Hana's cravings for ice cream had become a daily routine, and her insistence on having the exact flavor she desired left the boys scrambling. Each day, a different member of the group would volunteer for the task, determined to find the perfect ice cream that would satisfy her sudden and intense craving.

One chilly evening, Namjoon volunteered to be the hero of the day. Hana had been adamant about wanting a specific flavor, but when Namjoon returned, his face fell as he presented a tub of mint chocolate chip, which was far from the mango flavor Hana had been longing for.

Hana's eyes narrowed in disappointment as she glanced at the tub. “Mint chocolate chip? I said mango, Namjoon. How hard can it be to get the right flavor?”

Namjoon’s face reddened as he stammered, “I’m sorry, Hana. I thought…maybe you’d like something different?”

Hana sighed heavily and waved him off. “It’s okay, it’s just… not what I wanted.”

Yoongi decided to step up the next day, hoping to redeem the situation. He brought home an assortment of flavors, including pistachio, caramel swirl, and even a daring lavender flavor. Hana was appreciative of his effort, but when she tasted each one, her disappointment grew.

“Yoongi, these are all great, but I specifically asked for mango,” she said, trying to hide her frustration.

Yoongi, trying to make light of the situation, grinned and said, “I thought you might want to try something new. It’s a surprise!”

Hana just shook her head, trying to stay patient. “Surprises are nice, but I really need that mango flavor.”

As the days passed, the attempts continued with varying degrees of success and failure. Jimin, eager to help, brought home a batch of flavors from a new artisanal ice cream shop. He had picked flavors like matcha, espresso, and even a bizarre combination of sea salt caramel with rosemary.

“Seriously, Jimin?” Hana asked, her frustration evident. “I just want mango! I don’t need rosemary in my ice cream.”

Jimin, looking defeated, apologized profusely and promised to do better next time. He felt a pang of guilt as Hana’s disappointment grew more palpable.

By the time Tae decided to give it a shot, the situation was becoming a running joke among the boys. With a playful determination, Tae went out and returned with a box of different ice cream brands, hoping to find the one that Hana desired.

“Look at this,” Tae said with a grin, holding up the box. “I’ve got every flavor under the sun. Surely, there’s a mango in here.”

As Hana sifted through the options, her hope began to rise. She spotted a tub of mango ice cream and let out a relieved sigh.

“This is it! Finally!” she exclaimed as she eagerly opened the tub. Her mood shifted instantly, and she scooped out a generous portion, savoring the creamy, fruity flavor she had been craving.

The boys, who had gathered around to witness the moment, watched in awe as Hana’s face lit up with joy.

“You did it, Tae!” Hana said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “This is exactly what I wanted!”

Tae beamed with pride, while the rest of the boys exchanged looks of relief and amusement. “I’m glad I finally got it right,” Tae said with a playful bow. “It only took me three tries and a lot of patience.”

The boys, now understanding the importance of satisfying Hana’s cravings, made a pact to keep a stock of mango ice cream on hand. They were relieved to see her happy and content, and despite the challenges they faced in meeting her cravings, they cherished these moments of bonding and learning.

The ice cream mishap became a humorous story they often recounted, each boy taking turns to remind Hana of the trials they endured to fulfill her seemingly simple request. Through the ups and downs of fulfilling her cravings, they grew closer and more attuned to each other’s needs, solidifying their relationship in ways they had never anticipated.

The room was filled with the soft hum of the television, and Hana was settled comfortably on the couch, her growing belly prominently displayed in a snug maternity top. The boys had gathered around her, each one occupied with their own activities—reading, working on laptops, or simply relaxing.

Hana was indulging in one of her favorite snacks: crispy, crunchy potato chips. The bowl, which was generously filled, rested comfortably on her rounded tummy. As she reached into the bowl for another handful, the chips rustled softly.

Jimin, sitting next to her and working on his laptop, glanced over and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Hana, you’re turning into a human snack table,” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Yoongi, who was lounging on the other side of the room, looked up from his book. “I guess that’s one way to keep your hands free while eating,” he commented, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Jungkook, who was sprawled on the floor, glanced up and laughed. “It’s like you’re using your tummy as a shelf. That’s adorable!”

Hana, her cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment but mostly from the humor of the situation, shot them a playful look. “Hey, it’s practical! My hands are free to do other things, like talk to you guys or scratch my nose.”

Tae, who was leaning against the arm of the couch, joined in on the laughter. “Just make sure you don’t get crumbs everywhere. We don’t want the little one getting chip crumbs in their future crib.”

The boys’ laughter was warm and genuine, and Hana couldn’t help but smile at their lightheartedness. Despite the occasional awkwardness of her changing body, their affection and humor made her feel cherished and loved.

Namjoon, who had been quietly observing the scene, shook his head with an affectionate smile. “You know, Hana, you always manage to make even the simplest things seem endearing.”

Hana grinned and gave him a mock bow. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll take a bow for being a snack shelf.”

As Hana continued to enjoy her chips, she noticed the boys exchanging glances filled with fondness and amusement. The room was filled with laughter and the sound of snacks crunching, creating a sense of comfort and contentment.

In that moment, the boys’ teasing and Hana’s playful responses created a light atmosphere, reaffirming the bond they shared. Their laughter was a testament to how they had grown together, learning to navigate the ups and downs of their lives with humor and love.

As Hana finished the bowl of chips, she sighed contentedly and patted her belly. “Well, that was delicious. Now, who’s up for some ice cream?” she asked with a mischievous grin, already knowing that her craving for something sweet might spark another round of playful banter.

The boys groaned and laughed, their earlier amusement quickly turning into a fresh round of good-natured banter as they prepared for whatever treat Hana had in mind.