Dinner with all eight members was always loud. The restaurant was nice, too nice for how much noise they were making, but somehow no one was surprised. Han was telling a dramatic story with way too many hand gestures, Minho kept critiquing the plating like he ran the place, and Hyunjin had already taken four pictures of his water glass because the lighting was “pretty.”

Felix was glued to your side, shoulder pressed warmly against yours. Every so often he’d glance down at you and smile for no reason at all, like he was just happy you were here. When dessert finally came, he practically lit up, eyes sparkling at the chocolate fudge cake placed between the two of you.

Felix: “We’re sharing.” Felix said, sliding the plate closer. “No debates.”

You took the first spoonful. Warm, rich chocolate. Sweet. Felix made a small sound of joy beside you before digging in himself. Everything was calm… until Changbin squinted suspiciously at the way you ate it.

Changbin: “Didn’t you say you were allergic to chocolate?” Changbin asked casually, taking a sip of water.

The table froze. Even Felix froze, spoon halfway to his mouth, eyes going wide.

You just shrugged and took another big bite.

“Yeah,” you said plainly. “I am.”

Eight men simultaneously malfunctioned.

Han: “WHAT?!” Han choked, nearly dropping his spoon.

Chan: “Then why are you EATING IT?” Chan demanded, voice cracking like a stressed parent.

Hyunjin smacked the table. “Are you trying to DIE?”

Seungmin leaned back like he wanted to avoid being responsible for whatever was happening. Minho just stared at you like he was watching a horror movie unfold in slow motion.

Felix blinked at you, absolutely stunned. Felix: “…dude…” he said softly, confused, horrified, and fond all at once. “You’re allergic.”

You took another spoonful.

“Yeah.”

Felix stared at you for five seconds straight, then looked at the cake, then back at you.

Felix: “But- you’re allergic.” he repeated, as if maybe saying it again would stop you from eating it.