causing his face to take a one-eighty turn. The older male grinned teasingly. "So you want some too? You just need to ask instead of being grumpy about it," he jested.

An eye twitched, signalling Namjoon to laugh nervously. "Oh, hey. We should probably hurry up before it gets late. Look the other kids all left already." He pointed to emphasize the truth to his words.

The room was empty, not including the seven, and the zenith of the sky was the only part that had been a light color. The sky's horizon was painted in shades of red-orange. Rays of light flowed through the windows as specs of dust floated. They shined like small pieces of the sun gifted to the earth.

"Oh, you're right." Jungkook parted his lips, seemingly surprised it had become so late. "Wow, the time really passed," the blond commented as his eyebrows lifted. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Taehyung. I know you have a shoot today," Jimin apologized. The pianist had yet to hear him speak something other than an apology, but the way he said it this time was different. A familiar and more lax apology.

Yoongi learned, apparently, those two were quite close. Taehyung would sleep over at Jimin's place frequently; his shoots were late and conveniently close.

"Yes, that is exactly my point," Yoongi said monotonously, "We're walking together, aren't we?"

He approached the two older Kims. "Of course!" Seokjin answered with a grin. His energetic, today.

Namjoon nodded, "Let's go, then, Yoon Ji Noona."

The latter didn't say a word and followed the others out the door. They greeted the teacher, who sat working on the documents Jimin had helped transfer.

Min Yoongi. Nineteen years old. I failed twice a grade due to... circumstances.

I was suspected since I was present at an attack. But, of course... Yoongi waved briefly when they had separated.

... considering Ki-hyun being one of them, that's definitely not the only reason I'm a suspect - besides being at that party.

The young man unconsciously slowed his steps, nor did he notice that he had blocked the pair's conversation. However, he forcefully tried to block certain memories from resurfacing. I'm sure of it; they know.

"Yoon Ji?" He heard, snapping him back to reality. His response was slow. The young man had lifted his head up from his, not noticed till now, staring contest with the concrete floor. His eyes met with Seokjin's and another pair of eyes watched him worriedly. He hummed. Honestly, he was still getting used to hearing a girl's voice everytime he spoke.

"Usually when someone looks so dazed, they are troubled." The brunet let out a short laugh. "Or has Taehyung been feeding me too much drama movies?"

"Probably," Yoongi answered, flipping his hair.

"Hey, I was joking!"

Namjoon might've been hallucinating, but, he might've seen 'her' lips curl up slightly. He wasn't sure if it was real, but he'd take it. She's starting to fit in. The dark-green haired male laughed genuinely. "Let's get going." He took a step and faced forward.

Albeit, Namjoon noticed Seokjin's dazed staring at Yoon Ji, but it wasn't long before he composed himself. The brunet was back to his old self as the trio walked home, while having small talk.

Namjoon decided to ask Seokjin about it when they were alone. It was probably something to do with Yoon Ji's habit of flipping her hair; Namjoon noticed the weird yet oddly charismatic habit.

"So, what's bothering you?" Asked the dark-green haired teen.

"I didn't say anything was." Yoongi took this opportunity, having failed the previous day, "I was just thinking, I know most of you now. Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook."

"But, I'm a bit too embarrassed to ask his name, since he'd already introduced himself before - I forgot his name. The one that has that dyed hair, which looks like it's in between blond and brown." His face distorted with confusion. Yoongi tried not to overdo it this time, though.

"Blond and brown?" Namjoon repeated as his eyebrows furrowed in thought. A frowning Seokjin pointed at himself, "Hey. You didn't mention my name. Don't say you forgot mine too?"

They ignored him, both occupied by their own thoughts.

The light bulb flickered on. "Jung Hoseok, huh? I kind of feel bad for taking so long to figure that out."

"Is that his name?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I see. Thanks." Yoongi bowed slightly. "Come to think if it, didn't Hoseok have to go to a campaign with his parents tonight?" Seokjin jumped into the conversation after finishing his sulking. Namjoon nodded in confirmation.

Campaigns, huh? How luxurious. Yoongi only listened to the rest of their conversation, glad to have gotten all the information he needed. It was a pain, but had to be done.

It hadn't been long before Yoongi forced himself to smile and waved the two goodbye. He wasted no time and entered what he calls, now, home.

Moreover, his first instinct was making a phone call. She answered, "Good evening, Mister Min."

"To you too, Miss Seol," he said nonchalantly. The woman laughed, noticing the tone of his voice. "I'm guessing not so goo-"

"Cut the formalities. What time does this mission start?" The raven haired young man questioned. Seriously, what am I? A detective agent? Is that even a thing?

"Tonight," she answered, "Jung Hoseok and his family should be occupied this night. According to sources, they are attending a campaign, so you're free to search their house at the given time. Good luck."