In the debate world, there are five unspoken rules. The first four are trivial; simple social laws that every sane person would understand.
But the last one. Now that's something.
Rule Number Five: Never, ever, under any circumstances, date your d...
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"It's way too fucking early for this." Jisung grumbled, trying hard not to fall asleep.
Changbin yawned beside him, sinking deeper into the pillow he had brought. "Somebody at Wellington needs their ass kicked. They keep moving their schedules up every year, and I'm going to sock their fucking face if they do it again."
Across from them, Hyunjin had face buried into Seungmin's neck, who was sleeping against the corner of the wall. The two of them didn't even bother to try staying awake.
Debate tournaments were, by nature, loud as shit. It was something you naturally expected, with the amount of talking and borderline shouting going on. People walked around in clacking heels from their designated rooms to their team's meeting spot, a glorified fashion show with an extra cup of chaos.
But that didn't apply to anything that happened before the opening assembly in the early morning. Because as loud and hyper as these people were, none of them, not a single one, was a morning person.
Well, except for one of them.
Felix snapped another photo. "This is so exciting," he gushed, taking a selfie with a half-dead Jeongin next to him. "Jisung! You're in the shot, smile a little!"
Jisung groaned, hugging the team jacket closer to his body. "We've been up since four. How are you so hyper?"
Felix giggled, bouncing in his seat at the end of the table. "I went to bed at, like, seven yesterday, but I got up at three because I was so excited and tried on all my suits once." He started typing into his phone.
Jeongin lifted his head off the table. His hair was all over the place. "When is opening assembly?"
"Eight." Changbin barely moved his face off of his stuffed pig.
"Wait, really? What the fuck are we doing here at six in the morning then?"
"Wellington demands that we check-in by six thirty at the latest, or else we get disqualified. That's where Chan went. I think, at least."
Felix looked up. "Yeah, they're coming back now."
Chan approached the table, followed by Bella. The two of them were the only ones who looked even mildly presentable and conscious at this time, other than Felix. Everyone had the Academy's team jackets on over their clothes, but they, at least, hadn't wrinkled it beyond reason—or bundled it up into a pillow like Jeongin did.
"Breakfast, you whores." she dropped two boxes on the table, one for coffee and juice, and one with bagels and spread.
Jisung rolled his head to the side to look at her. "Aren't chaperones supposed to be, you know, more or less warming?"
