“Okay, guys, the rule is to see who can eat as much, or finish first of whatever dish it is they’re assigned to. Daehyun, you need to eat this oyster clam soup and finish the entire bowl of rice and meat. You,” Himchan pointed at you. “You need to finish all this kimbap and then eat the kimchi ramen. Are you both ready?”

            You looked up at Daehyun and saw that his mouth was pressed together. There was a queasy look on his face and you smirked a little. “You scared, Daehyun?”

            He looked defiantly at you. “Of course not. Why would I be scared? Honey, I eat more than you on a daily basis. And now that I’m given the opportunity to show off my prowess, do you think I would back out?”

            You narrowed your eyes at him and watched as he moved closer to his dishes. “Now, before you two begin, let me go over some of the rules. Remember, this is birthday girl’s special day, so Daehyun, you be nice on your girlfriend. Maybe you can win by only a little, and not the landslide we’re all predicting.” Himchan winked at you when you aimed a kick at him.

            “Hey, give me some credit. I’m in this to win it too.”

            Himchan nodded indulgently at you. “Yeah, but let’s face it. You or your boyfriend, I’d place my bets on this fattie over here.”

            You glowered at Daehyun and he placed his two hands by his chin, in a beautiful V. “You know you love me, birthday girl.”

            You shook your body in frustration. “I’m finally leaving behind my teenage years and this is how you invite me into adulthood?”

            Daehyun laughed and nodded, his body jumping up and down. “Can you hurry up so we can get a move on?”

            “Okay, if in any instance, you feel like you’re going to be sick, please put the vomit away in the toilet bowl and not on our pristine floor.”

            You wrinkled your nose. “Gross, Himchan, please.”

            The older male smiled at you. “That is all. Ready, set-”

            You looked at Daehyun’s bowl and your eyebrows rose in shock. “Wait!” Both guys looked at you and you gestured at the oyster soup in a hurrying motion. “Daehyun, you know you can’t eat the soup. You’re allergic!”

            You knew he knew when you saw him about to speak but stop. A thought ran across his head and he rolled his eyes. “Nonsense. There is no such thing as a food allergy with me.”

            “But you told me before that you couldn’t eat oyster! Dae!”

            Your infuriating boyfriend shrugged. “Trust me, the great Jung Daehyun isn’t going to die. Hyung, can you start the contest?” Himchan stared at him for a second and he hit the table in slight frustration. “I told you, I’m okay. I’m not allergic. I was fooling around because I didn’t feel like eating. Are you going to start the contest or not? If you’re not, I’m just going to start by myself.”

            “Go,” Himchan finished lamely and Daehyun immediately attacked the soup. You watched in horror as he took a large slurp and smack his lips.

            He nodded in appreciation. “Yum, this is the good stuff.” He continued to eat and you grudgingly started on your food too. But the competitiveness was lost. You were too worried about him.

            Daehyun sat across from you, slurping up the soup and chewing happily and you ate the kimbap, shoving them into your mouth and debating whether you wanted to hit him later. He swallowed and pointed at your plate. “If you don’t eat, you’ll never win!”

            He was onto the rice now and you watched him shove it down his throat and that made you want to eat faster. You grabbed the kimchi ramen and tossed it back, wincing at the spice but wanting to put in some effort nevertheless. If he wouldn’t care about his own health, why should you?

            You ate with a vengeance and knew you would regret it tomorrow. What had made you think that having an eating contest with Jung Daehyun, B.A.P’s resident garbage can of all people, was a good idea? You wiped at the soup that was dribbling down your chin and had to stop to digest it all. Your mouth was on fire.

            Daehyun finished the last of the rice and smiled brightly at you, his mouth still filled with rice. “Imall fimish. That was delishmous food.” He mumbled around the food and you cringed.

            “Gross.” You muttered and he held up his arms in victory.

            Himchan picked up his arm and pulled him into a standing position. “And the winner goes to, Daehyun!”

            You placed your chopsticks down and walked out the door. Even on your birthday, he was still so infuriating. You heard footsteps and Daehyun was next to you. “Hey, you alright?”

            “No,” you told him shortly. “Are you or are you not allergic?”

            He rubbed his neck sheepishly and smiled at you. “Actually, yeah I am. I’m just waiting for the rash.”

            You glared at him. “If you die or if you break out into hives, you’re not to come to me. I don’t care.”

            He grabbed your waist and spun you around. “Happy birthday. I’ll be fine. Just feed me cake. Cake makes the itchiness go away.” And because he was Daehyun and you were you, you laughed and gave in as he kissed you.

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