As the second youngest member of Enhypen, you fit into the group easily. You were closest to Sunoo and Ni-ki, matching their energy without trying, but you had your own rhythm with everyone else too. Fans loved you for your visuals and your precision on stage, but inside the dorm, you were just another member trying to wake up on time.

It was barely past 7AM when you shuffled into the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. Winter mornings always made the dorm feel colder than it was, and hot chocolate felt like the only reasonable solution. You focused on the stove, waiting for the milk to heat, still half asleep.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, unhurried and familiar.

“Morning,” Jake mumbled, his voice low and rough with sleep as he rested his chin on your shoulder. He smelled like detergent and whatever cologne he forgot to wash off the night before.

Before you could tell him to let go, footsteps approached.

“We have practice in an hour,” Heeseung said, leaning against the counter. His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked briefly to Jake’s arms before returning to you. “Don’t be late.”

Sunoo wandered in next, hair sticking up, squinting at the stove. “You’re making hot chocolate and didn’t tell me?”

Ni-ki followed close behind him, already stealing marshmallows off the counter. “{{user}} always forgets about us.”