Changbin woke up to a delicious smell wafting through the air. "Mm, what's for breakfast?" he scratched his head and yawned, then shut his mouth with a snap, biting hard on his tongue as Woojin smiled back at him from across the room.

"W-what are you doing here?" Changbin stammered.

"Good morning to you too, Changbin."

Minho came into sight, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. He rippled his fingers in a wave, then pointed at Jisung, who was still fast asleep. He placed a finger to his lips, telling Changbin to be quiet. Which was quite an unnecessary warning, because Changbin was so shocked at not just Woojin but Minho in his dorm as well that he couldn't have said anything.

"Look at him, he's speechless," Minho chuckled, taking a sip of coffee. "Chan just invited us here before we go for practice. And naturally, because there was food, we accepted."

Changbin barely managed to nod. "Ch-chan invited you?"

"Yes, I did!" Chan called, causing Changbin to sigh with relief at hearing a familiar voice. He got out of bed and saw that Chan was busy cooking at the tiny kitchen table.

"Did he make you rush over here?" Changbin noted Woojin's haggard appearance behind his smile; he looked like he hadn't slept much. Minho eyes were barely open and his hair was messed up in every direction. They both had clearly rushed to dress; Woojin was wearing a lime green polo shirt and electric blue pants that had grass stains down one leg while the buttons on Minho's shirt were buttoned wrongly and one of his socks was black while the other was white.

"Don't be silly, Changbin." Chan called, flipping pancakes. "We're all not morning people, you know that."

Minho took a gulp of coffee and his tired eyes brightened a little. "Ah… that's much better. I can't think if I'm not awake."

"Why do you need to think for?"

"Um, you know what, Changbin, why don't you wake Jisung up?" Woojin suggested.

"Great idea, Woojin! And um, you and Minho can come over here and help me with...um… stuff."

Changbin narrowed his eyes. Clearly, the three of them were up to something. But what could be so urgent that Chan had called both of them out of bed so early in the morning?

He headed over to Jisung. Jisung was sprawled on his bed, long limbs splayed everywhere, his mouth open slightly.

Changbin leaned over Jisung and shook his shoulder gently. "Jisung, wake up,"

It took nearly ten minutes of shaking before one of Jisung's eyes opened a slit. "Time?" he murmured sleepily.

"I don't know. Dawn, I think."

Jisung closed his eyes again and snuggled beneath the blanket. "Hey, sleepy head, up now."

"It's so early," Jisung whined, batting at his hand. "Just a few more minutes…" he rolled over.

"Still a lazy ass, is he?" Minho commented, coming over and startling Changbin. "Sorry- We have a way of waking him up, though, here, follow me-"

"Annyeonghaseyo, Manager Hyung-nim!" he said loudly.

"Annyeonghaseyo!" Changbin repeated obediently.

Jisung's eyes snapped open and he rolled out off his bed and in his haste, fell onto the floor. "A- annyeonghaseyo, Manager Hyung-nim," he stammered, looking disoriented.

He whipped his head around wildly, looking for the manager. "W-what?" his eyes narrowed and he glared at Minho. "Minho-hyung!"

Changbin cracked up laughing.

Minho grinned impishly. "Morning, Sung."

"Don't mess with the squirrel!" Jisung warned. But it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were squished up, causing his eyes to look like little watermelon seeds. His lips were puffed up and his hair, even though fluffy, was messed up and looking like a bird's nest.

"Wait, Minho-hyung, why are you here?" Jisung blinked a few times.

"Hi, Jisungie," Woojin skipped over. He ruffled Jisung's messy hair by way of friendly greeting. Jisung just blinked confusedly, looking in a daze.

"Woojin-hyung?"

"We're just here for breakfast." Woojin told him.

"Which is now ready!" Chan yelled. "Changbin, if you could help me lay the table, I'd be so grateful."

"Fine."

"Jisung, can you take the pancakes and all the accompanying junk to the table? Thanks. Minho, Woojin-hyung, if you could help me clean up?"

Changbin plunked a fork down as Jisung set a pitcher of juice next to the mountain of pancakes. "Wonder what they're talking about," he muttered to Jisung, jerking his head in the direction of the other three, who were huddled in the door of the kitchen. "They look like they were yanked out of bed or something."

Jisung craned his neck for a better look and lowered his voice as Changbin distributed cups. "Yeah and Chan-hyung keeps trying to talk to them. And the way they talk is so suspicious! They keep glancing over their shoulders."

He trotted over to take the maple syrup and came back. "Minho-hyung was saying something about Dongjin. And I heard the word 'producer' and 'Park Jinyoung' before Woojin saw me and nudged them to stop talking."

Changbin wrinkled his face thoughtfully.

"... screw them!" Chan said angrily.

"Shh," Woojin checked over his shoulder. "The kids might be listening,"

Chan sighed through his nose. "Couldn't we have met at either of your dorms instead?"

"I share a room with Dongjin themselves. Do you really want to have a conversation like this with them in the room?" Minho rolled his eyes.

"And I don't even have a dorm," Woojin added with a grin. "Hyunjin, Jeongin and I always go to one room to practice."

"Speaking of practice, we should start training for the showcase."

"If we even can even participate in the showcase." Chan groaned, "Park Jinyoung hasn't even given his approval yet!"

"Just go talk to him after breakfast." Minho said sensibly.

"Do what after breakfast!?" Changbin called loudly from behind them.

"Oh my- Changbin!" Chan hit him on the shoulder. "Don't do that! And never you mind. Let's just sit and eat."

"We know you need to talk to JYP after breakfast, hyung." Jisung said from the table.

"Why would you ask if you already know?" Chan asked, exasperated, sitting down on the floor opposite Jisung.

"Just knock!" Woojin hissed at Chan.

"I am!" Chan said back, although his hand, while raised in a fist, had yet to knock on the door.

"Chan, it's not anything scary. Just knock!"

"Oh yeah? Then you do it!"

Woojin made a face at him but didn't knock either.

"Oh for crying out loud, I'll do it!" Minho raised his hand to knock and reared his fist back.

Just before he was going to slam his fist on the door, the door burst open and one of the producers came out, barely avoiding being hit by Minho's fist.

"Oh, producer Gook!" Minho quickly put his fist down and bowed nearly 90 degrees. "I am so sorry! I was just going to knock, but I-"

"How dare you!" the producer bellowed, "How dare you barge into me and try to hit me! Me! Producer Gook! Do you know who I am, you little-"

"Producer Gook," Chan cut in politely. "Minho really didn't mean to do it. It was an accident. He was just going to knock on the door when you came out."

"You dare contradict me?!" the producer's eyes narrowed and he would have most probably yelled more, but thankfully, Park Jinyoung's voice called out, "Is that Chan I hear? Come on in, Chan!"

Chan, Woojin and Minho gratefully squeezed past the intimidating producer.

Park Jinyoung was sitting at a table with many papers spread out in front of him. "Hello, Chan. Always nice to see you."

"Annyeonghaseyo," Chan smiled, bowing respectfully.

"Who are those two with you, Chan?" Park Jinyoung peered over his glasses. "Oh, yes I know you; you were a backup dancer for Bangtan, weren't you?"

"Um yes," Minho nodded hesitantly. "I'm Minho,"

"Ah, well then, why didn't you just stay at Bighit?"

"I-" Minho was flustered until he realised that Park Jinyoung was joking and his face relaxed into a smile.

"And you-" Park Jinyoung continued, tapping his chin with his pen, "You're-?"

"Woojin. Kim Woojin,"

"Hmm, well then, why have you three come to see me?"

Chan cleared his throat. "It's about the trainee showcase, Manager Hyung-nim. You called me this morning and told me that you were aware we were forming our own group and you needed to think about allowing us-"

"Oh, yes." JYP's smile vanished and a slight frown appeared on his face, "I assume what I told you this morning you also told them?" he pointed his chin at Woojin and Minho, to which Chan nodded. "Mhm. Well, I don't really have a problem with you forming a group, but, I don't know you all that well, except for you, Chan. I have no idea how you will fare and Producers Gook and Kyu have raised concerns- come in!"

There had been a knock on the door while JYP was speaking and now the door opened and a producer that Chan recognised as Producer Kyu entered. He was a thin man with wispy hair and beady eyes, which were currently narrowed. He was holding Jisung and Changbin by the arms, both of whom looked sheepish.

"I caught these two eavesdropping outside your door." Producer Kyu shook Jisung hard.

"Ah." JYP laced his hands together, "Did you want to see me?"

"I think that they should be-"

JYP waved his hand. "It's all right, Producer Kyu, I will speak with them. You may go, thank you."

Producer Kyu shoved them forward. "You do remember what Producer Gook and I brought up, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Thank you,"

Producer Kyu left and Jisung and Changbin moved to stand beside Chan.

"Well, boys, I was just telling your teammates that I have some concerns about your self-formed group. As you would doubtless have heard," he added with a smile.

Jisung and Changbin fell over themselves trying to apologise.

"We're so sorry-"

"We didn't-"

JYP held up a hand to silence them, but before he could speak, Minho said, "Manager Hyung-nim, there isn't any harm in letting us try out at the showcase, is there? If we aren't the debut team, we can always just go back and work harder. There surely isn't any harm, is there?"

JYP nodded thoughtfully. "Well, yes, there isn't… Minho? Ah yes, Minho. Very well then, Minho. You've raised a very good point. We will see how you do against the company formed girl's team." He picked up his pen, then pointed it at all of them, "But if any of you do anything, anything that puts your team at risk; antagonising the producers, or if I receive any feedback of bad behaviour, you will not perform at the showcase, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Manager Hyung-nim." All of them said together.

"Off you go then. And by the way, eavesdropping is counted as a black mark against you." he warned, half-serious, half-joking.

Chan saw Jisung gulp.

"Why on earth did you do that?!" Chan hissed at his fellow 3racha members.

Changbin folded his arms stubbornly. "We wanted to know what you were saying."

"You could have just asked!" Woojin said, exasperated.

"You wouldn't have told us," Jisung pointed out. "And anyway, what concerns our team concerns us as well."

Chan was about to reply when Minho nudged him. "Wait a minute, your dorm door's unlocked!"

"What?!"

ok so i received some complaints becos i keep changing the chapters, but thats cos i want to make the chapters as interesting as possible for you guys, so bear with me!

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