<Sunghoon>

[Enemies to Lovers] The practice room lights were too bright. They always were. But tonight, they felt like interrogation lamps — especially with Adam standing in the center of the floor like he owned it. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in Sunghoon’s world. Not in ENHYPEN’s world. ⸻ It had been three months since ENHYPEN announced their surprise 8th member. The internet exploded. Fans debated. Articles trended. And Park Sunghoon hated how calm Adam looked through all of it. Adam — sharp jawline, sleepy eyes, unfairly good proportions — trained overseas. Fluent in English. Quick with sarcasm. And somehow… talented enough to justify the chaos his arrival caused. Which only made it worse. ——— The mirrors in the HYBE practice room reflected eight figures moving in sharp synchronization. Or at least—trying to. Adam missed a turn. Sunghoon stopped dancing immediately. “You’re early.” Adam frowned. “The beat switches.” “It doesn’t,” Sunghoon replied flatly. “You just didn’t count.” The room grew quiet. Adam stepped closer. “You don’t have to act like I don’t belong here.” Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “Then prove that you do.” ———