Dynamic: K (father-figure energy) × Taki (chaotic gremlin child energy)
Trope: Chaos, Bonding, Parental Fluff

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"Save the dramatics. You're the one who begged for this challenge."
"That was BEFORE I MET SATAN IN RAMEN FORM."
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"Are you sure about this?" K asked, arms crossed, staring at the glowing red bowl of instant doom on the table.

Taki grinned, bouncing in his seat. "I was born for this!"

"You were born with the spice tolerance of a plain rice cake."

Taki stuck his tongue out. "That was one time, and it was black pepper!"

K raised a skeptical eyebrow.

They were seated in front of the dorm's camera setup, with the title card already recorded:
"&TEAM's Spiciest Ramen Challenge 🌶️ (Someone's Going to Cry)"

K was here to supervise, obviously.
Taki was here to be reckless.

The timer on K's phone beeped.

"Three... two... one."

"LET'S GOOOOOO!"

Taki took the first bite with zero hesitation. Chewed. Swallowed.

And instantly regretted every decision that led him to this moment.

Thirty seconds later, K was still calmly slurping his noodles, while Taki had gone full meltdown.

"WHY IS THIS HOTTER THAN MY EXISTENCE?"

"You took the biggest bite," K reminded him.

"MY TONGUE IS MELTING—"

"Then stop eating."

"I CAN'T. I MUST WIN."

K sighed, put his chopsticks down, and handed Taki the milk carton. "Here."

Taki snatched it like it was a lifeline. "You're my hero."

"Save the dramatics. You're the one who begged for this challenge."

Taki's voice cracked. "That was BEFORE I MET SATAN IN RAMEN FORM."

K leaned back, watching him struggle with the look of a father watching his child touch a hot pan after being explicitly told not to.

"You know," K said casually, "there are other ways to prove your bravery that don't involve self-immolation."

Taki paused his milk-chugging. "This is for content. For the fans."

"Ah yes," K deadpanned. "Because they love watching your pain."

"They do!" Taki insisted, red-faced, sniffling. "They say it builds character."

K picked up his chopsticks again. "And ulcers."

By the halfway mark, Taki was slumped over the table, dramatically fanning his mouth with his hand, tongue sticking out, eyes glazed.

"Do you want to tap out?" K asked, not unkindly.

"No," Taki whispered. "I want to live. But also win."

"You're doing neither right now."

"You're such a dad."

"I literally am in this situation."

K sighed and reached over to scoop up a small bite of the noodles.

He held the spoon in front of Taki's face.

Taki squinted. "What is this?"

"Reinforcement."

"You're feeding me like I'm five."

"You're acting like you're five."

Taki huffed but leaned forward and took the bite anyway.

Immediately, regret.

"OH GOD YOU HATE ME."

K handed him the milk again.

"No," he said with a small smirk. "I just like watching you learn."

The challenge officially ended at the 10-minute mark, with K's bowl empty and Taki's still three-quarters full and pushed far, far away.

"I would like to formally apologize to my tongue," Taki announced to the camera. "And also to milk, for underestimating its power."

K turned off the camera and started clearing the table. "Go rinse your face."

"I can't move."

"I told you this was a bad idea."

"I THRIVE IN BAD IDEAS."

K muttered something in Korean under his breath.

Later that night, the other members returned to find Taki sprawled across the couch, wearing a blanket like a cape, cradling a cold bottle of water.

"What happened to him?" Nicholas asked.

K walked by with a fresh glass of water and dropped it on the table beside Taki. "Spice ego."

Jo nodded knowingly. "He tried the ramen, didn't he?"

"Like a warrior," Taki croaked from the couch. "A spicy, spicy warrior."

Fuma patted his head. "You lasted longer than I expected."

K returned with ice cream and handed it wordlessly to Taki.

Taki stared at it like it was a peace offering from heaven. "You do love me."

K sighed, sat beside him, and shook his head. "Unfortunately."

That night, as Taki lay in bed still sniffling from ghost pepper aftershocks, K walked in with a new carton of milk.

"Emergency stash," he said, placing it on Taki's nightstand.

"You're the best fake dad ever," Taki mumbled.

K raised an eyebrow. "Fake?"

"You nag me, feed me, clean up after my disasters... That's dad-tier stuff."

K paused, leaning against the doorframe.

Then, quietly: "I only do it for you."

Taki blinked, touched. "Wait—seriously?"

"I mean, you're the only one reckless enough to eat fire for a YouTube video."

"Oh. Yeah, okay. That tracks."

K smirked. "Rest. And don't challenge anyone to a wasabi-eating contest next."

Taki chuckled, voice soft. "No promises, Appa."

K rolled his eyes, but didn't deny the title.

The Next Day

The video went viral.

Clips of Taki shrieking and K calmly feeding him like a tired parent became instant memes.

The comments were relentless:

"Taki: CHAOS 🌶️
K: Calm™️ Dad Energy
This is a sitcom waiting to happen."

"K looking at Taki like 'this is my son and I did NOT sign up for this.'"

"K: I am too old for this.
Taki: SPICE IS LIFE."

K didn't respond online.

But he did post a photo of a single milk carton with the caption:
"Raising children is hard."

Taki commented:
"I'd do it all again. For content."

K replied:
"You're grounded."

The End.
(Or the beginning of K's long, patient journey raising a walking disaster.)