It was supposed to be just another electrifying concert for Enhypen. The crowd was roaring, lights flashing, and the adrenaline pumping through their veins. However, tonight had a surprise in store for them—one that no one expected.
Sunoo, ever the sweetheart, was on stage, dancing and singing with his usual charisma. The staff had made an unfortunate wardrobe mistake. What was meant to be a loose, oversized shirt had been tailored a little too short—causing Sunoo to unknowingly wear a crop top. The fans were going wild, but not just because of his performance.
The brave fanboys and fangirls near the front row, emboldened by the situation, couldn’t help themselves. They started calling out to Sunoo, throwing flirty glances and even a few suggestive comments. Sunoo, oblivious to the shift in energy, continued with his performance, laughing and smiling at the fans in his usual sweet manner. Little did he know, the other members were starting to feel an unfamiliar sensation in their chests.
Heeseung’s eyes narrowed when a fan yelled out, “Sunoo, show us more of that midriff!” He was usually cool-headed, the eldest who balanced the team, but this? This was different. The moment the comment slipped out, his protective instinct kicked in. Heeseung shot a glare towards the fan, his usual warm demeanor quickly shifting to something more guarded. He was about to approach the fan when Sunoo's wide, innocent smile pulled him back. Heeseung clenched his fists, focusing on the music, but his gaze never left Sunoo.
Jay's jaw tightened when he heard another fan call out, “You look hot in that top, Sunoo!” His fingers tapped rhythmically on his mic, but his mind wasn’t on the performance. The thought of anyone being bold enough to flirt with Sunoo made his blood boil. He had been the one to protect Sunoo from the early days, and now this? Jay tried to shake it off, but when a fan waved at Sunoo, calling him over, he felt his usual level-headedness slip. The urge to rush over and put an arm around Sunoo grew stronger, but he knew better. He quickly moved closer to Sunoo on stage, making sure to stand just a little too close to shield him, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Jake could feel the heat rise in his chest as the fanboys started cheering louder, almost as if they were daring Sunoo to respond to them. His carefree attitude had always been a part of who he was, but the thought of those fanboys shamelessly hitting on Sunoo... it made him want to confront them. Instead, Jake threw Sunoo a playful wink from across the stage, pretending to make it seem like he was in on the fun. But deep down, he was seething. His fingers tightened around the mic, his smile more tense than he intended. Jake made a mental note to speak to Sunoo later—about his shirt, the fans, and everything in between.
Sunghoon’s face hardened when a particularly bold fan called, “Let’s go home together, Sunoo!” Sunghoon’s eyes flickered with a coldness that wasn’t typical of him. His stance on stage was calculated, but now he was barely aware of his movements. Every flirtatious comment made his blood boil, and his breath seemed to come in short bursts as he tried to hold his composure. He forced himself to smile and give the audience a slight nod, but his mind was elsewhere, calculating how to deal with the situation. Sunghoon subtly moved closer to Sunoo, his hand brushing against his back as if to subtly remind the fans that Sunoo was already spoken for—by him.
Jungwon was always the peacekeeper, but even he couldn’t deny the frustration building within him. As the youngest leader, he usually kept his feelings in check, but the situation with Sunoo’s unexpected wardrobe malfunction pushed him to his limits. The fanboys were becoming more audacious, and the way they called out to Sunoo made Jungwon’s protective side flare up. He couldn't stand it when someone else made a move on Sunoo in that way. The thought of someone getting too close to him or claiming his attention made him feel possessive. Jungwon tried to stay professional, but his eyes kept darting between Sunoo and the audience. At some point, his patience snapped, and he subtly gestured for the others to move in closer.
