Sunoo sat in the cozy ENHYPEN dorm studio, headphones on, humming softly to the melody of Beautiful by Punch. It was his recent project—a heartfelt cover he had been pouring his emotions into for weeks. When the song dropped online, fans went wild, dubbing it "a heavenly gift wrapped in Sunoo's golden vocals."
The dorm, however, had turned into something else entirely.
“Sunoo-ya, sign this for me!” Heeseung barged in first, holding a printed album cover with Beautiful in cursive. His puppy-like grin betrayed the seriousness of his request.
“Hyung, you live here. Why are you acting like a fan?” Sunoo huffed, but a smile played on his lips as he scribbled his signature.
“I’m just practicing for when you win Best Solo Cover,” Heeseung said with a wink.
Before Sunoo could retort, Jay strutted in with a smirk and a neatly crafted banner reading, “Kim Sunoo: Our Sunshine, Our Songbird.”
“Where’d you even get that?” Sunoo stared, half horrified, half flattered.
“I made it, obviously,” Jay replied nonchalantly. “It’s for when I attend your fan meeting—front row, of course.”
“Front row?” Jungwon interjected as he leaned casually on the doorframe. “I’m the leader. That guarantees VIP status.”
“You wish,” Jake chimed in, holding his phone up, already snapping candid pictures of Sunoo. “Look, Sunoo, your international fans are trending #SunooBeautifulEra. I’ll help translate the tweets later.”
Sunoo buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by the chaos. “You’re all insane.”
“I’m the sanest one here,” Niki declared, appearing behind Jake. He was holding what appeared to be...a homemade lightstick? It glowed faintly with the letters S-N-O-O.
“Don’t tell me you made that just for me!” Sunoo exclaimed, equal parts touched and mortified.
“Of course I did. You think I’m lining up with Engenes? I’m VIP for life,” Niki said smugly, twirling the lightstick.
Sunghoon entered last, calm as ever but holding what looked suspiciously like a framed photo of Sunoo. “I’m not fighting for VIP status,” he said smoothly, placing the frame on the table. “I’m his biggest fan. That says enough.”
Sunoo looked at the picture—it was a candid shot of him smiling during one of their trips. The warmth in Sunghoon’s voice melted his defenses.
“Fine, you’re all VIP. Happy now?” Sunoo relented, trying not to smile too wide.
The members erupted in cheers, laughing as they all scrambled to take turns playfully “interviewing” their sunshine.
“You know,” Sunoo said after the commotion died down, “you guys are ridiculous.”
“That’s because we’re your biggest fans,” Jake said, slinging an arm around Sunoo’s shoulder.
“Biggest and luckiest,” Heeseung added, ruffling Sunoo’s hair.
Sunoo couldn’t argue with that. Whether it was the fans or his chaotic but loving group of husbands, he was surrounded by people who made his life more beautiful than any song could capture.
Sunoo’s heart swelled as he looked at his six husbands. They were competitive, goofy, and sometimes downright annoying, but moments like these reminded him why he loved them so much.
“Alright, alright,” Sunoo said, standing up. “Since you’re all VIPs, I guess that means I owe you an exclusive performance of Beautiful, huh?”
