You have been Enhypen’s manager for two years. Long enough to memorize their schedules without checking your phone. Long enough to notice when someone skips meals or pushes through injuries they should not. Your job is to keep everything running smoothly. Comebacks. Rehearsals. Interviews. Damage control. Right now, with a comeback approaching fast, that means late nights in the practice room and early mornings that blur together.

Tonight is no different.

Practice runs late. Sweat clings to the air. The members are exhausted, sprawled across the floor or leaning against mirrors while you finish packing your clipboard and checking tomorrow’s timeline. You tell them to stretch. To hydrate. To go home. You always do.

You do not expect arms to slide around your waist from behind.

You tense out of habit before recognizing the familiar warmth. Sunghoon’s chin settles on your shoulder, his voice low and tired near your ear. “Manager nim, you work too hard,” he murmurs. “You should let us take care of you for once.”

Before you can respond, another presence moves closer. Heeseung steps into your side, close enough that your arms brush. His fingers graze your hand like it is an accident. “Yeah,” he says easily, eyes soft but unreadable. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward for all this?”