BYUN BAEKHYUN: BEYOND DETECTIVE ▷ EXO GAMEBOOK

The Tale of EXO, and a Silver Juice Box

THE TALE OF EXO, AND A SILVER JUICE BOX

THE HALL, EVERDREAM INDUSTRIES, EXO PLANET

In the last session, you were introduced to our future detective. Now is the time for you to meet and greet his friends. It would be a great burden to curtsey and say 'hello' to eleven people at once, but worry not, child—here your pain had been spared. No one will see you. You're only Baekhyun's Fate, after all. And it's your duty to stay hidden.

Kai, the bronze-skinned young boy, was seated undistinguished among the audiences. He bit the bottom of his full lips, knowing of his longing to be on stage and replace the position of his leaders' as the spokesman. Beside Kai was the wide-eyed, quiet D.O. He was staring at the empty stage impatiently. Next to Kai were the engineers; the round-faced boy with deep-set eyes, Xiumin and his best friend, the doll-like boy with an immortal young face (that was an overstatement), Luhan. The stern-looking young man with dark, heavy bags under his feline eyes was Tao and the sly-smirking boy with the impossibly chiseled face was Sehun. At the far right, the boy with a feminine haircut and calming grace was Lay. A pair of dimples were etched onto his cheeks as his eyes were lost inside his mind.

Meanwhile, at the backstage, the three boys—Baekhyun, Chen and Chanyeol—were racing to meet their two leaders. They were late, horribly late, and since the moment they woke up in an empty room full of empty boxes, they knew that they were in trouble. Their international debut will start in twenty minutes. The three of them, while running, hurriedly fixed their ties, combed their hair and tucked their shirts into their trousers.

"Where's EXO?" asked Chen, stopping past an idle staff.

"They're seated in the third row among the audiences. But if you're looking for Suho and Kris, they're right behind the stage." replied the staff. "Palli palli now."

"Thank you, sir." Chen bowed and ushered his friends to keep rushing.

When they finally arrived at the direct back of the stage, they felt unwelcomed. Right behind the curtain, Suho stood with a frown and crossed arms. "Why are you three late?" the leader of EXO tapped his feet. He was dressed in a suit that looked somewhat too big for him. It was not as comical as you would picture in your mind. He looked fine enough, dapper enough for a gentleman like him. The only danger is that his glowing white skin was glowing red instead in fury. "The three of you should know when to start partying and when to stop."

"Mianhae, hyung." The three of them bowed. "We promise that this won't happen again."

"Aishh, it's only the debuting day and three of the EXO members are late for their showcase!" Suho pushed some hair away from his right eye and continued with his rant. "What will people think of us?"

"Well, I'm late too." said a deep voice from the back.

The four of them turned to face the speaker. It was the peaky Kris, massaging his temples. He stood like a tower over them. The noodle boy looked rather suave in his black suit. His caramel blond hair was swept to the left in a gentle wave. He reeked of ironic sophistication. His exaggeratedly serious features were toned down by a defect-the pale green oxygen tube under his nose that were spliced into a line behind his lower head, trailing down to a matching tank clipped behind his back.

"Oh." Chanyeol swallowed.

"The fault in our Galaxy—is the lack of fresh air on EXO Planet." quipped Chen.

"Blame the long speech." Kris drawled. "I have to translate everything that Suho said into two different languages for the Northern and Equatorian V.I.Ps down there."