“Morning, boys!” All three managers walked into the dorm on a bright, Sunday morning to cook since it was your day off.

“Oh, hyung. You’re here already?” Howon sat up.

“I demand you make breakfast immediately! I’m famished!” Woohyun ordered. Hyowan raised an eyebrow, “You demand? I’d be careful with my wording if I were you; one wrong move, and you get no food all day.”

Infinite all shut Woohyun up.

“I hate you, hyung.” Woohyun muttered. “Mutual feelings there, Woohyun.” Hyowan ruffled his hair.

“So, what are you making us for breakfast, hyung?” Sungjong asked. Gonam answered, “Fried rice. We’ll be making extras so you guys can eat it for lunch too.”

“Fried rice for two meals?!” Myungsoo groaned. “Can’t hyungs make us something else for lunch?”

“No. That’s too much effort.” Jungryul said. “Effort?! Hyung, I can’t believe you!” Sungyeol complained. “We’re not getting paid to cook your three meals on Sundays, you know. The CEO thinks you guys are practicing day in day out at the moment.”

“Why would we be practicing?” Sunggyu asked. “It’s not like we have a comeback soon...”

“You guys have your concert soon.” Hyowan stated. “Concert?” Dongwoo tilted his head in confusion.

“OH! THE CONCERT!” Infinite all shot up with wide eyes. “When’s the concert, hyung?!” Howon asked.

“FORGET WHEN THE CONCERT IS! HOW ARE WE GOING TO DO A CONCERT LIKE THIS?!” Woohyun exclaimed.

Gonam