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Pre-debut GOT7 had three managers, post debut they had one. One manager left due to unforeseen family issues and the other. . .
“Alright boys That’s enough for today you all did well. Keep this up and you will be an unstoppable force come debut time,” Their dance instructor praised them. Various ranges of ‘nea!’ rang throughout the room as they gathered their things, got sips of water, or just rested sprawled out on the floor. JB looked around at his group, his team he was in charge of leading. He still was trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was the leader of a group with six other individuals. When they had done JJ Project he wasn’t even the leader technically. He was older and therefore more responsibilities fell on him naturally. Jinyoung had walked out with the choreographer presumably asking him a question about something. He looked at at mark spitting on the couch scrolling through his phone with jackson’s head on his thigh from where he sat on the floor watching youngjae continue to practice a move he felt he wasn’t doing right. He was doing just fine but with his short trainee period he felt as if he needed to work harder which JB didn’t necessarily disagree with. BamBam was sprawled on the floor making dying whale noises at Yugyeom who just sat there leaning against the mirror with his bag in his lap looking tired. They all were tired of course but yugyeom just looked tired and defeated. He had already looked tired when their manager had dropped him off after school at the practice room and that was seven hours ago. JB would have to make sure he had the first shower and then straight to bed. Just as he was about to round up the posse to head home one of their three managers walked in the door.
“Why are you guys still loitering around? This isn’t a rest and relaxation center,” He scoffed at the sight of them. JB could hardly believe his ears, they were tired and practice had just ended maybe seven minutes ago. Their manager Minhyuk always said things like that though so it wasn’t a surprise. He was never overly cruel but he was never really praising either but as a manager he gave them the biggest push so they didn’t hate him for it. They all started to rise on already sore limbs and make for the exit. “Yugyeom-ah you need to stay and fix the mistakes you kept making. You were off the most and we can’t have you ending rehearsal like that,” JB couldn’t believe his ears. Yugyeom who was never off hadn’t even made that many mistakes today while being obviously exhausted, Yugyeom obviously couldn’t believe his own ears because as soon as minhyuk spoke his bag dropped out of his hand and hit the floor with a thud. Almost everyone looked at him rather surprised and he turned pink and looked down at the floor or rather his bag. He made no motion to pick it up.
“Yugyeom has school in the morning,” Jackson spoke having been the only one not phased by the bag dropping. His eyes still closed where he now leaned on a standing mark.
“Then he should get started so he can finish,” Minhyuk said clearly not backing down.
“But Hyeong hyung was pleased with what we did and besides he left, how can yugyeom practice without someone else to correct him?” JB tried to be as polite as he could with his questioning but really this was ridiculous.
“Did he say he was leaving,” Minhyuk challenged. No, he hadn’t actually stated that he was but he took his things with him. “He just went to get a quick bite and then he’s coming back I told him I’d inform Yugyeom. This is happening kids so just head to the dorm with manager Wonbae and I’ll bring Yugyeom later,”
“Oh well I’m sure Hyung wouldn’t mind if I stayed too I need some help on some things,” Youngjae said actually looking happy about the prospect of practicing more. The protest surprisingly enough didn’t come from Minhyuk.
“You have school too hyung, and it’s hard enough waking you up in the morning already,” Yugyeom probably meant to sound natural but the laugh that accompanied the statement was anything but natural.
“Wonbae is waiting outside so who’s staying and who’s leaving?” Minhyuk questioned growing impatient. JB didn’t want anyone to stay, not Youngjae and not Yugyeom either.
“Is there anyway he can do this extra practice tomorrow night? He doesn’t have school then,” JB tried reasoning for their maknae who obviously didn’t seem to want to stay or have anyone else stay with him.
“Hyeong is here now and it would be rude to waste his time,” Yugyeom replied even though JB’s question was aimed towards their manager. He hadn’t even looked up from the floor.
“What time is this extra practice over,” Mark suddenly asked probably intending to wait up for yugyeom.
“As soon as he gets it right I suppose,” was the simple answer Minhyuk gave with a slight shrug. Before anyone could reply to that yugyeom was picking up his bag and walking to the back of the studio space to put it down. When he turned to them he had a smile plastered on his face and the shift in mood was too abrupt to be natural.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it perfect in one or two goes and be home before you guys are even done showering,”Yugyeom turned his back to them and started searching his bag for something without another word. He sounded determined more than cheery and it was his decision at the end of the day so with a sigh JB led the rest of the boys out of the practice room
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As the others filed out yugyeom kept his back to the door pretending as if he was getting something from his bag. In reality he was trying to convince himself that they were not abandoning him, they had actually fought for him to be able to leave with them and Youngjae even offered to stay but the idea of any of them being here right now was too much. No they weren’t abandoning him, after all he had all but forced them to leave with as much force as Minhyuk had. After a minute of absolute silence yugyeom took a deep breath and turned to face Minhyuk who was just staring at him as if was the reason for everything that was wrong with the world, as if he needed reminding of that.
“Hyeong hyung isn’t coming back is he,” he was surprised how even his voice managed to come out.
“It’s ok I can help you,” Minhyuk smiled shrugging off his jacket.