K was on a mission to break Fuma's patience—Nicholas and EJ were just here for the entertainment (and the 100-dollar bet).

*****

"I was just testing your patience."

 "Well you found the limit."

*****

Fuma liked to believe he had infinite patience.

K seemed determined to prove him wrong.

Nicholas? He made it his mission.

Nicholas leaned in, voice low. "I bet you can't get Fuma to actually snap."

K arched a brow. "Oh?"

EJ, listening from the couch, smirked. "I'll bet 100 bucks on how long he lasts."

Nicholas grinned. "One week. Max."

EJ shook his head. "Nah, I say he holds out for ten days."

K crossed his arms. "And if he breaks before a week?"

Nicholas patted his shoulder. "Then you win my respect."

K scoffed. "Please, that's worth nothing."

Nicholas grinned. "Fine. I'll make you breakfast for a week."

"Deal."

EJ leaned back. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Day One: The Little Things

K started subtle.

Switching Fuma's neatly folded clothes with K's own chaotic mess.

Taking Fuma's chopsticks and replacing them with extra tiny ones.

Humming the same song on repeat until Fuma muttered, "K, I swear—"

Nicholas took notes. "Hmm. No visible cracks yet."

EJ smirked. "Give it time."

DAY TWO 

Fuma was in the middle of sorting through their practice schedule when he felt it.

A presence.

Hovering.

Too close.

He looked up, and sure enough—

K was right there, chin resting in his palm, watching him with an infuriating smirk.

"...What."

"I just like watching you work."

Fuma narrowed his eyes. "No, you don't."

K gasped dramatically. "That's so mean, Fuma! Can't a guy admire his best friend's dedication?"

Fuma rolled his eyes. "If you actually admired it, you'd let me focus."

K blinked. "Oh. Yeah. That's fair."

Day Three: Escalation

K upped the ante.

Hiding one shoe every morning.

Texting Fuma 'urgent' messages that were just memes.

Taking Fuma's coffee and replacing it with decaf.

At breakfast, Fuma took a sip, paused, and slowly turned to K.

"...This isn't my coffee."

K blinked innocently. "It's better for your heart."

Fuma stared.

Nicholas and EJ waited.

Then—

Fuma exhaled and muttered, "Not worth it."

EJ smirked. "That's ten bucks for me."

Nicholas groaned.

Day Five: The Breaking Point (Almost)

It happened mid-practice.

K had spent the entire day shadowing Fuma's every move.

If Fuma grabbed a water bottle, K grabbed one.
If Fuma stretched, K stretched the exact same way.
If Fuma sighed—

K sighed dramatically.

By the third hour, Fuma snapped his head around.

"K."

K grinned. "Yes?"

Fuma took a deep breath. Stay calm. Stay calm.

EJ and Nicholas exchanged a glance.

Was this it? Was this the moment?

Then—

Fuma closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and walked away.

EJ shook his head. "Unbelievable."

Nicholas groaned. "I seriously underestimated him."

K crossed his arms. "Hmph. Time for the final move."

EJ raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning?"

K smirked. "Just watch."

Day Seven: The Meltdown

K had been playing innocent all morning.

Then, in the middle of lunch—

Poke.

Fuma twitched.

K grinned. "Soft."

Fuma inhaled sharply. "Don't.

Poke.

"Soft," K repeated, dragging out the word like he knew he was about to die.

Fuma gripped his chopsticks.

Poke.

Fuma slammed his hands on the table, standing up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. "THAT'S IT!"

Silence.

The entire group froze.

"K."

K took a step back.

Fuma took a step forward.

K swallowed. "Uh—"

"You." Fuma pointed at him, voice dangerously calm. "Have been testing me all day."

K held up his hands. "Now, now, let's not do anything rash—"

Fuma cracked his knuckles.

K ran.

K screamed at him. "I was just testing your patience."

Fuma cracked his knuckles. "Well you found the limit."

"WAIT, WAIT—"

Fuma lunged, K yelled, and suddenly—

Crash.

Silence.

Then—

Nicholas poked his head in. "...Should I even ask?"

K, now pinned under Fuma, grinned up at him. "Fuma finally lost it."

Nicholas cheered.

EJ sighed, pulling out his wallet. "Fine. Take your money."

Fuma groaned, rubbing his temples. "I hate you."

K just beamed. "You love me."

Fuma sighed.

Unfortunately... K wasn't exactly wrong. "HA! I WIN!"