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Living in an idol dorm meant sharing everything—schedules, bathrooms, clothes, and unfortunately for the rest of ENHYPEN, auditory space.
At this point, the members had practically developed a sixth sense for survival. It was an unspoken rule: if Sunghoon and Sunoo were missing from the living room for more than ten minutes, you either put on noise-canceling headphones or you left the apartment entirely. The two were hopelessly, desperately obsessed with each other, and they didn't care who knew it.
"I swear, if I hear one more muffled squeak come through that drywall, I am moving into the company dance studio permanently," Jay muttered, violently tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he stared at the TV screen.
The members were gathered on the massive living room couch, trying to enjoy a movie night. Well, most of them. Two distinct absences were heavily felt.
"Just turn the TV volume up, Jay-hyung," Jungwon sighed, looking completely desensitized as he rubbed his temples. "I've already seen them making out against the kitchen counter twice this week while trying to get a glass of water. My soul has already left my body."
"I walked past the laundry room yesterday and Sunghoon had him pinned against the dryer," Heeseung chimed in, staring blankly ahead. "I didn't look. I just turned around and walked backwards into my room. I'm pretending it never happened."
Sitting on the edge of the sofa, Ni-ki let out a loud groan. He had completely forgotten his iPad charger, and he was almost certain he left it on the desk in Sunghoon’s room.
"I'm gonna go ask Sunghoon-hyung if he's seen my charger," Ni-ki said, standing up and stretching his long limbs.
"Ni-ki, wait, don't—" Jake started to warn him, but the maknae was already walking down the hallway, completely oblivious to the danger.
Ni-ki reached Sunghoon’s door. It wasn't fully closed—left just a tiny bit ajar, leaving a narrow, dark crack. Ni-ki raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles could hit the wood, his eyes naturally drifted through the open gap.
His entire brain instantly short-circuited.
Inside the dimly lit room, Sunghoon was sitting up against the headboard of the bed, his dark hair messy, his shirt completely gone to expose his broad, muscular chest. And right on top of his lap, straddling him completely, was Sunoo.
Sunoo’s head was thrown back, his blonde bangs messy as his slender arms clung to Sunghoon's broad shoulders for dear life. Even though a heavy, fluffy duvet was pulled up, completely covering their lower halves, it was blindingly obvious what was happening. Sunoo was mid-riding his boyfriend, his hips moving in a slow, heavy, and rhythmic motion that made him let out a soft, completely undone, airy moan right into the quiet room.
Sunghoon’s large hands were locked onto Sunoo’s waist, a fiercely possessive, dark smirk on his face as he muttered something filthy against his boyfriend's neck.
Ni-ki’s eyes widened to the absolute size of flying saucers. His jaw literally dropped.
Nope. Nope. Absolutely not.
Ni-ki didn't even breathe. He pivoted on his heel and sprinted back down the hallway so fast he practically left skid marks on the floor, bursting back into the living room like he was being chased by a ghost.
He stumbled into the light of the TV, his face completely pale, his eyes wide and vacant, staring into the void as if his entire innocence had just been ripped away from him.
Jungwon took one look at his face and immediately paused the movie. "Ni-ki? What happened? Did you find your charger?"
Ni-ki was completely speechless. His stomach did a violent, dramatic flop. He looked at the members, his lips trembling in sheer, unadulterated horror. Without a word, he face-planted directly onto the couch, burying his face straight into Jake’s lap to shield himself from the cruel world.
Ni-ki screamed into Jake’s sweatpants, his muffled voice full of genuine, dramatic agony as he aggressively kicked his legs. "MY EYES! WHY THE FUCK DID I LOOK?!"
Jake instantly burst into a loud, hysterical fit of laughter, clapping his hands together as he realized exactly what the maknae had just witnessed. He began mindlessly patting the back of Ni-ki's head in mock comfort. "I told you not to go down that hallway! You broke the golden rule, Ni-ki-ah!"
"Are you serious? Again?!" Jay groaned, throwing his hands in the air and sliding down the couch. "It’s literally eight in the evening! Can they have some respect for the timeline?!"
"Well," Heeseung sighed quietly, unboxing a fresh set of earplugs from his pocket and sliding them in with practiced ease. "At least we know why they aren't eating popcorn with us."
Inside the bedroom, completely locked in their own intense, obsessed world, Sunghoon and Sunoo had absolutely no idea they had just claimed another casualty. Sunghoon just pulled his pretty, whiny boyfriend in for a deep kiss, entirely focused on making Sunoo moan louder, while the rest of the dorm just prayed for the movie night to end quickly.
About thirty minutes after Ni-ki’s dramatic soul-leaving-body experience on the couch, the heavy wooden door down the hallway finally clicked open.
Sunghoon stepped out into the corridor, looking entirely too relaxed for a man who had just single-handedly traumatized the youngest member of his group. He had lazily tossed on a pair of loose grey sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt. His dark hair was completely disheveled, sticking up in every direction from where Sunoo’s fingers had been aggressively tangling into it just minutes prior. He was entirely flushed, a satisfied, smug aura practically radiating off his broad shoulders.
The living room fell into a dead, suffocating silence the exact second his bare feet padded onto the hardwood floor.
Five pairs of eyes slowly swiveled to stare at him in sheer, unadulterated judgment. Well, four pairs—Ni-ki was still aggressively burying his face into Jake’s thigh, his hands locked over his ears, flat-out refusing to make a single millimetre of eye contact with his older bandmate.
Sunghoon blinked, completely oblivious as he walked over to the kitchen counter to grab a cold bottle of water and a fresh skincare sheet mask from the mini-fridge—deliberately picked out for a currently naked, hopelessly flushed, and incredibly whiny Sunoo who was waiting wrapped in the sheets back on their bed.
Sunghoon turned around, capping the water bottle, and raised a sharp eyebrow at the heavy silence. "What?" he asked, his deep voice completely smooth and casual. "Why is everyone staring at me like I committed a federal crime?"
The entire living room absolutely erupted.
"What?! What?!" Ni-ki yelled, finally ripping his face away from Jake’s lap, his face red from a mix of heat and pure, unblended psychological horror. He pointed a shaking, dramatic finger at Sunghoon. "Hyung, you need to buy a lock! A giant, heavy, industrial lock! I went down there to ask for my iPad charger, and now I need a professional brain-scrubbing! My eyes are burning! Protect my youth!"
"Calm down, Ni-ki-ah," Sunghoon muttered, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter, completely unfazed.
"No, he’s right, Sunghoon-ah!" Jay shouted, slamming his hand down on the sofa cushion, losing his mind. "It’s literally eight-thirty in the evening! The movie isn't even over yet! The walls in this dorm are practically made of paper mache! Every time Sunoo starts hitting those high notes, we have to turn the TV up to maximum volume! Do you know how hard it is to focus on a thriller plot when your bandmates are actively rearranging the bedroom furniture next door?!"
"Seriously," Jungwon chimed in, rubbing his temples like a leader who was severely underpaid. "We shouldn't have to put on full noise-canceling headphones just to eat a bowl of cereal in our own kitchen. Have some mercy on us."
Sunghoon just sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at his chaotic members. A small, hopelessly whipped smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he quickly wiped it away, masking it with a look of pure, unbothered defiance.
"Oh, come on," Sunghoon rumbled smoothly, letting out a soft huff. "Is it literally a crime to love my boyfriend now? We were under the blanket anyway."
"Do you have to love him so damn loudly?!" Jake roared, throwing a popcorn kernel straight at Sunghoon’s chest while laughing hysterically at the sheer, unhinged confidence of his friend. "There are five other people in this dorm, Park Sunghoon! We don't need a live vocal performance of your relationship milestones every single night!"
"Whatever," Sunghoon muttered, easily dodging the popcorn kernel with a quiet, deep chuckle. He shook his head, completely unapologetic as he grabbed the cold water bottle and the pink sheet mask off the counter. "You guys are entirely too dramatic. Go back to your movie."
He turned on his heel, not giving them another second of his time as he strolled right back down the hallway.
"And lock the door this time!!" Ni-ki screamed after him, immediately face-planting back into the couch cushions with a long-suffering groan.
Sunghoon didn't even look back. He pushed his bedroom door open, stepping inside and instantly clicking the heavy lock into place this time. The room was warm, thick with the heavy, sweet scent of their shared warmth.
There on the bed, Sunoo was curled up in the center of the tangled duvet, completely naked beneath the sheets, his pale shoulders exposed and glowing pink in the dim light. His blonde hair was a total disaster, his lips swollen, and his pretty doe eyes looked up through his lashes with an immediate, high-maintenance pout the second Sunghoon entered.
"Hyung... what took you so long?" Sunoo whined needily, his voice a soft, breathless purr as he stretched his slender arms out from beneath the blanket, demanding to be held again. "I’m cold. Come back."
"I had to handle a minor mutiny in the living room," Sunghoon smiled fondly, his dark eyes instantly softening into pure, endless adoration. He set the water and mask on the nightstand, sliding right back under the covers and pulling his gorgeous, flushed boyfriend securely against his broad chest. "But don't worry about them, baby. Let's get back to what we were doing."
Sunoo let out a soft, satisfied giggle, instantly melting into Sunghoon’s embrace, completely content to let the rest of the dorm suffer while he remained perfectly worshipped by his favourite person.