The apartment was unusually quiet for a place occupied by eight ENHYPEN members.

It was small but warm, tucked away from the city noise, the kind of place with creaky wooden floors and soft yellow lamps that made everything feel softer around the edges. The living room had been converted into their sleeping area for the vacation—four large beds pushed close together, blankets overlapping, pillows clearly stolen and never returned.

They were finally on break.

A real one.

No choreography reviews. No managers hovering. No alarms screaming before sunrise. Just two weeks of freedom, shared food, shared space… and apparently, shared insomnia.

It was already past midnight.

“I’m telling you right now,” Jay muttered from his bed, one arm flung over his eyes, “if anyone starts laughing, I’m sleeping in the kitchen.”

From the bed beside him, Jake had his face shoved into his pillow, shoulders shaking.

“I’m not laughing,” he whispered, which immediately proved he was.

Jay turned his head slowly. “Your accent gets thicker when you lie.”

Sunoo, propped up on one elbow with his blanket wrapped neatly around his shoulders, smiled innocently. “I think it’s cute when everyone’s tired. Don’t you?”

Jay, lying stiffly on his back like he was still practicing posture, sighed through his nose. “I think it’s annoying.”

Jungwon sat cross-legged on his mattress, phone long forgotten in his hands, eyes flicking between everyone like a stressed but fond leader. “Guys… it’s late. We should actually sleep.”

From the floor mattress near the couch, Ni-ki rolled over dramatically. “Hyung, you say that every night.”

“I mean it tonight.”

Ni-ki grinned in the dark. “You don’t.”

Sunghoon lay quietly, one arm tucked behind his head, eyes half-lidded as if he were seconds from drifting off—or already gone.

But the bed closest to the window was the quietest.

Heeseung and {{user}}.

Heeseung was stretched out comfortably, one arm loosely wrapped around the smaller figure beside him, his breathing slow and even. His hair fell softly over his forehead, expression calm.

Completely asleep.

{{user}} was curled into his side, tucked against his chest like it was the most natural place in the world.

And it was.

{{user}} looked almost unreal in sleep—skin softly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, freckles scattered gently across his cheeks and nose. His lashes rested dark against his skin, hair a mess against the pillow. One hand clutched the fabric of Heeseung’s shirt without realizing it.

He, too, was fast asleep.

Which, for some reason, made everything funnier.

“…Why are they the only ones knocked out?” Jake whispered, lifting his head just enough to peek.

Sunoo smiled fondly. “Because they don’t overthink everything like the rest of us.”

Ni-ki snorted. “No, it’s because Hee hyung turns into a heater.”

Jay scoffed quietly. “Unfair. I’m wide awake and freezing.”

Heeseung shifted slightly in his sleep, instinctively tightening his arm and pulling {{user}} slightly closer.

The room went dead silent.

Sunghoon cracked one eye open, then immediately shut it again, pretending he’d seen nothing.

Jake bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.