The SVT Files

003

"Chan, you'll be helping Jisoo unpack." Seungcheol watched as Chan pulled yet another crate of what Seungcheol could only assume were more plants off the hydroplane. They'd had to go back to get the other five boxes, all of which had Jisoo's plants. They had a greenhouse, luckily, so Jisoo with his seven refrigerator sized crates could have the time of his life replanting. "And helping him not go into shock."

"I don't think that's an issue, he seems pretty alright with the whole moving thing." Chan gestured to Jisoo, who'd gotten more quiet on the ride over and was now looking around with wide eyes. "I think he just needs time to adjust."

"Probably. But you do that, I need to grab someone."

"Wait why can't we go?"

"Jisoo, pull -" Seungcheol went over to Jisoo who was pushing aggressively on the refrigerator doors before giving Chan a look that said this is why not. "Why do you need the fridge anyways?"

"That is what this is?"

"Okay, I'll stay." Chan went over to help Jisoo with whatever he was doing, and Seungcheol went out to the airplane hanger, finding the one he usually flew pretty quickly. The agency had at least helped in that area, which Seungcheol was thankful for.

Going into the cockpit, Seungcheol made sure everything was in working order before beginning to get ready for take off.

It was really an uneventful flight, Seungcheol landing on the airstrip they always used and making sure it was in his proper docking bay before beginning to walk. The landing strip was in Busan, meaning this next person was right next door.

Seungcheol hopped onto a bus, humming quietly as he reached into his backpack to pull out a tablet. Jeon Wonwoo should be home by now, making this a house call instead of a work call like Seungcheol had hoped.

He had, in Seungcheol's opinion, one of the more dangerous powers on the list. In neat letters, the words "light manipulation" stood out against the white screen. Seungcheol wasn't sure how much training he had, but even with basic meditation techniques, Wonwoo could have some control over it.

When they got to about where it said Wonwoo's home address was, Seungcheol pressed the stop button on the bus, waiting until it stopped to get out of the bus. Then he pulled out his phone, putting in the address.

This was going to be creepy, plus Seungcheol was not in official clothing. Should he be? Maybe. As he looked down at his sweater and jeans, he began to rethink. Maybe he could come back another day? He didn't know how he was supposed to sell it to someone he was a government agent, this wasn't a movie.

Seungcheol didn't even realise he was on autopilot until he was standing in front of apartment 61096, his finger firmly on the doorbell.

"Shit." Seungcheol blurted just as the door opened to reveal a disheveled looking man, obviously just getting up from a nap.

"Do I know you?"

"No?"

"Then why are you laying into my doorbell?" Looking down, Seungcheol realised he was still pressing the doorbell, causing a buzzing sound through Wonwoo's apartment.

"Oh, sorry. Um, you're Wonwoo right?"

"Didn't you just say we don't know each other?" Wonwoo was closing the door, Seungcheol shoving his foot between the closing door and the doorframe. "Okay then."

"I'm Choi Seungcheol, and I'm with the government." Seungcheol pulled out his badge, fumbling a little before shoving it through the crack in the door. "I'm here to talk to you about your powers."