THE SEVEN

The stage lights dimmed, casting a golden halo around the seven figures standing shoulder to shoulder. The crowd’s cheers still thundered through the arena, refusing to fade. Zion, the leader, stepped forward, his voice steady yet warm.

“Tonight has been unforgettable. We poured our hearts into every beat, every lyric, and every step — but it was all for you. Thank you for standing with us, for believing in us, and for letting our music become a part of your lives. We promise we’ll keep working harder for you. Until next time… we love you.”

The audience roared, their voices crashing like waves. Then Arjun, the main dancer, snatched the mic with a mischievous grin.

“Ah… it’s already time to say goodbye? No, I’m not crying—someone just turned on the emotional fog machine again. You guys felt it too, right?

Before we end, I just want to say… tonight, you were the real stars. We were just the ones with the microphones. Without you, it would just be me dancing in a big empty room… and trust me, that’s way less cool.

I hope when you go home, you still hear our songs in your head. And if you can’t sleep tonight… sorry, but also… you’re welcome.

Let’s promise to meet again soon. Until then, take care of yourselves… and please, eat something delicious for me, okay? See you next time!”

All the members says “ Thank you ,we love you, see you next time”in unison waving and smiling as the music swells they walk off the stage together, still waving until they disappear behind the curtains.

This is SEVEN a seven-member boy group under Aurora Entertainment, loved worldwide for their exceptional talent and stage presence.Since their debut in 2018, they have captivated audiences with their powerful performances, heartfelt lyrics, and diverse music styles. Each member brings a unique charm—whether it’s vocals, rap, dance, or personality—that creates a perfect balance within the team. But what truly made Seven so loved wasn’t just their talent—it was their bond with their fans. From day one, they treated every performance like a conversation, every lyric like a love letter, and every moment on stage like it was for the fans alone. Their sincerity, hard work, and playful personalities made them not just idols, but friends the fans could cheer for through every high and low.

Seven wasn’t just a group. For many, they were a family—one that millions around the world felt proud to be a part of.

The grand ballroom glimmered under crystal chandeliers, its walls adorned with banners celebrating Seven’s latest triumph.The success party was held in the grand hall of the Aurora Company’s headquarters, a place that seemed to glow from every angle.Every table was dressed in white linen and topped with delicate centerpieces of orchids and tall glass vases filled with sparkling stones. The company’s iconic logo shimmered in gold across a large LED backdrop, cycling through highlights of Seven’s greatest performances.Soft jazz played in the background, blending with the quiet hum of conversation. Members of Seven moved gracefully among the crowd, exchanging warm greetings with the director, board members, and key stakeholders. They shook hands, bowed politely, and shared polite laughter with executives in tailored suits and evening gowns.Glasses of champagne clinked as toasts were made in quiet corners, and the scent of fine hors d’oeuvres drifted through the air. It wasn’t loud or wild; it was refined, elegant—a celebration that spoke not of endings, but of the strength and future of Aurora Company, and of the seven stars who shone at its heart.

The seven members of Seven were scattered across the grand hall, each locked in their own circle of conversation. Ren was deep in discussion with a director about the next year’s creative direction; Leo was smiling politely as a board member recounted a long-winded story about the group’s early days.

Across the room, Alehandro found himself the target of a different kind of attention. A tall, silver-haired businessman—one of the company’s most influential stakeholders—approached with a charming smile, his daughter in tow. She was dressed in an ethereal pastel gown, clutching her small glittering clutch like a lifeline.“Alex,” the man said, resting a proud hand on the young woman’s shoulder, “my daughter has been dying to meet you. She’s one of your biggest admirers. When she heard I was attending tonight, she all but threatened to disown me unless I brought her along.”The girl’s cheeks turned crimson, and she gave a shy bow before glancing up at him with wide, starstruck eyes. “It’s… really you,” she whispered, as though afraid speaking louder would break the spell.

Zeen smiled, warmth touching his expression as he reached out a hand. “It’s really me. And you’re…?”She stammered her name, almost tripping over the syllables. Her father chuckled, clearly amused, while the nearby guests looked on with polite interest—an amusing reminder that even in the world of polished business dealings, the pull of stardom still slipped through the cracks.

Nico pushed through clusters of well-dressed executives, his eyes darting across the room. He scanned every corner, every conversation—looking for Zion. But no matter where he turned, the leader was nowhere to be found. Zion was missing from the party.

He glanced over toward a quiet corner where Kai stood alone, swirling his glass and staring into the crowd with unreadable eyes. Nico hesitated for a moment, then moved toward him.

“Kai,” Nico said softly, lowering his voice, “have you seen Zion anywhere?”

Kai’s phone suddenly chimed. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen.The message was from Zion, sent to the group chat:“To the sky in 15.” Kai smirked and casually held the phone up right in front of Nico’s face.

“Well, there’s your answer.”

When Kai held up his phone and showed Nico the message, his face suddenly lit up.

Without a word, he hurried toward the elevator bank, weaving quickly through the crowd.

Kai smirked, took a last sip from his glass, and followed without hesitation.Almost simultaneously, phones buzzed across the room. One by one, the other members saw Zion’s message: “To the sky in 15.”With knowing smiles, they politely excused themselves from conversations and smoothly made their way toward the elevators, their movements swift and practiced.Within moments, all five members were converging at the elevator lobby, ready to slip away for their secret ritual.They pressed the elevator button eagerly, only to watch in mild frustration as the doors slid open and the lift began its descent—going down instead of up.

Without missing a beat, Nico shook his head with a grin. “Stairs it is.”One by one, the members spilled out into the stairwell, laughter bubbling up as they raced each other upward.Kai loosened his tie with a quick tug, Nico shrugged off his coat and swung it over his shoulder, and Ron rolled up his sleeves, all of them energized by the familiar thrill.The echo of their footsteps mixed with breathless laughter as they sprinted up the final flights, anticipation pulsing through every step.

They finally reached the rooftop, breathless and exhilarated.Crossed over the weathered wooden planks was a faded sign, nailed firmly in place:

“NO ENTRY”

Two rough boards, nailed tightly in an X, blocked the door—an unmistakable message meant to keep others away.But without hesitation, Nico pushed the door open — it was already unlocked, just as they all expected.They stepped inside, the familiar warmth and energy of their secret refuge immediately surrounding them.They stepped through the door and were immediately greeted by Arjun and Zion, who stood ready with bottles of champagne.With mischievous grins, they popped the corks, sending a sparkling shower of bubbly spraying into the air. The members ran to the other side of the rooftop where the table was dodging the sparkling spray with playful shouts.There, they grabbed more bottles, popping the corks with practiced ease.Laughter erupted as the fizzy droplets caught the light, each member then grabbed a glass for themselves. Glasses in hand, some members filled their own glasses while others helped pour for their teammates, passing the bottles around effortlessly.With a shared glance, they raised their glasses high and clinked them together.“To Seven!” they shouted in unison, their voices ringing with enthusiasm and a sense of belonging.

Everyone found themselves sinking into mismatched, randomly scattered chairs and sofas, each seat as unique as their personalities.Arjun claimed the center spot in front of the table where all the seats faced, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Alright,” he announced, voice booming with excitement, “let the ritual begin!”

Everyone screamed in excitement, the energy crackling through the room. Arjun strutted forward, holding up a large, ornate cup with the word “POISON” boldly painted across it.Grinning devilishly, he raised the cup like a trophy.He grinned and said, “Yo, guys, you know what this means?”

Ever since they first started as a band member, they had this ritual after every concert. The member who’s voted by the others as the one who messed up the choreography the most has to drink from the Poison Cup. And the drink? It’s whatever the rest of the six pour in—no rules, just pure chaos.

The room filled with laughter and playful groans as everyone eyed each other, waiting to see who would be the unlucky contestant this time.

Everyone quickly grabbed scraps of paper and started jotting down the name of the member they thought messed up the choreography the most.Leo moved around with a gentle smile, collecting the notes one by one and dropping them carefully into the Poison Cup. Arjun dipped his hand into the Poison Cup and pulled out the votes one by one.

The first name he read aloud was, “Alex.”

The second vote was also, “Alex.”

Third, “Nico.”

Fourth, again, “Nico.”

Both Nico and Alex exchanged nervous glances.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh votes — all for “Alex.”

A mix of worry and laughter spread through the group as Zeen realized he was the unlucky one to drink the… special concoction.

Everyone except Zeen stood up, grinning mischievously as they gathered around the table.

One by one, they began pouring strange and random ingredients into the Poison Cup.

Joon grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured a generous splash into the Poison Cup, the sharp scent filling the air.He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief, as the others chuckled at his bold contribution to the concoction.

JD grabbed the vodka bottle and poured a hefty shot into the Poison Cup, the clear liquid adding another potent layer to the mix.He winked at Zeen, grinning, “This one’s gonna hit hard.”

Evan carefully poured a generous splash of soy sauce into the Poison Cup, the salty aroma mixing oddly with the sharp spirits.

T added a splash of tabasco sauce, its pungent scent twisting the mix further.

Jovannah sprinkled a dash of fiery chili powder on top, making the concoction look even more intimidating.

Mochi finished it off with a flourish—spraying a cloud of whipped cream over the cup and placing a bright red cherry on top like a twisted garnish.

The strange mixture bubbled slightly, the absurdity of the ritual making everyone laugh even more.

Zeen was gently escorted to the table, standing tall amid the laughter and teasing.

As he faced the group, everyone shouted in unison, “Chuck! Chuck!” — their playful chant ringing out across the rooftop, turning the moment into a spirited, lighthearted ceremony.

Zeen took a deep breath, raised the Poison Cup, and with a steady voice said, “For the ritual!”

Then, without hesitation, he chugged the entire concoction in one swift gulp.

JD immediately leaned forward, eyes wide. “So… how does it taste?”

Zeen crunched his face, scrunching his nose, then surprised everyone with a thumbs-up.

“Delicious.”

The rooftop exploded with laughter, the tension melting into shared joy once again.

As the night faded, the rooftop was scattered empty bottles rolling lazily across the floor and tables with half-finished dishes.The members sat—or slouched—full and drunk, their laughter quieter now but still warm, the weight of the night settling softly around them.

Zeen slowly got to his feet, swaying slightly as he announced, “I’m leaving.”

Without waiting for a response, he began humming a soft tune, his steps steady as he made his way toward the door.

Joon smiled and rose after him, falling into step beside Zeen, joining in with his own voice to harmonize the song.

—his voice surprisingly awful, cracking and wavering through the rooftop air a great rapper but terrible singer.

The others exchanged amused glances, some stifling laughter as Joon soldiered on with exaggerated passion.

Slowly, despite the shaky start, one by one they joined in, their voices weaving around Joon’s off-key notes, turning the moment into a heartfelt, imperfect anthem that only made their bond feel stronger.

Soon after, Zeen and Joon slipped away, both drunk and staggering slightly as they made their way down from the rooftop.

JD followed close behind, unsteady on his feet. Jovannah quietly stepped in, catching JD’s arm and gently guiding him toward his car.

The driver waited patiently, helping JD inside before pulling away smoothly, ferrying him home through the quiet night.As JD left, jovannah pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message.With a satisfied nod, he hit send. After sending the message, Jovannah slipped a black mask from his pocket, pulling it over his face with practiced ease. With his phone still in hand, Jovannah smiled quietly, his eyes gleaming with a secret amusement.He moved smoothly into the darkness, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face as he disappeared from sight.

Mochi woke to the buzz of his phone vibrating against the rooftop’s wooden floor.

Blinking awake, he realized he was lying on the couch, the night’s chill still lingering in the air.

Across the rooftop, T stood stiffly, his eyes fixed with intense concern on Evan, who had passed out in a nearby chair—beer bottle still loosely clutched in his hand.

Mochi adjusted his eyes to the glow of his phone screen and saw a message from a contact saved as Stranger:

“Get home safely.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he quickly typed back, “Sorry drunk much. Will talk to you tomorrow.”

Pocketing his phone, he rose slowly and made his way toward the rooftop door.

With Mochi heading out, only T and Evan remained on the rooftop.

T got up and stepped closer to Evan, his brow furrowing as he stared down at the younger member’s face slumped in the chair, still lost in the haze of sleep.

Tae nudged Evan’s legs gently, then a bit more firmly.

“Hey, drunk little kid, wake up! It’s 2 a.m.,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and impatience.

T nudged Evan’s legs again, this time more firmly.

“If you don’t get up, I’m leaving you here alone to freeze to death,” he warned, a teasing edge hiding genuine concern in his voice.

A flicker of anger flashed in Tae’s eyes, but without another word, he crouched down, lifted Evan onto his back, and carried him carefully.

With steady hands, he made his way to the car waiting below, settling Evan inside before driving him home through the quiet streets.

The morning light filtered softly through the trees as JD slowly stirred, blinking against the brightness.

He found himself sprawled awkwardly at the main door of the house, the cool floor pressing against his cheek.

For a moment, confusion clouded his mind before the events of the night crept back, leaving him with a sheepish smile and a groan.

Zeen stepped out of the kitchen carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

JD’s eyes lit up, thinking one was meant for him.

But without a glance, Zeen walked past him, leaving JD alone by the door, the warmth of the coffee untouched and the moment hanging awkwardly in the morning air. Zeen made his way to Joon’s room but found it empty.Curious, he headed toward the studio instead.There, under the soft glow of the desk lamp, Joon sat slumped over the table—fast asleep.Next to him lay a notepad filled with half-finished lyrics and scattered ideas, the pen still loosely gripped in his hand—a silent testament to a night spent chasing inspiration. Zeen watched Joon sleeping, a quiet admiration swelling in his chest.He truly is a leader, Zeen thought. He deserves this role—no matter how much it wears him down.Leaning closer, Zeen gently blew a soft breath across Joon’s eyes. Joon’s eyelashes fluttered, his hair shifting slightly in the breeze.Slowly, he blinked awake, meeting Zeen’s warm gaze with a tired but grateful smile.

Zeen gently set down the warm cup of coffee beside Joon’s notepad,“I figured you might need this.”Joon picked up the coffee with a weary smile and whispered, “Thank you.”Zeen settled beside him, his tone gentle but firm.“You’re not a robot, Joon. You don’t always have to carry the weight of being the leader.”He paused, then added with a small grin, “Sometimes, it’s okay to just be Joon.”

Joon took a slow sip of the coffee, his gaze distant yet steady.“I’m just Joon right now.”The weight of leadership lifted, if only for a moment, leaving only the man beneath.

Zeen smiled gently and said, “I’ll fix you some hangover soup before we head to the company. But first, you should take a shower. You’re smelling like alcohol”Joon cracked a faint smile, the moment lightening between them.

Evan slowly opened his eyes and blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.Beside him, T lay shirtless, still half-asleep, his steady breathing filling the quiet room.For a moment, neither spoke—just two quiet souls.

Evan blinked up at T, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and mock outrage.“Why are you naked? And why am I naked? And why are you in my bed? What did you do to me, you monster? I’m just a baby!”

T stirred awake, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in Evan’s flustered expression as he replied,

“Don’t you remember last night? You were begging me not to leave you alone.”

Evan’s eyes widened as the memory flickered back to the part… when T laid him in bed, and he was clutching T’s shirt? After that, everything was just a blur.”He looked up at T, a mix of embarrassment and frustration in his voice “I was drunk, but you were all right—so why couldn’t you control your own damn big body?” T: (grinning) “Hey carrying you home wasn’t exactly easy okay. I was so tired I couldn’t control my body” Evan’s eyes widened, heart racing.

Did we…?He scrambled through the foggy memories—T carrying him, the closeness, the warmth.“No, no,” he told himself. “We didn’t. Right?”His cheeks flushed as the thought lingered, his mind spinning with embarrassed questions and the awkward possibility. “Dude… it was my first time. And with you. And I can’t even remember it.”

T’s eyes widened as he caught on to what Evan was hinting at.

“Whoa, hold up your horses. Don’t go too far with this, alright?” he said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Last night, you were so drunk you vomited—on me and yourself. I had to strip both of us down and clean up. I was too wiped out to head back, so I just crashed in your bed. That’s it. Nothing more.”He gave Evan a reassuring smile, hoping to put his mind at ease.