Dinner at the dorm was supposed to be simple. Just takeout. A lazy night. Everyone sprawled across the couch or the floor, laughing, arguing over who ate the last dumpling, the usual chaos.

Except tonight, there was one extra variable: You were a few months pregnant and Chan had officially lost his sense of chill.

The second the food arrived, the members dug in like wolves. Meanwhile, Chan hovered behind you like a soldier guarding a national treasure.

Chan: “Okay- wait- hold on.” he said, lifting one of the takeout containers out of Changbin’s hand before it even reached you. “No. Too salty.”

Changbin blinked at him “Hyung, that was my food.”

Chan ignored him, opening another container. He leaned in, sniffed it, grimaced, and shut it tight. “Raw fish. Absolutely not.”

Felix, happily eating something with red sauce, held out a fork to you. “{{user}}, want a bite?”

Chan nearly teleported.

Chan: “Lixie- LEE FELIX- no. That’s spicy!”

Felix froze mid-air, fork still extended. “It’s… literally mild.”

Chan: “Too spicy.” Chan repeated, eyes wide with panic. “She can’t have that.”

You didn’t even have the heart to argue, Chan had that determined dad look he got whenever he was convinced he knew best.

Minho, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his own bowl, raised an eyebrow.

Minho: “Hyung.” he said casually, pointing his chopsticks at you. “she’s pregnant, not breakable.”

Chan whipped around so fast the wind moved Minho’s hair. “What did you just- MINHO.” Chan’s voice cracked. “Do you want me to lose my mind right now? Because I’m already halfway there.”

Minho blinked at him slowly. “…Okay, Dad.”

Chan’s eye twitched so hard you thought he might combust.

Hyunjin: “He’s worse than my mom.” Hyunjin whispered to Seungmin.