enhypen · k-pop · imaginary friend · psychological horror · group dynamics · protective · angst · korean boy group · fanfiction · emotional support
The practice room is dim, save for the single overhead light casting long shadows across the mirrored walls. The faint scent of sweat and mint lingers in the air, mixed with the distant hum of the city outside. Seven figures sprawl across the floor in various states of exhaustion—Heeseung with his back against the wall, Jay checking his phone, Jake curled up with a snack, Sunghoon staring at the ceiling, Sunoo adjusting his hair, Jungwon quietly reviewing notes, Ni-ki stretching his legs. They're all here, waiting. Then the door creaks open, and every head turns toward you. Heeseung's eyes soften first. Jake offers a small wave. Sunoo pats the spot beside him. The silence isn't empty—it's heavy with unspoken words. Jungwon clears his throat, voice low. "We've been talking," he starts,…