"I'm going to need so much more coffee."

Wonwoo sighed deeply before sitting at the desk placed in the room as the boys continued their loud arguing, not noticing that he had entered the room at all.

"Could I have your attention for a moment, please?" With that and a loud cough, the CEO had almost immediately silenced the room. He eyed the boys sharply, looking serious for probably the first time in his life. Noticing that there was still an issue of a lack of chairs, Wonwoo frowned deeply before turning his head to Minjun and Youjin, the two cameramen from before, who were sitting in the corner of the room with the lighting and audio equipment to film the interviews. "For God's sake..." He huffed, cringing at how Minjun was sitting on Youjin's lap, Youjin's arms around his waist. "Just... go get me some more chairs, you damn lovebirds." Clasping the bridge of his nose in annoyance, he turned away from the sight as the two went, hand-in-hand, to get more chairs.

"And just where are we supposed to sit until they come back?" A short boy with blonde dyed hair who was wearing a shirt that barely even covered his shoulders and was practically half way down his arm (which was a cause of immediate fashion judgement from Wonwoo) huffed, his arms crossed. His voice was rather posh-sounding, most of the people in the room noted.

"The floor seems like a great place for now, don't you think?" Wonwoo snapped back. "Um, I mean, if you could just make yourselves comfortable however you can, that'd be great." He corrected himself with a fake smile.

Before any arguments could break out from either side, the door burst open; Youjin stumbling into the room as he carried a stack of chairs.

"Why the fuck are these things so heavy my back feels like it just went through border security and the mail delivery system back in 'Stralia that's how bad it is." Youjin groaned, rambling out his complaint to his dead silent audience of 13 people as he set out the chairs in a semi-circle shape for the boys to sit on. "Done." He said as he finished placing the last chair. "That's good enough right, CEO Chae?"

With a brisk nod from Wonwoo, Youjin returned to his previous position in satisfaction, Minjun still clinging onto him and continuously asking him if his back was okay.

"Okay then, if you could all please take a seat..."

The 11 complied, seating themselves randomly.

"So, this interview is going to be pretty relaxed and more of an open discussion." Wonwoo explained, "I'll just be asking you each a few questions here and there and I'll bring up any points from your applications I found interesting, stuff like that."

The boys stared blankly, some nodding.

"To start off with an open question, let's say you were in a situation were there were 3 chairs missing, what would you do?" He asked calmly, trying to seem professional, but couldn't help but be flustered when he immediately received two completely different answers.

"Get three more chairs."

"Kill three of the members."

The two who had answered, another blond dyed boy with good posture and a rather long-legged fellow, and were sitting right next to each other silently exchanged a glance.

"All right then..." Wonwoo trailed off, waiting for them to state their names, still mildly concerned about the second answer.

"Kwon Yool."

"First name, Emiel; second, Nam. I know it may seem tempting to shorten my name into a nickname of some sort but I'm warning you, don't."

"Maybe we should just all introduce ourselves while we're at it, right?" Wonwoo questioned in a stressful manner. It'd only been a few minutes but he already knew how much of a mess he had gotten himself into. "Going around the circle, starting from the left, let's all say our names." He looked at the boy to his left as if telling him to start.

"I'm Kim Minhee." His words were barely audible as he spoke, avoiding eye contact with everyone else in the room.

"Kang Taejoon." He gave a small wave to no one in particularly, a slightly awkward smile on his face.

"The full name's Bryan Chan Zhi Ming, but just call me Jinhan."

The next boy was the one who had complained before and looked slightly hesitant to say his name. "Ahn Seunghwa."

"Once again, it's Yool."

"Your resident meme king, Emiel." He said, awkwardly making finger guns at Wonwoo.

"Seo Taekyoung, nice to meet you all." The brunette greeted, standing up and bowing.

"Huang Minsheng." Instead of making eye contact, he was intently cleaning dust off the lens of the camera he had been carrying around since earlier, which was a rather odd sight.

"I'm No Bonghee. I hope we can all get along well."

"The name's Veikko. Chae Veikko." The boy smiled, then turning to the boy next to him, who was the last in the line.

Most of the people in the room had turned to face him at this point, but his response still wasn't heard.

"Umm.." Veikko tapped the boy dressed completely in black on the shoulder, who sat up straight, startled.

"I fell asleep what's happening where am Iー" he hurriedly spoke, pushing the black peak cap on his head up so that his eyes could be seen.

"Your name..." Veikko whispered to the other boy, cringing slightly along with a few other people in the room.

"Oh that. My Korean name's Ong Seungwoo, Filipino name's Soleil. Call me whatever you want to, though." He said, slouching back in his chair. "But you can call me daddy, cutie." Seungwoo winked at Veikko, eyeing him up and down, only getting an awkward laugh in response from him and lots of cringing from everyone else.

Clearing his throat, Wonwoo began to flip through the file of applications on the desk. "Moving on, let's look through these, shall we?" He held up one of the applications slightly, trying to get rid of the awkward atmosphere by changing the subject.

Flipping through each one quickly, Wonwoo was barely even reading them at this point. He continued his speedy page turning, that is until he came to an abrupt halt at one of the pages.

"All right, which one of you fuckers..."
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