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It’s two in the morning when Jungkook finds himself awake and his stomach grumbling. He turns to Taehyung, who had been plastered across his front like a starfish until Jungkook kicked him off the bed and is now doing his impression of an amorous octopus with his arms wrapped around Jungkook and hands on his belly. Jungkook is used to being Taehyung’s teddy bear while they sleep, but something about impending fatherhood turns Taehyung into a barnacle. A cute barnacle. Taehyung is drooling on his shirt, hair rebelling against gravity, and he’s the most attractive person Jungkook has ever seen in his life.
Instead of marveling at the masterpiece that is his snoring husband, Jungkook pokes him until he wakes up. It takes half a poke.
“WHAT? What is it? Is it time!? Hold on, we need to get to the hosp--”
“Holy shit, Tae, calm down, there’re still three months.”
“Oh. What’s up?”
“I’m hungry,” Jungkook says, and he pouts even though he doesn’t need to. He just wants to see how fast Taehyung can go from asleep to whipped.
“Okay, I can get you anything! What do you want?”
“Kimchi jjigae...”
“Great, we actually still have some left over from Seokjin hyung’s visit--”
“...and ice cream.”
“Say no more. I’ll be right back, you two.”
Taehyung blows a raspberry on Jungkook’s tummy before running from the room as Jungkook throws pillows at him. A few minutes later, Taehyung is back with a bowl of steaming jjigae and what’s left of the pint of vanilla ice cream from the last time Jungkook wanted a peanut butter and jelly milkshake at ass o’clock in the morning.
“Here you go, my love! Which one do you want first?”
“Both.”
Jungkook scoops the ice cream into the stew and mixes them together while Taehyung watches, amused.
“That’s an interesting combination.”
“It’s what I want.” Jungkook says, shoving a heaping spoonful into his mouth.
His eyes water.
“Aww, did that hit the spot?”
Jungkook spits his bite out into the empty ice cream container.
“It’s disgusting! How could you let me eat that!?” He cries, pushing the bowl into Taehyung’s hands and proceeding to weep into his pillow. Taehyung sits there, rather perplexed by Jungkook’s neck-snapping change of heart. He looks at the offending concoction curiously.
“Can I try some?”
“What? No, don’t--” Jungkook starts to say, but Taehyung helps himself before he can finish.
Jungkook waits for Taehyung’s features to contort in disgust, but instead he smiles.
“It’s delicious!”
“No, it isn’t!”
“It is, though! The ice cream takes the edge off the spice, and the sweet with the sour kimchi is yummy! Are you sure you don’t want any?”
Jungkook gapes at him. “No, I’m good. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Taehyung shrugs and wolfs down the rest, ignoring the scandalized look on Jungkook’s face. When they snuggle back in, Taehyung tries to kiss Jungkook, but the other pushes his lips away.
“Don’t you dare kiss me until you’ve brushed your teeth.”