"WAKE UP!" mingyu shouts over the microphone. his voice rang in the hallways. "IT'S LITERALLY TWELVE THIRTY TWO!"

"so what?!" jeonghan groaned, walking out of his room. everyone else started going out of their rooms, awoken by mingyu's annoying voice—but that's not what surprised them. it was minghao, wearing a plastic headcap, matching with his white robe. rather, 45% transparent robe. they can see his underwear—and he wasn't wearing any.

"okay, let's just have breakfast." seungcheol blinked and led the way to the elevator.

"i had breakfast earlier than all of you." minghao remarked, getting in the lift as well. the other members refused to look his way. "i was getting ready."

"you dyed your hair, hyung?" chan asked, looking at minghao's hair strictly. chan visibly gulped. "i-i want to dye mine too!"

"i have pink."

"chan, own up to your hair. just wear a beanie if you don't like it, because your hair will be damaged if you color it very often." seungkwan said, glancing once at joshua. joshua colored his hair often as well, when it suited his whims.

"aw!" whined chan, pouting.

"i need to be very beautiful since i will appear on national tv. they'll take pictures of you as long as you're invited, and you look beautiful. you might even get a glambot video," minghao sashayed away from the elevator, and in seventeen's view was his glorious ass. wow. perfection. "goodbye."

"wow, i want to be pretty too." mingyu says. "can anybody help me dye my hair too?"

"i have nothing to do, my whole look is planned already. and i painted my ring finger nail black yesterday." wonwoo raises a hand, and mingyu walks to him with a smile. "what color should we dye your hair?"

"grey!" mingyu exclaimed. wonwoo nodded, and mingyu jumped in excitement. the two men went to the kitchen to join breakfast.

after a while of eating and chatting, jeonghan realized that someone was missing. "oh, where's soonyoung?" he asked.

"i dunno." seungkwan shrugs, picking on his nails.

just then, soonyoung emerged from the bathroom, looking satisfied. "ahhh, morning wood. great!" soonyoung grabbed the milk and cereal, pouring them in his bowl and started eating beside jihoon. the others sighed at soonyoung, some laughed (including a supposed-to-be innocent chan), and seungcheol did not get what soonyoung said.

"okay, well, let's have a short briefing, then let's dress up. ya'll ready?" seungcheol asks, earning enthusiastic responses.

the waiter, the bartender, the organiser, the bouncer, the fake pledis mafia pawn, and the assassins were all in the living room, waiting for the others to come.

"they're acting as if they're really celebrities," seungkwan gagged. his company laughed, also earning a high five from vernon. "well, seokmin kinda is—but what's taking so long?!"

"you know minghao."

"i heard my name." the elevator dings, and it reveals minghao and seokmin in their suits. the audience gaped at what they saw: minghao was wearing a tight fit vest and a glittery suit jacket, paired with tight black slacks and expensive-looking dress shoes. there was a shiny silver chain on his neck, cartier bracelets on his wrists and chain earrings that had chanel's logo. minghao's hair was now a brown mullet.

one thing was for sure; minghao's appearance screamed rich.

"o-oh, wow, that's fucking hot." soonyoung says. jihoon nods in agreement, pouting at minghao. jihoon wishes he'd worn more shimmery materials—but he'd be taking the spotlight. he's just an organiser.

"yeah, you're all shiny and stuff. you know that crab from moana?" jihoon comments, making the room fill with laughter. "but yeah, it looks good."

"but are we going to ignore the actual celebrity here?" soonyoung spoke, while minghao took a seat on the couch like a king. seokmin striked some pretty and hot and funny poses for his audience's amusement.

"you look like an idol. i rarely ever see you look like an actual human being." seungcheol quipped, making seokmin raise his fist as if to threaten seungcheol. the room fills with laughter again.

seokmin was wearing a velvety red suit, while his polo inside was black, his shoes matched with his polo. his makeup and hairstyle were the typical ones you see on idols when they get a sexy concept; blue contact lenses, dark eyeliner, shimmering beige eyeshadow, reddish plump lips and hair swept out of the forehead. might be usual for idols, but very unusual to see on seokmin.

"where are the others?" seokmin asked, taking a seat beside chan. "even minghao finished first."

"i don't know." and they wait for 6 minutes until mingyu and jeonghan emerged out of the elevator, bantering about mingyu's hairstyle.

"hey!" jeonghan yells. "is it better for mingyu to keep his hair kept, or should he make it messy?"

wonwoo answers for the members. "kept." wonwoo stares at mingyu and his gay senses were turned on yet again. mingyu was wearing only a leather vest for his top, matched with leather slacks and dress shoes. his biceps were bulging, and thanks to the makeup, his jawline was surfacing even more. his now grey hair was kept nicely, out of his forehead.

"aw, i didn't want my forehead to be shown!" mingyu whined. "look at jeonghan!" mingyu pointed to jeonghan, whose black hair was all curly, yet it covered his forehead. jeonghan giggled.

"good suggestion." soonyoung says, and stares at jeonghan. he was wearing a sequined coat, plain black slacks that hugged his legs tightly. inside the coat, he was wearing a black v-neck shirt that almost went unnoticed because it rised so low. his collarbones were showing, which he put highlighter on so it shined with every move under light. his makeup was bright, and his lips were painted in a strong shade of red.

"so you really went with sugar baby, huh?" junhui walks out of the kitchen, munching on a sandwich. "what a shame."

"junhui, minghao, you're going together, right?" seungkwan asked. "what a contrast. look at their outfits. minghao's is just loud and junhui wants to be quiet."

junhui was wearing a black turtleneck, a black suit jacket, black slacks and black shoes. his hair wasn't kept out of his forehead, so now he looks like a grim reaper. or a vampire, if you take his blood-stained-lips into account.

"hmm, good. you stayed with one color. acceptable, unlike the last time you wore red slacks." minghao recalled, and seventeen laughed. minghao started taking off the silver chain on his neck—and he wore it on junhui. "there, the cherry on top."

chan gasped, standing up and walking to vernon. the two screeched. "JUNHAO IS SAILING!" and they continued.

"god, aren't they loud?" jihoon grumbled, followed by laughs.

"so, will you write a new junhao fanfic?" wonwoo asked, giggling. chan stopped screeching and protested how unfunny the joke was, while vernon was making a point that the fanfic wasn't that bad. the others could only watch and laugh at them.

"g-guys, i'm sorry i'm late!" joshua's voice was heard, and silence took over as they turned to look at joshua. "i wasn't really confident with what i'm wearing."

joshua was wearing a black coat with gold linings, and black slacks. instead of dress shoes, he wore boots. under the unbuttoned coat, joshua wore a white dress shirt—which 3 buttons out of 4 were undone, so his chest was peeking. his hair was suddenly blue, looking a little wet and messy.

"wow. that's my daddy!" jeonghan shrieked, clinging onto joshua's arm suddenly. joshua nervously laughed, while seventeen mused over him.

"wow, okay, next time i'll get to wear a fashionable suit. you guys will faint if you see me." seungcheol says. soonyoung sighs overdramatically and nodded in agreement. "ALRIGHT! let's go?"

"wait!" joshua says. "seungkwan, come here. all weapons tested already?" seungkwan comes to joshua, and joshua sets an illusion to make seungkwan look like the original bartender, before seventeen answered in unison.

"YES!"

"hey, wait, you know our idol greeting?" seungcheol excitedly asked. "let's try!" seokmin sighed, already embarrassed.

"SAY THE NAME!" seungcheol starts, and the rest of seventeen continues with seungcheol: "SEVENTEEN!"

"oh, wow, that was cool." jihoon said. "but whatever, let's go kick some ass!"

(a/n: totally not obvious that joshua is my bias huh my god)