The bustling energy of the concert venue was electric. ENHYPEN had just stepped off stage, leaving the crowd euphoric and chanting for more. In the chaos of screams and camera flashes, one thing stood out like a beacon of divine light: Sunoo.
His radiant smile seemed to illuminate the room as if the very gods and goddesses themselves had carved him with meticulous care. Fans whispered among themselves, their words carrying awe and wonder:
"He’s like the human embodiment of Athena’s wisdom and beauty!”
"No, he’s Apollo’s favorite creation. Look at that glow!"
"It’s like Aphrodite and Hephaestus teamed up just to make him perfect!"
The Twitter hashtags started trending immediately: #SunooTheEighthWonder, #DivineSunoo, and #WhippedForSunoo. Clips of him fixing his hair backstage spread like wildfire, his effortless grace making people swoon across the globe.
But the fans weren’t the only ones bewitched. ENHYPEN’s members, standing nearby, were utterly whipped.
Heeseung leaned against the wall, watching Sunoo with a dreamy, faraway look. "Seriously, how is he even real? He’s out of this world," he mumbled, causing Jay to roll his eyes—though he secretly agreed.
Jay crossed his arms, trying to act nonchalant. "Stop looking at him like that, Hyung. It’s weird." But moments later, Sunoo smiled at him, and Jay tripped over his words, flushing red.
Jake tried to keep it together but failed miserably when Sunoo playfully adjusted Jake’s collar. "T-Thanks, Sunoo," he stammered, his Australian accent thickening as he turned into a mess of blush and shy laughter.
Jungwon, the usually composed leader, gave up on trying to manage the chaos. He sighed dramatically, muttering, “I’m the leader, but Sunoo’s the one we all follow without question.”
Niki and Sunghoon, meanwhile, were the loudest. Sunghoon proclaimed, "Honestly, Sunoo might as well be the visual of the whole K-pop industry," while Niki teased, "Can we just rename the group Sunoo’s Backup Dancers?"
Sunoo, blissfully unaware of the divine-level admiration surrounding him, was busy handing out water bottles to his exhausted bandmates. "Here, you’ve worked hard," he said with a warm smile, his kindness adding fuel to the already raging fire.
Backstage staff caught wind of the chaos, some murmuring in agreement. Even the cameraman zoomed in a little too much during Sunoo’s close-ups, causing fans watching live to scream louder than before.
As the night went on, the phrase “Sunoo is the epitome of perfection” echoed across fan forums and member conversations alike. If gods and goddesses truly existed, the fans were certain they had poured their hearts into crafting someone like him.
And amidst all the chaos, Sunoo—perfectly humble and unaware—kept being his dazzling, kind self, unknowingly fueling the devotion of millions.
The scene backstage was pure chaos. Fans outside the venue screamed Sunoo's name in waves that echoed through the walls, their chants only growing louder as clips of his angelic smile flooded social media. The members of ENHYPEN huddled together, trying to make sense of the storm Sunoo had inadvertently unleashed.
Meanwhile, the cause of all the chaos stood in the corner, completely oblivious, humming softly as he fiddled with a small, plush keychain he had won from a claw machine earlier that day. His innocence was the cherry on top of his perfection—a fact that made his bandmates even more exasperated (and enamored).
Sunghoon groaned, tossing his head back dramatically. "Does he know he just started a fan war about which Greek deity blessed him the most?"
Sunoo looked up, tilting his head in confusion. "What do you mean? A fan war? Are they fighting? That sounds so scary!" His wide eyes were filled with genuine concern, making the rest of the group practically melt on the spot.
