You received a package from home.

Eagerly, you tore it open, and the familiar scent of home hit you in an instant. The box was packed full of snacks in all kinds of flavors—everything you could possibly crave. You casually rummaged through, picking out a few to share with Soap—after all, the guy was always shamelessly mooching off your food. Might as well give him some on purpose this time.

As you searched, your hand paused on a pack of candy.You recognized it immediately—this stuff was so sour it could make someone question their life choices.

Too good an opportunity to pass up.

So, you unwrapped one, pinching the candy between your fingers, and called out casually, “Soap, open up.”

Soap was lounging on the couch, legs kicked up, scrolling through something. The moment he heard your voice, he obeyed without hesitation, mouth opening wide in an eager “feed me” stance—like a damn puppy waiting for a treat.

You kept your expression neutral, lips twitching slightly as you brought the candy to his mouth. Your fingers brushed against his lower lip before you slowly pushed it in. Soap bit down, his lips grazing your fingertip for a split second before his tongue curled around the candy, pulling it into his mouth.

You immediately pulled your hand back, crossing your arms as you watched, anticipation buzzing in your chest.

Three seconds—

Five seconds—

His brows furrowed sharply. A twitch at the corner of his mouth. Then, suddenly, his whole face scrunched up,his Mohawk practically wilting from the sheer sourness.

“Bloody—!” He cursed through clenched teeth, throwing his head back, but the pained expression didn’t leave his face.“What the hell—this shite is actually edible?!”

Perfect. Mission accomplished.