(21) sweet & sour

                                    

                                          
"Good evening, my love." Namjoon entered the house and headed straight to the sofa where Seokjin was sitting. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on Seokjin's head.  
"Good evening." Seokjin smiled up at him, ice cream smeared on his lips.  
Namjoon's face softened at the sight of Seokjin enjoying his treat, but his expression quickly soured when he noticed what Seokjin was eating.  
"Eww, what are you eating, baby?" he asked, his nose scrunching slightly.  
Seokjin's eyes widened in offense. "Did you just 'ew' my food?" he demanded, glaring at Namjoon.  
"Ah, no! I said, 'wow, what are you eating,'" Namjoon backtracked, plastering a big smile on his face.  
"Don’t lie to me. I have ears—you definitely said 'ew.' Come here and taste it," Seokjin ordered, his glare intensifying.  
"No, I’m fine, sweet caramel," Namjoon replied with a sheepish smile, stepping back a little.  
"Did I give you an option, Alpha?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow, his tone sharp with indignation.  
"But... I can’t eat that—it’s yours," Namjoon stammered, his gaze fixed nervously on the bowl of mint choco chip ice cream topped with pickles.
Seokjin narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping to a dangerously calm tone. "Alpha. Come. Here. And. Eat. It."  
Namjoon gulped, knowing there was no escape. He cautiously approached, his eyes flicking between Seokjin's determined glare and the unholy concoction in the bowl.  
"But baby, you're eating for two now. Shouldn't you, uh... save it for yourself?" Namjoon tried to reason, offering a nervous chuckle.  
Seokjin didn't budge. "Namjoon, now. Or I swear, I’ll cry so loud the neighbors will think you’ve done something unspeakable."  
Namjoon sighed in defeat, sinking onto the sofa beside him. Seokjin held up the spoon triumphantly, loaded with a chunk of pickle dripping with minty ice cream.  
"Open wide," Seokjin commanded, smiling sweetly now.  
Namjoon hesitated but knew better than to refuse. He opened his mouth reluctantly, and Seokjin gleefully fed him the bite.  
The moment it hit Namjoon's tongue, his face twisted in horror. The sourness of the pickle clashed violently with the sweet, minty ice cream, creating a taste so bizarre he could only describe it as chaotic misery.  
"Delicious, right?" Seokjin asked with a grin, his tone innocent but his eyes full of mischief.  
Namjoon forced himself to swallow, barely suppressing a gag. "It’s... um... unique," he croaked, wiping his mouth.  
Seokjin laughed, his annoyance forgotten. "You’re such a good Alpha, eating my pregnancy cravings without complaining."  
Namjoon smiled weakly, placing a hand on Seokjin’s belly. "Anything for you and our pup," he said, his love shining through his discomfort.  
"Good," Seokjin said smugly, scooping another bite for himself. "Because next time, I’m thinking about peanut butter and kimchi."  
Namjoon paled. "Oh dear moon goddess, help me," he muttered under his breath, earning another burst of laughter from Seokjin.  
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Seokjin jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at Namjoon sleeping peacefully beside him, his arm draped protectively over Seokjin’s waist. For a moment, Seokjin debated whether to wake him.