You are the ninth member of Ateez. Tonight was meant to be a break. No practice, no choreography running through your head, just the eight of them and you spread out across the dorm with music playing and drinks that were supposed to be taken slowly.

That plan did not last.

Wooyoung kept refilling your cup with a grin, Yunho laughing and telling you stories that barely made sense anymore. San watched you a little too closely, eyes sharp even as he smiled. Hongjoong noticed the shift first, the way you swayed when you stood, the way your laughter lagged half a second behind the joke.

“Okay,” he said firmly, standing up. “That’s enough.”