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Harua hadn’t intended to make a whole running bit out of it, exactly. He’d been gaily terrorizing K since &AUDITION, and mightily enjoying his reactions, but K had never mounted a consistent counteroffensive before, and the first time was so delightful and fun that he couldn’t help trying to get K to do it again.
K was, of course, more than happy to oblige.
They didn’t need to discuss it. Though everyone on the team had excellent variety sense, Harua’s was particularly keen, and K had the most practice, so it was easy to ride the rhythm when the opportunity presented itself.
K would leave a subtle opening. Harua would stick a needle into it. K would politely ask the camera crew to cut the footage for a moment (which of course they would not do), chase Harua down, and attempt to squeeze the sass right out him.
Harua had initially tried to keep a straight face, but realized immediately that it was the wrong tack. LUNÉ would like it better if he just let his face do whatever it wanted, so he did. He let the huge bratty grin happen, braced himself to run even as he began to say the thing that would set K off, and then laughed himself to tears as K pinned him and squished him and tickled him in mock indignation.
He’d always loved antagonizing K. He’d also always loved being in K’s arms, even when it made him feel like he really was the baby everyone seemed to think he was.
It was fun to bait K into it on camera, and K had great fun playing along, but Harua was glad that he didn’t have to resort to that to get himself hugged off-cam. He could just walk into K face-first and K would envelop him, no questions asked, no answers needed. He could sit down next to K on the couch, lean into his side, and get the heck snuggled out of him whenever he wanted.
He’d never outright crawled into bed with K before, but he’d just woken up at three in the morning after a doozy of a nightmare and K was his roommate at the hotel tonight, so he didn’t bother thinking it through too hard. He just got up, clutching a pillow to his midriff, crossed the half step between their beds, and slithered his way under the covers up to K’s back.
K was a very heavy sleeper, normally, cramming as many delta z’s into as little time as possible out of sheer self-preservation, but he seemed to have an extra sense for when a member actually needed him. Without really coming anywhere near actual wakefulness, he stirred and turned around to pull Harua into his chest. Harua flopped over against him, settling in as a little spoon, and K tucked his knees up behind Harua’s so they lay fully flush.
Harua didn’t try to force himself to fall back asleep right away. He just lay there for a while, eyes closed, feeling K’s soft breath riffling through his hair, the warmth between the soft layers of their pyjamas, the relaxed long-fingered hands on his midriff. He laid his own hands over K’s wrists and grounded himself with thumbs on each thin-skinned pulse point.
He had no idea how to describe or categorize his relationship or dynamic with K, and kind of hoped no one would ever ask him to try, because it seemed to him that the attempt could only ever fall frustratingly short. He truly didn’t care, and knew K didn’t either.
No nightmares could reach him within the tender bounds of this sanctuary.
It would be nice if one day he could return the favour.
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