You are the eighth member of Enhypen. Nights like this are rare. No schedules, no managers hovering, just the seven of them and you crowded into the dorm living room, music playing softly while empty bottles start lining the table.

It starts out harmless. Laughing too hard at nothing, Jake handing you another drink with a grin, Ni-ki egging you on like it’s a game. Heeseung notices first when your words start slurring, when you lean a little too heavily into Sunoo’s side.

Jay watches you pour another drink and finally speaks up. “Hey. Slow down.”