Three performances later, it was time for Team B18 to perform, Choi Hangyul's team. It seemed their theme was Bachata, the lights on stage changed to red and orange. Choi Hangyul stood center stage with his team flanking hum, then the music started. The choreography was smooth and sensual, full of bogy rolls and hip movements. Hangyul was amazing, every movement was performed sensually and his facial expressions conveyed exactly the right amount of intensity without being over the top. A partner spin, a dip, then a slow drag across the stage. The audience was eating it up. “Wow,” Dongpyo breathed. “They're really good,” I admitted. Their performance ended with all six members making a perfectly synchronized dramatic dip, holding the pose as the music stopped. I looked at the judges, they were smiling and nodding, looking extremely pleased. I checked the live chat. LIVE CHAT: @juin: DAMN!!! That performance was FIRE @yuil: I felt the sexual tension from here @erth: I think

The Assistant’s Pov… My name is Fyu Soyeon, and I am the executive assistant to Director Ryu, the woman sitting at the table. I was also close friends with Im Jiyeon. When Jiyeon told me about the Jungeon Tremin's case, I’d been horrified. When's she’d nearly been kidnapped investigating it, I'd been furious. And when i’d been assigned to take notes in this emergency meeting with Choi Seung Woo, I'd known exactly what to do. I’d recorded everything. His confession, his complete lack of remorese, and his vile disgusting words about that poor boy. “And so what?” “That fucker kept getting on my nerves. No matter what I did to him, he never begged me to stop. Even when I forced him to eat my shit, he was so stubborn, well, he killed himself in the end after all.” I uploaded the video to T*****r. @parksy_im: Choi Seung Woo's confession. Recorded 10 minutes ago at ORIONX. #Justice for Jungeon# And within seconds, it had started spreading. “You’re fired!” Seung Woo was screaming at

Detective Rin and Detective Minseol stood in the observation area, watching through the one way glass. “He's starting to crack,” Detective Rin observed. “Good,” Detective Minseol said. “He’s been untouchable for so long, he doesn't know how to actually handle consequences.” Inside the room, they could see Attorney Lien speaking urgently to Jin Wook, who was shaking his head repeatedly. “How solid is the case?” Detective Rin asked. “Extremely,” Detective Minseol said. “The obstruction of justice charges are airtight, we have multiple witnesses, documents, paper trails. The only question is how much time he’ll actually serve.” “With a lawyer like Attorney Lien?” “Even Attorney Lien can't work miracles with this much evidence,” Detective Minseol said. “The best he can do is negotiate a plea deal. Reduced sentences in exchange for cooperation.” “Will Choi Jin Wook take a deal?” Detective Minseol watched the man through the glass, still sitting in a perfect posture but his hands w

I started looking around for Nal Taeyang, he was the only one I'd met before, though it was just a passing encounter. And finally, I spotted him. “There,” I said to Dahyun, pointing at a tall guy close to the windows, then we walked over. “Hi,” I said, smiling politely. He turned then looked at me. “Ah, Seo Ireum right?” “Yes,” I responded. “And you're Nal Taeyang right? We're on the same team.” “Well then, it's nice to meet you again, and this is?” “Lee Dahyun,” I said. “Pleasure,” he said, stretching out his hand to Dahyun. “Same,” Dahyun said a bit more quietly. It seemed as though Dahyun was only active when he was with me. “Have you seen the others? Or do you know them at least?” I asked. “I just know one, Hong Hyunmin, he’s with his friends over there,” Taeyang pointed. “I don't know the other two.” “Then let's go say hi,” I said. Hong Hyunmin was extremely energetic, talking rapidly with his friends, laughing loudly. When we approached, he turned with a

The next morning, we submitted our song choice and got access to the official track. By 8 AM, all six of us were in the practice room, ready to start choreographing. “Okay,” Hyunmin said. “We have the song, now we just need to figure out the choreography.” “Should we watch the original choreography first?” Taeyang asked. “No, that one's a bit too cutesy for my liking,” Dohwan said. “We should try to create one that suits our taste.” “But we have no idea how to do cute choreography.” A beat of silence passed over the room. “Let's just watch the original,” I said. Dohwan looked at me. “But…” “We're not copying it,” I said. “Let's at least have an idea on what we're doing.” Dohwan looked at the ceiling. Then he dropped onto the floor, crossed his legs and waved his hand loosely. “Fine.” Taeyang pulled it up and propped his phone against the mirror. We gathered round. Fifteen seconds in, Dohwan’s expression had already shifted into something pained. “The hand gestures,” he sa