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The bottle’s next choice was Harua, and for his second, K.
K relaxed a little, obviously assuming that Harua would opt for something sweet and chaste, since he’d never shown much interest otherwise, that he’d noticed. His dynamic with K had tended distinctly toward the familial thus far, doting eldest and protected, spoiled baby brother.
Where would it be? Cheek? Forehead? A hug?
He’d just watched Harua with Jo, and Harua with Yuma, so he should have known better, but he didn’t. He opened his arms, laughing, as Harua approached.
And found himself abruptly caged in, Harua’s arms braced against the couch behind him like a sitting wall-slam and Harua’s face inches away.
“Wait wait wait,” he said, reflexively raising his hands to grasp Harua’s forearms. “Wait, what?”
“Turns out I like kissing,” Harua said calmly. “And you made some really great faces when Yuu-kun pinned you down, so. Say no if you want.”
K was gaping at him, airless, blinking rapidly. “What?” he wheezed.
Harua sighed. “Yes or no, K-hyung?”
“Seriously?? I… okay??” K squeezed out with difficulty. “Are you s—”
With a satisfied little smile, Harua leaned down and pressed his mouth to K’s, pleased and unhurried.
K was too astounded to do much about it, it looked like, eyes flying wide and sinking shut and blinking open again in rapid succession, fingers flexing around Harua’s wrist, knees paddling up and down a bit as he drummed his heels on the floor.
Harua didn’t push it too long. He simply did what he’d come to do and let go, smiling beatifically like the little angel he definitively wasn’t. “Nice,” he said.
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