"Mmmmthat's better," says Haru, adjusting the snuggle to press closer. "So jae could mean wealth or ashes, that's a poetic combination."

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HIM YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO HIS EAR AHHHHHH

"Mostly ashes, or dust, if I saw jae just by itself that's what I'd think."

"All right. We've been skipping around, how do I say, like, hello."

"That's... kind of complicated. I guess the most neutral answer is annyeonghaseyo." He is zen like the Buddha himself. He is at peace with how he is the scum of the earth, and his path to enlightenment involves teaching Korean and nothing more. He will be one with Korean. He is a vessel for language learning, and nothing more. 

Ohmmmmmmmmm.

"Huh, that's long, does it mean something more complicated translated literally?"

"Yes but not in a way that people really think about. Annyeong means 'peace'," which is his current state of mind, "or wellbeing, and haseyo comes from hada, so you could translate it more directly as 'are you well?' or a bit less directly as 'how are you?' but we just use the whole thing together as a greeting." Ohmmmm.

And Haru has more Korean questions, and adjusts his snuggle slower and less often, and finally starts producing random nouns. "Arc-en-ciel."

By which time Jaeha has sufficiently calmed the fire in his loins that he can just appreciate the nouns as being kind of cute. He wishes he had his whole brain online to appreciate it, but instead what he has is an empty chasm, and—

—and he should just sleep. Nothing his brain produces right now will be good or useful or true. He can just exist in the sidelines of the chasm and not feed any thoughts or feelings into it that it might haunt, and wait until he falls asleep.

Haru sleeps a bit late, the next morning. "Flannel. Oiseau."

...bracelet. Which he left on the bedside table. Haru is at zero and he doesn't want to have thoughts until they're his. Hopefully this movement won't wake him up.

Sleepy Haru follows the motion but doesn't wake up for it. "Scandal."

Cool cool. Bracelet.

Oh this is so much better. He misses the feeling of guiding but the sudden ability to feel literally any other positive emotions beats it hands down. 

Okay, does he have any thoughts right now?

...he is kind of fond of Haru. And he's been around enough to know that he's not the kind of person who just gets fond of people he snuggles, randomly, he doesn't just like people. 

It feels wrong. Haru is still his parole officer. But he's also pretty cool, despite his brain's insistence on turning him into someone who isn't. And the nouns are adorable. And, yes, yes, smoking hot and exactly Jaeha's type, he'd be stupid to miss the fact that that affects things.

But still.

"Sparkle. Triomphe." Yawn. "...g'morning."

"Morning, handsome."

, wait,

SHIT

"I, I mean—" FUCK

"...groggy, huh?" says Haru, sitting up and stretching.

"Y-yeah," fuck, okay he'll sit up and, and he won't run away into the bathroom because that'd be even more mortifying. He scratches the back of his head and speaking of extremely old memes his brain goes to "stupid sexy Haru" which causes him to let out a bark of a laugh which does actually help with the embarrassment.

Well, if he's not taking the bathroom Haru will.

Sure. 

Aah.

And he's out. "Do you have a breakfast plan, or - man, it's really hard to figure out how to ask that in a way that isn't presumptuous, you're not my personal chef -"

"...I can come up with one if you're fine with waiting for it." Breakfast today is Kang Jaeha stop being horny for five fucking minutes for God's sake. "Just give me a bit?"

"Sure." Haru collects a change of clothes from his bag and puts a shirt on and if Jaeha still isn't going for the bathroom he'll duck in there to also swap pajamas for jeans.