The concert venue was electric, filled with the deafening screams of ENGENEs, waving their lightsticks in perfect synchronization. Enhypen was nearing the end of their set, the sweat on their brows glistening under the colorful stage lights. Sunoo stood at the center of the stage, flashing his trademark radiant smile, his charm sending waves of adoration through the audience.
As the final notes of the song faded, Sunghoon suddenly stepped forward, his mic raised and a mischievous glint in his eye. “WHO IS SUNOO’S BABY?” he bellowed into the mic, his voice amplified throughout the arena.
The crowd erupted in cheers, with fans chanting “WE ARE!” and “ME!” in the chaos. However, the rest of the members weren’t going to let the question slide.
“Obviously me!” Jake declared, confidently stepping forward.
“You? Dream on,” Jay countered, giving him a pointed glare.
“Uh, it’s clearly me. Check the facts,” Heeseung smirked, his confidence unshaken.
Jungwon and Niki exchanged glances before both shouted, “It’s us!”
Before the debate could spiral further, Sunoo raised his mic, cutting through their playful bickering. With a twinkle in his eyes, he shouted loud and clear, “ENGENES ARE MY BABIES!”
The crowd went wild, their cheers reaching new heights, while the members froze in disbelief. One by one, their expressions morphed into exaggerated pouts.
“Sunoo-yah!” Jake whined, clutching his chest as if he’d been stabbed. “How could you say that?!”
“You didn’t even hesitate!” Jungwon sulked, crossing his arms.
“I demand a recount,” Jay muttered, clearly dissatisfied.
“Engenes? Really?” Sunghoon sighed dramatically, shooting a betrayed look at Sunoo.
Heeseung and Niki exchanged knowing smirks. “We’ll have to remind him who his real babies are later,” Heeseung said slyly.
Unfazed, Sunoo giggled, placing a hand on his hip. “What can I say? ENGENEs deserve to know they’re my number one!” His cheeky response only deepened their mock despair.
But as the song ended and the members regrouped for the final bow, it was clear they weren’t letting this slide. Each one subtly slid an arm around Sunoo’s waist, their grips possessive.
Sunoo raised an eyebrow at the group’s antics but didn’t protest. Instead, he leaned into their embraces, whispering, “Are you guys seriously sulking?”
Jake grinned mischievously, his voice low but teasing. “You said ENGENEs are your babies, but we’re your full-time waist grabbers, remember?”
“Yeah,” Sunghoon added with a wink, “Part-time idols, full-time Sunoo handlers. You can’t deny that.”
Sunoo rolled his eyes, though the fond smile tugging at his lips gave him away. “Fine, fine. You’re all my babies too. Happy?”
The members exchanged victorious grins, their sulking miraculously vanishing. As they turned to wave at the crowd for one last encore, the arena lit up with cheers, a perfect reflection of the chaotic yet heartwarming dynamic between Sunoo and his “babies.”
In the end, Sunoo belonged to ENGENEs — but his heart was securely held by the six waist-grabber idols by his side.
As the concert wrapped up, the members filed backstage, still buzzing with energy. Sunoo tried to escape their teasing, but they weren’t letting him off the hook that easily.
He barely made it to the dressing room before Jake cornered him, dramatically blocking the doorway with an outstretched arm. “Alright, Baby,” he began, feigning seriousness. “Time for a little intervention. We need to talk about your favoritism.”
“Favoritism?” Sunoo blinked, feigning innocence. “I just gave ENGENEs what they deserve.”
“Oh, really?” Sunghoon chimed in, stepping behind Sunoo and pulling him into a loose back hug. “So, what about our needs, hmm? Are we not important Darling?”
