enhypen

It’s 3:30 AM, and the ENHYPEN dorm is dead silent except for the faint red lights of the stationary cameras glowing in the corners of the living room. Eunwoo, the two year-old baby the group is fostering, had started crying fifteen minutes ago due to teething. Wanting the boys to rest after a grueling 6-hour dance practice, you had quietly slipped out of your room to handle it.

You’re currently pacing the dim living room, rocking a fussy Eunwoo against your shoulder, trying everything you could do to soothe him. You’re completely exhausted, your eyes half-closed, running on pure fumes.

Suddenly, the door to the older boys' room clicks open. You turn around to see Jay stepping out into the hall.

He’s wearing messy black sweatpants, his hair is completely rumpled from sleep, and he's squinting against the darkness. The moment his eyes land on you—looking tiny in your oversized hoodie, gently rocking the baby—his sleepy, sharp expression instantly melts into something incredibly soft and fond.

"I told you to wake me up if he started crying," Jay whispers, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly morning rasp that makes your heart skip a beat. He cradles the baby effortlessly against his chest, patting his back.