Pairing: K × Taki (Father/Son dynamic)
Trope: Tour bus fluff / found family
Vibe: Cozy naps, protective warmth, and a secret softie

The tour bus had become something of a second home.

The kind where seats became pillows, jackets became blankets, and the quiet hum of the road filled the silence between chaos and performance.

And every time they got on, Taki always ended up in the same place:

Fast asleep, curled against K's shoulder in the very back row.

It started during one of their earliest overnight rides.

Taki, hoodie up and earbuds in, had leaned too far while trying to get comfortable.

K, completely stoic as always, didn't move a muscle.

The others expected him to gently nudge Taki off, maybe wake him.

But K?

He adjusted his posture and let the kid sleep.

Didn't say a word.

Didn't even flinch when Taki drooled a little onto his sleeve.

From then on, it became routine.

They'd pile into the bus after a long schedule, everyone half-delirious with exhaustion.

Taki would yawn, stretch like a sleepy cat, and shuffle wordlessly to the back where K was already sitting.

He'd plop down, wrap himself in a blanket burrito, and tilt until his head found the exact spot on K's shoulder — like muscle memory.

Ten minutes later, he'd be out cold.

K would pretend to scroll through his phone.

Would try not to react.

But the second Taki exhaled that soft, content sigh — the one that meant he felt safe — K's ears would go bright red.

Every time.

Without fail.

Jo was the first to catch on.

He snapped a picture, blurry but cute — K sitting stiff as a board, phone in hand, with Taki snuggled up like a content koala.

Nicholas posted it to the group chat with the caption:

"Guess who's the favorite son 😇"

After that, it became a running joke.

They'd take bets on how long it would take Taki to fall asleep.
Yuma once brought a stopwatch.

Harua whispered, "K's shoulder is clearly the superior pillow."
EJ added, "Supportive. Firm. Emotionally distant, but dependable."

K just sighed and pulled his hoodie up.

He claimed he didn't care.

But he also never moved once Taki was asleep.

Then one day, it changed just a little.

They were coming back from a performance — everyone wiped out.

The bus was dim, engine humming soft. Rain tapped gently against the windows.

Taki, as expected, curled up beside K.

But this time, about halfway through the ride, he mumbled something. Quiet. Half-asleep.

K glanced down.

Taki's voice was muffled against his hoodie.

"I like sleeping here... feels safe."

K's phone slipped a little in his hand.

He didn't say anything.

Didn't move.

Just sat there, staring straight ahead, face unreadable — except for his ears.

Which lit up so red, Nicholas actually wheezed from two rows up.

"You good back there?" EJ asked dryly.

K cleared his throat. "Fine."

"Taki drooling on you again?"

"No."

"You're blushing."

"No."

Yuma leaned over his seat, grinning. "Admit it. You're his human weighted blanket."

K didn't respond.

Jo smirked. "He called you safe. That's big."

K muttered, "I am safe."

"Aw," Harua cooed. "You're a softie."

"I'm not."

"Your ear is literally steaming," Nicholas said.

K crossed his arms and stared out the window. "He's just a kid. He gets tired."

Taki, still half-asleep, shifted slightly — cuddling closer.

"...Really safe," he mumbled again.

K closed his eyes. He did not sleep the whole ride.

The next morning, Taki blinked awake mid-hair-mess, still wrapped in his blanket burrito.

He looked up at K and yawned. "Did you sleep?"

K, flatly: "No."

Taki frowned. "Why not?"

"You're heavier than you look."

"HEY!"

K smirked. "Joking."

Taki stretched, looking unbothered. "Mm. Still comfy."

"You said that already."

Taki blinked. "I did?"

K looked away. "Twice."

Taki paused. Then grinned.

"Aw, hyung. Were you touched?"

"No."

"Your ear's pink again."

K pulled up his hood.

Later that week, they had a long drive to the next city.

As usual, the members filed onto the bus — snacks in hand, earbuds ready.

Taki walked straight to the back, paused in front of K, and held up a juice box.

"For you. Payment for emotional support shoulder services."

K blinked. "It's grape."

"It's your favorite."

K took it slowly.

Taki flopped down beside him, settling into the usual position with a content sigh.

"Thanks," he murmured, already half-asleep. "For always letting me."

K opened the juice box.

Didn't reply.

But he gently shifted to make it easier for Taki's head to rest.

And this time, when Taki dozed off mid-sentence—

K smiled.

Just a little.

The End.

(And on every tour after that, the backseat was reserved: One shoulder. One nap. One very soft, very red-eared hyung.)