"It's too early!" Seven whined as they made their way to the venue. The other members trudged behind him, looking more well-rested than Seven.
"It's your fault," Ocho said. "Kun told you to sleep early but you insisted on playing games all night. You better not mess up the rehearsal later. New and senior groups alike are going to monitor our performance."
"I won't," Seven said. "You already know I never mess up our performances. I debuted with just three months of training under my belt. You trained for three years. I think you should use your advice for yourself."
Ocho clicked his tongue and was about to hit the back of Seven's head, but Uno cleared his throat, making the others stand in attention.
"Don't bicker. Let's head inside and get ready," he coldly said.
The group entered the venue with their manager and two guards and was immediately bombarded with attention.
