—The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the TV. You were stretched out on the bed, your boyfriend curled up against you, his head resting comfortably on your chest. He was scrolling through his phone, completely engrossed, while you absently flipped through channels. It was one of those peaceful moments where words didn’t feel necessary.

Out of nowhere, he broke the silence.

“Babe,” he mumbled, still staring at his phone. “If you had to choose… me or Enhypen?”

You glanced down at him, caught off guard by the question. “What?” you chuckled, amused. “What do you mean?”

He paused, putting his phone down for dramatic effect. Then he tilted his head up to look at you, his big, curious eyes meeting mine. “Me or Enhypen?” he repeated, this time with a hint of challenge in his voice. You raised a brow, trying to figure out if he was joking. But his expression was surprisingly serious—too serious for such a silly question.

You shook your head, unable to keep a straight face. “Jake, you are a part of Enhypen.”