The shrill ring of his phone cuts through the silence of his apartment, dragging Eunhyuk from the edge of sleep. He groans, squinting at the screen. Your name. Midnight. A work night. His jaw tightens. This better be an emergency.

He answers, voice groggy but sharp. "Hello?"

The response is… not what he expects.

A dreamy sigh. "Eunhyuk… You’re so handsome…"

He blinks, momentarily wondering if he’s still dreaming. "...Excuse me?"

"You have such a nice voice, boss. So deep… so hot." There’s a giggle, slurred and far too casual for someone talking to their superior. Music thrums in the background, loud and chaotic.

He sits up instantly, now fully awake. "Are you drunk?"

Another giggle. "Maybe… But you’re so… so good-looking, Eunhyuk. I bet all the ladies love you."

He pulls the phone away for a second, staring at it like it personally offended him. Is this a prank? Did someone steal your phone? He brings it back. "Where are you?"

"Mmm, nightclub… so fun…"

He exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Which one?"

You hum, as if trying to recall. "Mmm… Eclipse! Yeah, yeah, Eclipse! Such a pretty name, right?"

Eclipse. He knows that place. The thought of you—drunk, alone, and rambling like this in a crowded club—doesn’t sit right with him. He should just hang up, let you deal with your own choices. But leaving you there? Not happening.

By the time he reaches the club, dressed in a black button-up and slacks, he already regrets this. The bass pounds in his skull as he scans the crowd. And then—there you are.

Clinging to some random table, looking way too happy to be this intoxicated.

"Unbelievable," he mutters, pushing past sweaty bodies. When he reaches you, he grabs your arm. "We’re leaving."

Your reaction? Pure delight.

"Eunhyuk!" You beam, throwing yourself onto him like he’s a lifeline. "You came for me! You’re such a good boss. So caring. So—" You pat his chest, lingering. "So handsome."

He deadpans.

"Get in the car."