GREY ENTERTAINMENT | APPLYFIC ♔

° CHAPTER 7 °

MARCH 02, 2019 °12:01 AM KST ° EAST OLYMPIC PARK, GANGNAM DISTRICT, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA ° THE BOYS' DORM

The night was silent, the moon shined brightly through their window, though the boys could hardly tell considering that they already had their dorm lights on and they were exhausted to appreciate such beauty.

They were organizing boxes in the middle of the night to save them time and give them a free day.

"Move that box over there," Akihiro said while yawning. He was curled on the couch with Charlie right beside him.

"You heard him, Hanseul," Krishna said rubbing his eyes. He was leaning against the wall with his shoulder and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"He was talking to you," Hanseul replied, laying in the cold dark wooden floor.

"He was talking to you," Krishna mocked in an exaggerated tone.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"Shut up both of you," Charlie said from his place on the couch.

"Who made you the leader?" Questioned both Krishna and Hanseul at the same time.

"CEO Mo did," was Charlie's only reply, making the other two shut their mouths.

"Why isn't Hyunsoo here helping us?" Asked Krishna groaning, letting himself fall to the floor out of exhaustion.

"Because this was a last minute idea," answered a tired Akihiro. "And because he doesn't live in the dorms."

"Why are we doing this?" Hanseul asked.

"So we don't have to do this tomorrow," Krishna responded.

"This is bullshit."

"Tell me about it."

"You're bullshit."

"I'm on your side, you nimrod."

"And?"

"You know what," Krishna said, he was fully awake now after that comment. "Fuck you."

"Didn't know I was that irresistible." Was Hanseul's cheeky reply making the other two boys on the couch groan, but made Krishna smile.

"Good one." Krishna complimented.

There was a peaceful silence letting the four boys rest peacefully before Charlie got up and looked around the room of their dorm.

It wasn't that big nor was it too small. They had wooden walls with a window in front of them. Each side of the dorm had a bunk bed. It was bare now though. The boys would be moving into a new dorm for debuted artists.

He forgot who had suggested that they finish cleaning out the dorm in midnight but if he did he would give them a big slap on the back of his head, even if it was himself because it was one of the dumbest ideas ever.

It was strange that he would be debuting soon. It was even stranger that he was chosen as a leader. Just last month he wasn't even that fluent in the language but his determination had paid off. But sometimes he wonders why he was chosen. He had thought there were plenty of other trainees to choose from.