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It's been a long, long day. K can't wait to go back to the hotel and have a nice bath, then lie down and watch a movie with Taki. Maybe order some room service and spoil him. He wasn't supposed to be done with filming so early (it's only 10pm), but it was postponed because of the heavy rainfall. K can just picture Taki's happy screams when he sees him back so early. He'll probably run to him and cling to him and tell him he missed him.
K really hopes he's not gone to any of the other rooms. They rarely get to spend time alone together these days, and now that they're finally roommates, K is looking forward to spending some quality time with his favorite member. Not that he likes admitting that – he loves everyone and cherishes the time he spends with each of them, but Taki is just special. He's permanent. And he's sweet enough that he wouldn't let this get to his head, but K is still hesitant to be too open about it. Taki knows. Everyone knows, don't they?
K enters their room as quietly as possible, sets his umbrella down and takes off his shoes and coat. The main living area with their King-sized bed is just around the corner. K hears a gasp and instinctively wants to go to Taki, make sure he's ok, but he's probably just watching some drama with headphones on, even though K keeps telling him it's bad for him. K makes a production of tiptoeing to the edge of the hallway, and thinks about whether he should be quiet for a bit or jump out and scare Taki when he sees it.
Sees them.
It takes a while for him to understand what is happening, and even then, it doesn't make any sense.
Taki.
His baby.
His baby, Taki.
And Fuma.
What the fuck???
K stumbles back, so they don't see him, but still peeks around the corner. He can't take his eyes off of Taki.
Taki is – naked. He's naked and beautiful and that is not even the worst of it, even though it's already bad enough.
He's naked and beautiful and on his knees and Fuma is. Fuma is fucking him from behind.
And Taki is enjoying it.
Taki is panting and moaning and holding on to the sheets for dear life, and Fuma is pounding into him and he just won't stop.
K feels his throat go dry. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to see this. He can't stop watching. Why can't he stop watching? Why is this happening to him?
Fuma grabs Taki's hair, the long strands at the nape of his neck, and Taki lets out a breathy moan. Fuma lowers his head and murmurs something into Taki's ear. He's slowed his thrusts, and Taki is desperately trying to fuck himself on his cock. “Yes, yes,” he says, and Fuma kisses his neck. He grabs his waist and pulls back, starts thrusting harder, faster, and Taki keeps making sweet little noises, and K can't take it any more.
“Taki.”
He steps into the room fully, facing the bed.
Fuma and Taki freeze, and K stares at them, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Wanting to reach out and touch.
“K-kun.” Taki is struck dumb, looking at K with the biggest shock of his life.
K doesn't know why he revealed himself, and he doesn't know what to do now. He should have never come back so early. He should have called first. He should have shouted the moment he came through the door. He should have left quietly, let Fuma fuck his baby in peace........
This is a nightmare. It's a dream.
Nobody should be touching his baby like this.
He should be the only one to touch him like this.
But Fuma knows how to make him shudder and moan and who is K to put a stop to that? Isn't Taki allowed to feel good?
But why is it someone else? Why not him? Why didn't Taki ask? How long has this been going on?
“Please, I-” Taki starts, but then says nothing. He clutches at the sheets with all his strength, and K is close enough to see the goosebumps on his skin. Is he cold? He should cover him up. He should wrap him up and get him away from here.
He should stay and watch Fuma finish what he started.
Taki is trembling and Fuma's cock is still inside him. K can see both of them straining to stay still, though it's clearly difficult for them.
Fuma looks at Taki, then at K, then back again, and says nothing.
K takes a step forward, then two, but doesn't know why. It's like someone else has taken control of his body, and K is watching everything happen from afar.
Fuma nods to him, and lowers his head to whisper in Taki's ear again. Taki's tiny movements are not lost on K. He's desperately moving backwards, trying to get Fuma to fuck him properly again. K wishes he could say all his blood has rushed to his head, but that would be a lie.
Fuma speaks to Taki for what feels like an age, but is probably only a few seconds, and before he pulls back he places a kiss on his neck. Then he beckons to K and K moves, hypnotised, closer and closer to the bed.
Closer and closer to where his baby is being fucked by someone who isn't him, closer and closer to something there's no turning back from.
He stands in front of Taki and Taki looks up at him. He looks nervous and embarrassed but hopeful too. Still turned on. There's a lump in K's throat and Taki says nothing.
K makes eye contact with Fuma, and Fuma starts moving again. Taki gasps and closes his eyes, too shy to look at K now that this is real, now that Fuma is fucking him for K's benefit, for K to watch and enjoy and maybe...
“Taki,” K says, his voice trembling.
Taki exhales, his breathing short and frantic, and opens his eyes to look at his hyung.
Fuma picks up the pace and Taki moans again, the sound going straight to K's dick.
“K-kun,” Taki says dumbly.
K reaches out, hesitantly at first, more confidently when he sees Taki is not pulling back, and cups Taki's cheek. Taki nuzzles his palm and looks up at him, his eyes half-focused and his mouth open. His lips are cherry-red and bitten. His body is shaking with Fuma's thrusts. He's never looked more beautiful.
K doesn't know what to say, but he knows he must say something. He must tell Taki how beautiful he is, how special, how good. “You're doing so well, baby,” he settles on, stroking his cheek, and Taki comes, screaming and moaning and never taking his eyes off of him.
K is frozen in place but Fuma keeps pounding into Taki, holding his waist tightly and kissing his neck and his back as he slows his pace.
Taki's moans are quieter now, and Fuma gets his own legs on the bed, pulling Taki backwards with him. K follows, as if pulled by magnets, getting on the bed and staring at the sight in front of him, taking in for the first time Taki's glistening pussy swallowing Fuma's cock. It's shaved, except for a little patch at the top, and it's red and perfect and K wants to bury his cock in it and keep it there forever. Taki is fully on Fuma's lap now, and could ride him, but he seems too out of it to move. Fuma's arms are wrapped around his waist possessively, and he starts moving again, slower and gentler than before.
“You can come closer,” Fuma says.
“Yeah?” K looks at Taki.
Taki nods, and holds his arm out as Fuma is rocking him up and down his cock.
K holds on to his hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else, but Taki pulls him closer, and then their faces are close enough for their breaths to mingle.
“Hyung,” Taki says.
K closes his eyes and breathes him in. Taki hasn't stopped making those tiny, delicious sounds that reveal how good Fuma is making him feel, how he wants to stay full of his cock even though he just came, and K is at the end of his sanity.
“K-hyung,” Taki whines.
“You're doing so well,” baby, he says again, sounding like a broken record. “Hyung is so proud of you.”
Taki brings his arms around his neck and pulls him closer still, a litany of “K-hyung, K-hyung, K-hyung” falling from his mouth.
Fuma is fucking him harder, now, and Taki is holding on to K so he doesn't fall. K kisses the corner of his mouth, dumb with lust and still not knowing how much he's allowed.
Taki's becoming incoherent, falling forward and nuzzling K's neck as Fuma's thrusts become brutal, and K holds on to his waist, his hands next to Fuma's, feeling the sweat on Taki's skin, his muscles contracting from the effort of taking Fuma's cock so well.
Fuma starts coming with a grunt, and K holds Taki through it all, feeling Fuma's eyes trained on him. After Fuma finally stills, K doesn't know what to do, and Taki is still nuzzling his neck, silent, his arms limp next to his body.
Fuma gently pries K's hands away from Taki's waist and K lets him. Fuma slides out of Taki's pussy, and K realises he came inside. Milky white cum is oozing of Taki's pussy, and K wants to touch it, to lick it, to add to it. But in no time Fuma manoeuvres Taki so he's lying on the bed, and lies half on top of him, stroking his head gently and kissing his cheek. K stays in his place, not knowing what he's supposed to do. This whole night feels like a fever dream, and it's not even over.
Fuma is whispering again, running his right hand all over Taki's body, and K feels agitated even though he knows he shouldn't.
At last, he pulls away from Taki and gets up. He's fully naked, too, and for the first time K recognizes how beautiful he looks, like a statue or a god, but K's eyes long for Taki again.
“I'm gonna go shower,” Fuma says.
“What?” K didn't expect this. It looked like Fuma was a pro at aftercare, and leaving Taki so soon felt wrong to K, even though he was the odd one out, sitting next to them ogling Taki like a pervert.
“You can take it from here, yes?” Fuma asks, and raises his eyebrows at K. Don't fuck this up, they're saying.
K swallows, and nods. What else is there to do? Part of him is jumping for joy. Being left alone with a naked, beautiful, fucked out Taki is something out of a fantasy. But it's also terrifying. What happens now?
Fuma leaves, and Taki is spread out on the bed. “Hyung?”
K swallows. “Yes?”
“Aren't you going to come here?”
K's legs feel like lead as he gets closer, but Taki grabs for him and before he knows it, he's fully hovering over the younger boy. He uses his arms to hold himself up and not touch Taki too much, but Taki touches his cheek and K feels his resolve falter, closing his eyes.
“It's ok to look,” Taki says in a small voice. He strokes K's cheek with his thumb and K just about wants to die. He's still hard, and he has to exercise an immense amount of willpower not to rut on Taki like a horny teenager.
He opens his eyes and Taki smiles at him, looking shy and hesitant. He has no way of knowing this, but it's making K even crazier. That's his baby. HIS baby. And suddenly he has to see him in a whole new light, and he likes what he's seeing way too much for his sanity, and he has to share him with -
Taki moves up, almost close enough to kiss, but holds back. They breathe each other in and K knows he won't last long, he'll definitely do something stupid in 3, 2,
“Hyung,” Taki whines, and K finally crashes their lips together, dropping his body fully on Taki's and enveloping him in his arms. Distantly, somewhere in his mind he thinks he should be taking it slow, he should be kissing Taki gently and sweetly, but the truth is he's devouring him and Taki is taking it like he's craving for it. When K pries his tongue into Taki's mouth, he tastes faintly of cum. Fuma's cum. That can only mean they had been at it for ages before K found them. He growls and lowers his hand between Taki's legs, feeling the wetness there. Taki is soaked, and whines the moment he feels his hyung's touch on his pussy.
K strokes him with trembling hands, distracted by the kiss and overwhelmed by everything that's happening to him. Fuma is showering in the next room but for all K knows the whole world is right there, covered by his own body.
Taki makes pleased little noises and lets K lead the kiss, and lead the touching, but, unsurprisingly, it doesn't last long.
After a few moments, he breaks the kiss and pants against K's mouth. He sounds and looks like he ran a marathon, and he's never looked more beautiful.
“Hyung?” he asks bashfully.
K exhales. “Yeah, baby?”
“Can you -” he gestures for K to move back, and K scrambles to move away. Taki slightly opens his legs and K kneels between them, watching Taki's face for any signs of discomfort or regret.
But then Taki holds his legs open wide and says, sweetly, “Can you look, please?” gesturing down at his pussy.
K's jaw hangs open. He looks, of course he does, it's a wonder his neck doesn't break by the speed of it. “What - ” his throat feels so dry, his heart is about to leap outside his mouth, his dick is twitching painfully inside his too-tight jeans, and it's silly, isn't it? Of course Taki wants him to look. Fuma and Taki didn't invite him on this bed to braid their hair.
And Fuma didn't leave them alone so K could tuck Taki into bed and call it a night.
“Won't you say anything?” Taki asks, pouting at him and looking debauched and adorable and very much like his cause of death.
“I.......” K starts, but trails off. Taki's pussy is an angry shade of pink, and he squeezes it tight, making more of Fuma's cum gush out.
“Hyung, I'm so empty,” Taki whines again. He looks distressed, and K wants to slap himself.
“You know this is a big deal, right?” he asks.
Taki nods. “I need you. Need you so bad.”
“You're going to kill me,” K says and dives in to kiss him again, fervently and passionately, and Taki laughs against his mouth.
“Hyung!” he says again, and K stops with hurried apologies, kisses his throat and his chest and his belly as he moves down at lightning speed, until finally, finally, he gets to his glistening pussy and dives in. Taki chokes out a moan and K gets to work, licking and sucking and moving his hand up to play with Taki's clit, as Taki's legs tremble and he brings his hands up to pull at K's hair.
K tastes Fuma's cum and wishes it were his own instead, but it's ok because he's going to make everything right. He's going to fill his baby up, he's going to push Fuma's cum out, he's going to push it deeper into Taki, he's going to add to it and he's going to make Taki taste it, he's going to do everything and he's going crazy.
K gets lost in the sensation, proud of the sounds that are coming out of Taki's mouth, proud of how incoherent and fucked out he sounds, and soon enough he's terrified he's going to come inside his pants like a fool.
But Taki comes first, shouting so loud that K thinks Fuma will come out and check on them before he's had a chance to be inside him, and Taki squeezes his legs so tight K's head hurts.
He scrambles up again and kisses Taki again, gently stroking his pussy still, and Taki wraps his arms around him tight.
After he rides the high of his orgasm, Taki starts mumbling again, and it's a jumbled mess of “I need you,” “so empty,” “please, please, please,” “need it so bad,” “fuck, please, I can't take it,” and K's brain short-circuits.
He can't take it anymore either. He gets out of his clothes and underwear as fast as he can and pushes inside Taki's pussy with a groan.
It's so wet and so tight he almost comes on the spot, but by some divine intervention he manages to hold off. Taki looks at him with starry eyes, blissful and grateful that he's finally been filled up. K takes a moment to stare at his beauty.
So, this is happening. Taki nods at him and K takes hold of his legs for leverage, giving a shallow, experimental thrust. Taki moans deeply and K moves again, emboldened, fucking him deep and hard. It feels like riding a roller-coaster and he doesn't even like them, but he'd ride this one every day.
Several times a day.
Taki's mumbling again, just a litany of “hyung, hyung, hyung,” and “please” this time, and K folds his legs against his chest, loving how flexible he is, and slows his thrusts as he looks deeply into Taki's eyes.
“So pretty, baby. You're taking me so well.”
Taki moans, his hands slipping from K's waist.
“You know that, right?” K carries on. “You know how perfect you are?” And then - “How long has Fuma been fucking you, baby?” he wants to take the words back the moment they're out, feels like a possessive asshole, but hell, maybe he is one.
Taki whines.
“How long?” K presses.
“A-a few months,” Taki says, and K thrusts harder, and Taki holds on to the sheets.
“Does he make you feel good, baby?”
Taki nods, panting, and K takes hold of his legs, setting one down on the bed, throwing the other over his shoulder and changing the angle of his thrusts, fucking Taki deeper.
“But you like me better.” K says, matter-of-factly, watches as Taki nods vigorously, “You, you, hyung, need you so bad...”
“You only need me.” K says. “Only your hyung.”
“Only you, hyung, only you, please -”
K knows he's close, so close. Taki is perfect beneath him, perfect for him, made for him. He lets go of his leg and leans his whole body on him, bringing their faces together and he thrusts languidly, feeling Taki squirm and tremble beneath him. “Only me, yeah? Only my cock. Nobody else's,” he affirms and stops moving, burying his cock deep into Taki's pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes, only you, please, only you, nobody else.”
K exhales, relieved, and kisses Taki deeply. He brings his hand to his clit again, stroking and pinching it lightly, and thrusts once, twice, three times before he starts coming. Taki kisses him back sloppily, moaning into his mouth as he comes for the third time since K found Fuma fucking him. K comes for a long time, and after he's done, he lies on top of Taki trying not to crush him, but too tired and reluctant to move. Taki holds him tightly but stays silent, so K knows there's something bothering him, so soon enough he moves back to look at his face. He's still inside him, soft but big enough to stay in place, and that's exactly where he wants to be.
“Sorry.” Taki says when their eyes meet.
K frowns. He's honestly too fucked out to have a serious conversation, but if this is where things are going, he's going to do his best for Taki. “What for?”
“Sorry I fucked Fuma,” Taki says, worrying his lip between his teeth.
K feels like such an asshole. “Baby I - I shouldn't have said that.”
“He was good to me,” Taki says, and it's like a dagger to K's heart. “He's treated me well. I – I didn't even know you'd be interested,” he says, and looks hesitant, like he's just admitted something he shouldn't.
K sighs. “It's not - ” he starts, doesn't know how to go on. “Taki, look. You're everything to me, right?” He waits for Taki to nod before he continues. “You've grown up a lot, and you're 20 now, but it's been....hard.” Taki looks away. K holds his chin and makes him look at him again. “I wasn't interested like that but...I wasn't letting myself be interested.”
Taki chuckles, looking a bit sad. “But now you are?” he asks, looking innocent and hopeful.
K full on laughs. “Are you serious?”
Taki smiles, his beautiful bashful smile that tells you he's up to no good.
They stay silent for a bit, after, K idly stroking every inch of Taki's body that he can reach, and Taki lying contended beneath him. “Taki....I have to say something.”
Taki looks up at him again. “Hm?”
“What I said about being the only one...I meant it.” Taki nods. “But I shouldn't have said it.” K continues. “It's your life and you can...sleep with whoever you want.” He knows his expression looks pained, but he has to try and be the bigger man, at least.
Taki thinks for a bit. Or maybe pretends to think. K can't tell and it's making him anxious. “You can be the only one...” he says at last. And then, “Would I be the only one too?”
The question takes K off-guard. What a silly question! Who else could there be? “You'd be the only one,” he replies solemnly.
Taki nods, satisfied, and kisses him tenderly.
After a while, K finally slips out of his pussy, feeling his cum slip out too. He moves his fingers to Taki's pussy and finds that Taki is clenching it, trying to keep the cum in, and K feels his dick harden again, just like that. He gently pushes two fingers inside Taki, making him gasp, and collects some cum. He brings his fingers up again and waits for Taki's nod of approval, before he pries his mouth open and makes him taste it.
Taki moans around his fingers and sucks them hungrily. K has to remind himself that Taki seemingly has a lot of experience in sex. Experience that he got from someone else. As K remains lost in his jealousy, Taki gently takes his fingers out of his mouth and holds it open, showing him he's swallowed everything and asking for more. K is really going to die tonight, what the fuck. He feeds Taki more cum, then some more, and at last he feels ready to get clean and fall asleep, with Taki in his arms. Before getting up, he kisses and cuddles Taki a bit, making sure he feels loved and looked after.
Then he goes to the bathroom to check on Fuma, who's been gone for ages at this point. K feels both grateful that Fuma gave them so much privacy and annoyed that he was there in the first place. But when he opens the bathroom door, Fuma is not there, and a wave of relief washes over K. He'll definitely have to have a talk with Fuma soon, and another one with Taki to make sure about what he really wants, but for now he can just relax and enjoy his time with Taki.
He goes back into the room and scoops Taki into his arms. Taki laughs, but wraps his arms around him happily. Inside the bathroom, K kisses his cheek and sets him down on the toilet. He brushes his teeth as Taki pees. After Taki's washed up and brushed his teeth too, they go into the shower. K has been sporting a semi ever since he fed Taki his cum, and he's tempted to fuck him again in the shower, but he knows they have to sleep sooner rather than later. So he brings the shower head to his pussy and fingers him as he cleans him. Taki closes his eyes and pants, coming with a shout soon after. K kisses his neck, soaps him up and rinses him.
Once they're done, they wrap themselves up into the hotel's fluffy white towels, K dries both their hair, and they head to bed. K puts on his boxers and grabs some black panties for Taki too, but it's hot enough to sleep without pyjamas, so they get under the covers and K holds Taki close. There's so much he wants to say, but Taki falls asleep almost instantly, clearly exhausted from all the physical activity of the night.
K stays awake for a long time, thinking about finding Fuma with Taki, about how dumbfounded he was, how hot he found the sight, how infuriating, how he can't believe that Taki let him in, too. How he can't believe Taki promised it will be only him from now on, and how Fuma could react to this. He thinks about how often those two shared hotel rooms recently, and how K chalked it up to the fact that they're early risers, and he's not, but he was utterly and completely wrong.
He wonders what it was about Fuma that made Taki so comfortable with him, comfortable enough to ask for this, ask to be fucked and filled again and again. But maybe it wasn't even planned. Maybe it just happened, and that thought riles K up even more, because there are a million ways it could have started and it kills him not to know.
He almost wants to wake Taki up and ask. How did it start? Who started it? Did Fuma take your virginity or was it someone else? Did you start kissing first or was it sex from the first night? Was it at the dorms? At a hotel? Somewhere else? In Korea? In Japan? Does Fuma go down on you? Do you love it? Did you love sucking his cock? How often did he fuck you? Did he keep you awake at night, filling you up again and again? Was it because of that that you sometimes showed up with dark circles under your eyes and I worried about you? Did you ever do it at the dorms while I was in the next room? Did you do it in the bathroom? In the shower, early in the morning while everyone else slept? In the practice room, after everyone else had gone home? Did I satisfy you like he does? Will you miss him? Am I better than him?
Taki fidgets in his arms and K feels exhausted. What happened today changed his relationship with his favorite person forever, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Couldn't have it any other way, not after seeing Taki on all fours taking Fuma's cock and loving it. Not after having a taste for himself, and knowing it was the best sex he ever had.
He checks the time. It's 1 am. They don't have to leave the hotel until noon, but none of the members get enough sleep in the first place and it would probably be suspicious if neither of them showed up for breakfast, though that might be his paranoia talking. He tells himself Fuma successfully hid the fact that he was fucking Taki for months, and Nicholas and Euijoo have been fucking for years and they're not hiding it at all at this point, and the world didn't end.
He closes his eyes and at last, lets sleep take him.
//
K feels someone stroking his chest and shaking him gently. There's a comfortable weight on him. Taki, who kisses his cheek and whines. “Hyung.”
K groans and half-opens his eyes. The room is still dark, and sure, Taki is an early riser, but after the night they just had K was hoping for some more rest.
“What, baby?” he mumbles, his voice coming out hoarse.
“I'm hungry,” Taki says, and ok, that makes sort of sense. He burned so many calories... K checks his watch. It's only 5am, way too early for breakfast at the hotel restaurant.
“I have some crackers in my suitcase, and some instant ramen I think, let me-” and he starts to get off the bed.
Taki holds him down. “No,” he whispers close to his mouth. He trails his hand over K's chest and belly, lightly squeezing the bulge in his boxers. “I'm hungry,” he says again.
“Fuck,” K says, and Taki chuckles. He kisses his neck.
“I haven't tasted you properly.”
And, yeah, K can't argue with that.
“Can I?” Taki asks, and, sure. It's not like K will be able to sleep now. He's half hard already. “Yeah, yeah go ahead,” he says, sounding high-pitched and a bit pathetic. This side of Taki is confident and sexy and frankly...deadly.
Taki reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp, momentarily blinding K. “So you can see me,” he says plainly, and then goes down. Devastatingly deadly.
He straddles K's legs and runs his hands along his sides, lowering his mouth towards his crotch. He noses at K's cock over his boxers, maintaining eye contact and making K hold his breath. He licks it over the fabric, adding his saliva to K's pre-cum that's already stained his underwear. Then he pulls the boxers slightly, freeing the upper half of K's cock. He takes his time licking that too, all the while asking “Hyung, do you like that?” “Am I doing good?” and K strokes his hair and tells him he's perfect. When Taki finally takes hold of his whole cock, freeing it from his boxers, he sinks his mouth on it and swallows him whole in one go. And is not – he's not small. Taki moans around K's dick, satisfied, and bobs his head up and down, just the right way, sucking and licking and moaning, and K can't hold himself back for much longer after that. He comes down Taki's throat, and Taki takes all of it, swallows every drop and licks him clean, then comes up to K to show him his mouth. K pulls him down into a kiss, and Taki finally tastes only of him.
“Still hungry?” K asks him after a while.
Taki smirks at him. “Honestly........ I need a lot of food, you know.”
K chuckles and flips them around, straddling Taki. “Well. I need my food too.”
They sleep again after K eats Taki out and fingers him, and the next time they wake up it's 9am. Late for Taki, early for K, but perfect for some lazy morning sex. K takes Taki one more time as the younger is brushing his teeth, watching both of them come apart in the mirror.
They head to breakfast at 10:30, when almost all the food is gone.
After eating, they need to head to the airport, and K and Taki end up in different cars. K feels anxious, as if Taki is going to change his mind about everything in the 40 minutes they'll spend apart, but also relieved, because he still hasn't processed what's happened and he's not sure he will any time soon.
Fuma slides next to K in the car, and oddly, K doesn't feel jealous or upset. Nicholas and Euijoo are in the front seats, Nicholas already asleep, Euijoo wearing his headphones.
“Did you have a good night, hyung?” Fuma asks.
“Yeah,” K says normally. “You?”
“Yeah,” Fuma nods.
K lowers his voice. “You left.”
Fuma smiles, a bit embarrassed. “I figured I wasn't needed.”
“Huh,” K says.
“Was I?” Fuma raises his eyebrows.
K stays silent for a long time. He doesn't really know what to say. “It was...um. We were fine.”
Fuma nods. “Cool.”
“Ok.”
“I don't need...” Fuma starts. K shushes him, paranoid that sleeping Nicholas and functionally-non hearing Euijoo will understand their completely nonsensical conversation.
Fuma shakes his head, trying to find the words. “I'm out, yeah? There's nothing...nothing going on,” he settles on.
K is itching to ask him all the questions he didn't ask Taki. If they were alone, maybe he'd find the audacity to do it. He wants to appear cool and collected in front of Taki but he wouldn't mind looking completely pathetic in front of Fuma, his only peer.
But then he figures the past doesn't matter. Fuma has taken himself out of the equation, no drama, no questions asked, no long-winded explanations, and maybe it's for the best.
They reach the airport and soon enough Taki is next to him, holding his hand as people swarm around them, and K knows they'll always be ok.