Chapter 1: ***
Ezreal came to a juicer. He wanted to make himself a serving of morning juice that was a part of his usual breakfast.
When he had already finished and wanted to move away, he felt someone behind his back and slightly winced.
"Orange juice again, princess?" Kayn asked pensively, peeking from behind the guy's shoulder. "Be careful, juices have lots of calories".
"So what", grunted Ez. "Not your business."
Pink-haired lad turned his back against the counter, leaned onto it with one of his hands and poked the vocalist's chest with his finger.
"If you get fat, I'll stop fucking you," Punk sarcastically chuckled. "And that's your business, isn't it?"
Ezreal was starting to boil with contempt and annoyance. He was going to express everything that he was thinking about that dumbass, but Kayn, having found a moment, sharply slapped the boy on his butt.
"Fighting again?" said someone. In a second, both guys turned their heads towards the sound and saw Sett on the staircase. K'Sante was also coming out of the corridor. Nothough out of the ordinary, it was time for breakfast. K'Sante raised his eyebrows with surprise and asked.
"Are you guys together?"
"Together?! The fuck?!" Resentment that Ez couldn't pour onto the pink-haired boy, still found an exit in his reply to that question.
Kayn felt a nasty stabbing feeling in the chest and anger that he couldn't identify.
"The world will fall before I agree to shit like that. If I ever want a relationship, I will find someone nicer." Kayn curled his lip and either snorted or grinned, it was difficult to tell. Then, squinting, he condescendingly looked at Ezreal. "And definitely not a whining sissy."
The green-haired young man was starting to boil. His bandmate's words wounded his self-esteem and… something else? He wanted to cry, but he couldn't confirm the title of "whining sissy" in the eyes of others.
K'Sante and Sett exchanged tense glances. It was one thing when these two taunted and argued. But now, they were clearly trying to hurt each other.
"Hey, well, everything has its limi…" Sett didn't get to finish his sentence.
"Fucking asshole," Ez muttered through his teeth, his eyes burning with anger.
This intensely sensual gaze of golden eyes brought Kayn an incredible pleasure. Even though the look was filled with malice, in this moment, those eyes were focused on him only. Perhaps, if K'Sante and Sett weren't around, the rapper would have taken the pop prince right on this countertop. "Forget your damn juice, I've got a better idea!" — yes, that's exactly what he would have said to him…
"Always glad to be," the guy smiled with deliberate courtesy and gave a slight bow to others. There was nothing else to do here, and he headed to his room.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed K'Sante placing his large hand on Ez's shoulder. The man's words were quiet, but not quiet enough for the rapper not to hear:
"Come on. You know Kayn is a jerk. Forget it…"
Once again, this sharply feeling of emptiness emerged in his chest full of indignation and unspoken objection. What the hell K'Sante had done touching the princess?! Did he, Kayn, give anyone permission?!
"And yet you didn't tell them you two are just fucking…" Rhaast's mocking words echoed in his head. "I was hoping to see how the boy would react to something like that…"
"This is already clear. He's fully aware, and the rest don't need to know even that," the pink-haired guy responded quietly and with a hiss.
"Cut the crap, kid! I heard in your thoughts what you actually wanted to answer to the handsome boy at the end!" The mockery turned into laughter.
"Just try it, you bastard..." The rapper clenched his lips with force. The lad wanted to respond to his alter ego out loud, so he quickened his pace, running up the stairs to leave his bandmates behind as quickly as possible.
"Always yours!" A-HA-HA-HA! Kayn, how did you even come up with this?!" Rhaast laughed. After the demon had chuckled a bit, he added sarcastically: "You're going to confess to him any day now!"
"I have nothing to confess! I hate him!" The pink-haired guy almost shouted these words, but he slammed the door so loudly that only Rhaast could have heard them.
"Say it to his poster above your bed!" Rhaast's deep voice sounded with feigned sympathy. "Well, keep lying, lover bird…"
The demon's words faded. Kayn laid down wearily on the bed. He was hoping that was the end of the conversation.
But Rhaast had no intention to stop.
"Want to make a bet: when will one of you confess? If I win, you'll let me have some fun with him," the voice in his head turned predatory and lustful. "I'm sure a little tenderness towards the boy will make the sound of his voice saturated with pleasure."
"Only over my dead body, bitch!" The rapper instantly sat on the bed and shouted without thinking, with beastial rage. Out of his own helplessness, Kayn threw a pillow against the wall and began to breathe heavily. "Make your bets with your own mother!"
And only after uttering these words did he realize that Rhaast had played him.
Laughter echoed in his head again. The demon was doing it like never before.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"