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HEARTSTEEL, Riot Game’s flashing boy band that went trending for weeks after their announcement, got millions of views and streams on music platforms in just hours after their debut song “PARANOIA” was released, they were the artists of the moment. 

It’s been a year since that. 

Oh, but the euphoria never died out. 

Every time they got into a stage after that, was never the same. For some of them, meant stepping into the spotlight once again, hearing how thousands of people screamed out their names, how thousands were actually excited to see them once again, or for the first time. 

To others, it meant redemption. It meant coming back to clean their names, to prove they were more than just a pretty face, more than a troubled teen, more than an agressive monster, more than a one hit, more than a failed career, more than their brother. 

For once since a long time, they were guys someone wanted to hear. 

And a lot has happened since then. 

After paranoia, they have various presentations as invited artists in other band’s concerts, survival shows, reality shows, and many other shows. 

They made meet and greets, each one bigger than the other, fan calls, made a surprise appearance at a local fan gathering where they danced to paranoia when the music randomly started. 

Ezreal became GQ Korea ambassador, Yone was a coach for a Japanese survival show, K’sante collabed with a popular protein powder brand alongside Sett, Apehlios released a song that went viral over social media and Kayn was cover of a magazine promoting Calvin Klein, which he also gave an interview to, revealing that Rhaast was a bit more than just his stage alter-ego. 

We’re not gonna lie, it wasn’t easy. 

All of them had their own struggles with both personal and group activities, hate was always in the air and the media was constantly shoving cameras in their faces, making it hard to keep stuff under the rug. It’s what forced Ksante to come out or Sett talking about his dad. 

It hadn’t been and would never be easy, but if there’s one thing to highlight from all this, it was the bond they created. They were stronger, they became a family, a space where they could run into when things went out of control, it was coming back to a home, to several shoulders to cry on or to laugh with. 

So hate didn’t matter. 

Only their bond (and their fans) did.

Because of their determination (and lots of help from Alune) they released an EP which was very successful, giving the band even more attention than what they already had. That led to them having their very own concert, their first concert in a long time, or the first one, period. 

They prepared for months. Training, practicing, working, making logistics and correcting mistakes. The band was filled with determination, looking forward to that awaited day. 

That day was today. 

After months of preparation. It was finally time. 

So there were they, 5 hours before the show, setting every single device on, connecting microphones (every single one of the 7 customed microphones Ezreal INSISTED on getting, “It’s iconic” he said, and no one can tell him otherwise), etc. 

They made a quick roll call to make sure everyone who needed to be there, was there. 

You could see long strands of hot pink hair and two fluffy pig tails fly from side to side across the backstage, holding a wooden board, tons of paper and an angry grim. 

“ What the hell do you mean by ‘you didn’t tell me that’!?” She yelled in Korean, very angrily.
Despite Alune being commonly known as the good manager and certified member spoiler, she could be very intimidating when she got mad. 

“I sent you a detailed pdf last week with everything we needed you to bring, we paid in advance as agreed and now you tell me I don’t tell you the date was today?” Her voice was slowly starting to rise even more, if it was even possible. 

After a few more minutes of Alune fighting with god knows who over the phone, many of the members were already at the stage, ready for their next step on the schedule. 

“You better. I expect the equipment to be delivered as agreed, have a nice day.” She strongly said the last part. Maybe she really didn’t want that dumbass to have a nice day after all. 

“Don’t worry noona I’m sure we can make it without whatever is running late”

He tried to reassure, miserably failing as Alune gave him an exhausted look full of sarcasm and hatred, more towards the incompetent man she just talked to than to the green haired man, but well, he made the mistake to talk to her, so now he gets the fury. 

“Ah yes, Ezreal, of course we can make it through a concert without recording equipment” She harshly said towards the younger, maybe a bit harsher than she would want to as she quickly raised her hand to her mouth in realization. 

Ezreal understood how much stress the poor manager must have been under, so he just took a few steps back, grabbed a water bottle that was on the floor and handed it to her. 

A small peace gift. 

She gave him a look full of regret and guilt, as she sadly shared a smile. Ezreal nodded softly and returned the smile. 

“Breathe” Aphelios said softly only centimeters away from the girl’s ear, rubbing small circles on her back as she calmed down a bit. 

Watching the twins interact with each other was always a delight. See how they both knew the other as the palm of their hand. 

Aphelios always knew when Alune had a headache she (successfully) tried to hide to the rest of the team, or when she hid her cramps or fights with Diana, but Aphelios? He always knew what was actually happening. 

Just as Alune always knew if her brother was not talking because he was taking care, because he was upset, because he had used his voice too much or because of any other reason. 

It was heartwarming. 

The ying to its yang. 

Ezreal thought of it all while sat down at the floor once again, fidgeting with the loose lace of his pants. 

“What the fuck was that about?” Kayn spoke out of nowhere. 

But it didn’t startle the smaller guy, because over the past year sharing his life with the troublesome man, he had learned how to predict when he was around. 

‘Because he smells like cherry’ his head reminded him. 

He calmly looked to his side, suddenly remembered Kayn didn’t speak Korean, therefore, he only understood a little part of the conversation that had just taken place. 

“Some douchebag tried to tell Alune she didn’t tell him when was the date to deliver some stuff. She was mad as fuck” He explained with a smile now that he knew the girl was okay. 

“What a dumbass” 

With a grunt, Kayn sat properly beside Ezreal, changing from the uncomfortable kneeling position he was first at. 

“Is she okay tho? She seemed a bit heated” 

There it was, the true Kayn, the one who didn’t have to keep up with a tough persona and could ask about his friends freely. 

“Yeah, you know how these things are, she’s just stressed and this seems to have pushed her over the edge. Aphelios has it.” 

Kayn hummed as a response. Falling into a comfortable silence. 

Sett came back happily chatting with Alune after a few minutes, the twin looking way calmer than before. The staff started to gather around Kayn and Ezreal, waiting for instructions. 

Even surrounded by people, Ezreal could only think about the hypnotizing scent Kayn emanated. The soft hums to the background music K’Sante suggested to play in order to keep their sanity were the only music Ezreal would ever want to hear. 

He stared at the bright pink hair, once long and ink black with just a strand of shining blue hair. 

The first time he thought Kayn was hot. 

Kayn looked to his side, catching Ezreal's eyes. He didn’t look away, he didn’t dare. Because the moment he first met those gorgeous green and red glowing eyes, he knew he would never be able to look away from them. 

“Hey” Was the only thing Kayn said, because, believe it or not, he was just as mesmerized. 

“Hey” Ezreal said back. 

And in that precise moment, it felt like it was only the two of them. 

Only a monster and a prince 

Only an assassin and an explorer 

Only a king and a servant 

Only a rapper and a singer 

Only Kayn and Ezreal. 

Oh, Kayn and Ezreal. 

It had all started a few months after their first meeting as an official group. 

They were all new, the only ones who had actually met in person before were Sett, Aphelios and Alune. 

Ezreal would be lying if he said he didn’t get creeped out the first time he saw Kayn. 

I mean, in person. 

Everyone knew about KDA and True Damage Akali's, hot younger brother. They also knew about Akali’s hot brother’s reputation. 

Media hadn’t gone easy on Kayn. Revealing things he wasn’t ready to reveal, making him even more violent and protective over himself than before. The rumors around the removement from his band had sold like hot gossip. 

‘I heard he broke one of the member’s nose over a silly fight’ 

‘Well, I heard he goes around bars looking for girls to take home, such a waste’ 

‘Did you guys know he had a problem with drugs?’ 

Kayns intimidating aura around the small meeting room could be sensed by everybody. It was obvious how he had purposefully chosen the farest chair he could find. 

“If we are gonna do this, we’re gonna have to come clean. We’re gonna be a team from now on, we will be living together, working together, shining together, so, let’s begin with a quick introduction.” Sett said during their first meeting 

That was the first time Ezreal had felt genuine interest in his coworkers' backstories. 

After a few weeks, they started planning the visual concept for their music, and after a couple more, they finally got the green light from Yone to make image changes. 

Ezreal was tired of his blonde hair. 

It reminded him of his past career.

Of past experiences that weren’t planned by him. But he was ready for a change. 

“Since I already have colored hair, I’m gonna keep it this way. But any of you are welcome to make personal image changes as you think fits.” Yone explained during one of their meetings. 

“I would like to change my hair. I think black doesn’t suit the concept.” Aphelios explained in a low voice. 

“I’m keeping it this way, red it’s kind of my thing.” Sett followed. 

“I actually want to change my blonde as well, maybe get like a crazy haircut, I don’t care, anything to get rid of…” The boy took a pause and with his finger made a circle around his face with a disgusted grim.

“All this” He finished. 

At that time Ezreal still had a healthy natural blonde hair (not actually, he had been dyeing it since he was a kid, he was a brunette)

It was long enough he reached a bit past his shoulders. He usually wore it up in a ponytail or bun when he had to go out while in a contract with his old label. He hated long hair. 

“Do as you wish” The oldest of them stated with a smile. 

Later that day, Aphelios, Ksante, Alune and him had gone shopping for hair products. Bleach, hair color, hair masks to protect their hair from getting absolutely destroyed, etc. 

They returned home with a vibrant smile, ready for the awaiting make over. 

Blue for Phel

Pink for Alune 

A vibrant green for K’Sante (“just a strand!” He warned)

And a soft kind of neon green for Ezreal. 

While all of them were entering the house, they spotted Kayn in the kitchen. He was over the phone, a can of monster in one hand and a plastic bag on the other. Ezreal noticed how it looked like a little dye brush was peeking from it. 

He felt his smile grow wider. 

“I’m very tired, boys, the makeover will have to wait for me for a few days.” Alune said, while politely greeting Kayn, who softly raised a hand while looking at the girl, saying hi back, before leaving to her twin’s room. 

“Me too. Not ready to leave my hair in yall’s hands until I see how yours turns out” K’Sante, as trusting as always, said to the poor boys. 

Before doing the same as Alune and heading to his room, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a cold water bottle, after that, he patted Kayn on the shoulder, which he answered with a nod. 

After a few minutes of Ezreal and Aphelios talking about what they wanted to do with their hair in the sofa, they heard the boy in the kitchen. 

“Yeah, okay. Yes I will. Okay, bye. Yeah, yeah, love you too.” He said before hanging up. 

“Ooohhh~ who’s the lucky girl?” Ezreal tried to tease with a smirk. Aphelios softly giggling. 

“My sister.” Kayn replied. Just as cold as always. 

That actually made Phel let out a proper laugh which quickly turned into a cough. 

Kayn, as the performer he was, smirked and made a theatrical bow before the stunned singer, making Aphelios laugh (and cough) even more. 

Just as Kayn was about to leave upstairs, he took the bag again, which caught Ezreal's attention. 

“You’re changing your hair? Don’t lie to me cause I saw the brush in your bag.” He leaned over the sofa in order to look him in the eye. 

Damn… that mesmerizing gaze of his. 

But Ezreal could see that in anyone’s eyes, right? 

No homo. 

“Yeah, so what?” Ah… again that defensive personality of his. 

It was crazy how he could go from joking with them, to protect himself. 

Like an injured animal would. 

“Nothing, really” He reassured, raising his hands in surrender. “But Phel and I are gonna change our hair tonight. Why don’t you join?”

The offer was tempting to Kayn. 

“Not happening” He said, and quickly turned away, making his way upstairs. 

Ezreal felt defeated. He sighed and faded into the sofa. 

“Give him some time. You know he didn’t have it easy with his other bandmates.” Phel interrupted his thoughts, which were already starting to tell him how much Kayn probably hated him for stepping over the line. 

The afternoon went by calmly. Ezreal and Aphelios spent all that time deciding what exactly they wanted to do and watching YouTube videos about how to properly dye your hair. It was Phel’s request despite Ez telling him how many times he had dyed and colored his hair throughout his life. 

“It was made by professionals, not you” was the heartbreaking statement the instrumentalist made before quickly going back to watch the random video from a random dude working on a wig. 

But when the very late night came, they finally decided to get to the job. 

Ezreal and Aphelios were having a nice time in the bathroom. Raven hair spilled everywhere after giving Aphelios a haircut first. Nothing big honestly, just a few trim on the bangs and sides, although the boy decided to get an undercut and shave his edges. 

He looked very good, actually. Ezreal had done a very nice job, leaving the other’s mouth wide open. 

“I can’t believe you actually did this” He uttered in disbelief. 

“Better believe it girl. I used to cut my best friend's hair all the time since I wasn’t allowed to cut mine.” Ezreal put the scissors down, letting the other admire himself in the mirror. 

“We move on to color and you’re all done.” He smiled. 

“Ah shit, wait” Ezreal cursed “I forgot the bleach in my room. Be right back.” 

Aphelios hummed in approval and dismissed his comment as he was more interested in taking pictures of the whole mess they were making.

And maybe, just maybe, a few of how much he liked his new haircut.

Ezreal stepped out of the bathroom, brushing off strands of ivory hair out of his clothes. 

And then he saw him. 

Kayn was just getting out of his room, wearing nothing but basketball shorts, sleepers and a ridiculous pair of half long pink socks. 

Oh, he was also wearing his hair down. 

That extremely long pitch black hair that reached the back of his knees. It wasn’t common, he would usually wear it on braids or buns. 

He also noticed the same bag from earlier hanging from one of his hands. 

Ezreal reached towards his room, which was right next to Kayn’s, grabbed the three packages of bleach at the speed of light and came back to the corridor. 

Kayn was staring at him. 

Oh… that mesmerizing gaze of his. 

Again? No homo. 

“Hey, Kayn.” God knows where Ezreal got the guts to start a conversation with him, considering the little to no opening from the taller man to do so. 

“Hey…” He answered. 

It had been the softest tone Ezreal had ever heard coming out of his mouth. They were always loud curses, harmful nicknames or mutters of annoyance.

But this time, it was soft. 

And Ezreal felt his heart squish beneath the soft skin of his chest. 

“I know you said no earlier, but… the offer is still open.” He didn’t have to explain himself, Kayn’s silence told him how well the other had understood. 

“Yeah… I’ll think about it.” He said before heading downstairs. 

But nevertheless, Ezreal came back to the bathroom with a wide smile and started prepping the bleach for Phel’s hair. 

He was halfway through the process when he heard two soft knocks at the bathroom door. He looked with a smile, thinking it probably was Yone because of the tenderness of the knock. 

But oh, was he wrong. 

Both men were left amazed as the least expected person stood in front of them, his long raven hair on a ponytail, the same bag in his hand. 

“Hey” Ezreal smiled towards him 

“Hey.” Kayn replied, uncomfortably shifting, wanting to find the words. 

“We only have one chair, you’re gonna have to sit on the floor.” Aphelios said, quickly returning his sight to his phone. 

A silent invitation to join their activity. 

And Kayn took it, feeling a strange warm grow inside of him. 

But this time it wasn’t rage. It was sweet. Comfortable. Nice. 

Is this what it’s like to feel wanted? 

He didn’t even notice when he was dragged inside the little bathroom, some random pop song playing on a small speaker settled in the sink. Ezreal kept working on Aphelios’ bleach, Kayn would only look. 

Until he finally noticed getting called. 

“Sorry, what?” He shook his head, trying to get his mind back to the present. 

“I asked you if you knew how to apply bleach.” 

Ezreal said 

“Ah, yeah, I’ve done it a few times before on myself and my sister.” He explained in an, again, uncommonly tender voice. 

“Great. Take the gloves over there and help me out with Phel.” Ezreal’s smile was so bright it caught Kayn like a spell, making him obey the order almost immediately, putting the pair of plastic gloves on and waiting for some sort of permission from the boy whose hair he was about to touch. 

“I don’t bite dude” Aphelios said, evidently talking to Kayn. 

He got the message though, as he immediately took one of the brushes, charged it with product and started spreading it through the other’s hair. 

This felt nice. 

He could get used to it. 

Don’t.

Ah, yeah. Thanks Rhaast. 

The three of them fell into a somehow comfortable aura, Ezreal singing along softly to the music still playing on the speaker, Phel tapping with his foot and even Kayn found himself humming the melodies of those catchy songs he had sworn to hate. 

“What are you getting done?” Ezreal asked out of the blue. 

Aphelios had let the other two know, about 5 minutes ago, that his voice had run out, so he wouldn’t be talking anymore, which made the scene even more quiet than before. 

“I was thinking pink.” Kayn found himself answering questions easily, unusual. 

You’re letting your guard down. 

Shut up, no one asked you. 

Ezreal looked at him funny and then laughed. 

But Kayn was for once able to understand. 

He wasn’t laughing at him. 

He was laughing with him. 

So an embarrassed chuckle left his lips, pulling another strand on Aphelios’ hair into his fingers to apply the bleach. 

“Not Barbie pink, like a neon-fuchsia kind of pink. Though about adding purple or green ends, not really sure if that would look good on me.” 

“What are you talking about? Purple ends sound sick.” Ezreal assured. 

“Never thought of cutting it? That much hair is gonna be a bit hard to bleach completely.” The shorter boy tried to reach a hand to the other’s hair.

Maybe it was Ezreal’s mistake, or maybe it was Kayn’s ghosts, but he flinched at the sudden move, wordlessly letting Ezreal know that his hair wasn't to be touched.

None of Kayn was allowed to be touched.

The taller man, ashamed of his reaction, remained silent as he took yet another strand of the boy sat in front of them, finishing up the last of the work he had to do.

Aphelios was extremely good at reading people, even when they were a sealed, curse-protected book like Kayn was, or like Sett had once been.

The boy tapped Ezreal’s hand, a petition for him to translate.

“I wanted to change my hair not because how it would fit in the band's concept, but because I want to leave my past behind. You know how they say hair holds memories? I strongly believe that's true.” Aphelios signed, Ezreal’s translation was immaculate, getting to transmit the other’s feeling.

“You don’t have to translate, I understand him.” Was this man never gonna stop surprising him? 

But he listened anyway, and made a small hum for the boy to understand he could start signing again.

“I think my black hair represents an era where I wasn’t happy. A period in my life where I thought I would never do music again, that everything I had once fought for was for nothing, all because I was stubborn.” Ah… the surgery.

“But now I know that's not true, and I think black hair Aphelios doesn’t know that. So I want to come into this new part of my life as a new person, and that means a new image.” The boy stopped signing, resting his delicate hands on his lap.

Ezreal shook both his hands vertically, more known as jazz hands, the sign used to represent applause in sign language. 

“I want to change my hair almost for the same reason. The blonde Ezreal was this cheesy pop icon, and don’t get me wrong, I love the fans I got because of my past albums and loved the chance to make music, but hated the experience.” He let out a bittersweet laugh. 

“I didn’t get to choose what I wanted my career to be like, I just got told to shut up and look pretty. I never got a say during creative development of my songs, they are not even mine, I didn’t even write them. I was literally the doll of some creepy old man who wanted a perfect boy to sing cheesy songs about innocent first love and shit like that. But I wanted so much more than that.” Both men were silent, giving the boy a space to talk as much as he wanted. 

“My hair was evidently another one of the things my label controlled. I’m a brunette but I’ve been bleaching my hair since I was 12. I wasn’t allowed to dye it or cut it if it wasn’t because my manager said I could.” 

“The industry is not a place for kids. But I was too deep in to realize that.” His gaze softened, feeling that well known pressure in his chest. 

“But now I get to choose, you guys gave me the chance to choose. Now I get to be who I want to be, I get to write my songs, experiment with my own rhythms and concepts… and dye my hair the color I want, that’s why I’m doing it.” 

Ezreal finished explaining, he let out a sigh, feeling how his shoulders relaxed with the confession. Who could’ve thought telling his story could be so relieving. 

Both were expecting for Kayn to go next, but neither pressured when the other remained silent, taking off his gloves as the two of them finally had finished applying the chemical into Phel’s hair. 

But neither complained when he sat on the edge of the bathtub, took a deep breath, and while playing with his long hair, started talking. 

“I think we all have similar reasons.” He started. 

“I haven’t had a haircut since I started living with my now dad. I was around 11, maybe 12. Cutting my hair has always been a hard topic because, as Aphelios says, hair holds memories and I guess I wasn’t ready to leave those memories behind.” 

“But eventually, I don’t know how, I just made my piece with never cutting my hair, ever. It even made me bond with my sister, she taught me how to braid it when it was reaching my chest and it was always looking like a bird nest.” He allowed himself to laugh.

“My hair has always been the easiest way for me to express myself, I used to color it a lot when I was in high school, but again, I never cut it. And when I joined my old band, I used my hair to hide away. Always wearing bangs and hair down cause that way most of myself was covered, people couldn’t talk, I couldn’t give those bitches more reasons to make my life hell, even though I always seemed to give many.” 

“Anyway. I think I just want to try a new look since I’m already giving a second chance to music.” 

Both of the boys in front of him gave him a warm smile, filled with understanding and love. 

It wasn't pity. It was empathy.

And Kayn never thought he would be looked at that way. 

The three of them spent a little more time talking. During that time, Ezreal had already chopped off half of his hair, leaving only one particular long strand in the very middle. 

Aphelios was rinsing his head in the tub with Kayn’s help, who couldn’t stop yelling at him for moving too much. 

“So… what are we doing with your hair?” Ezreal asked with a sweet tone, and Kayn knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Honestly?” Ezreal hummed with expectation. 

“Do whatever the fuck you want with it.”

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Ok maybe he shouldn’t have said that. 

You got yourself here, Shieda. 

Kayn’s mouth was hanging open, eyes widened as he looked at the long, very long pitch black braid Aphelios was holding in his hand, scissors in the other. 

“Kai Aphelios please tell me I didn’t allow you to do that” 

“Sorry not sorry bitch” 

“DUDE YOU LOOK SO GOOD!” Ezreal shook the others shoulders, even though said person was staring with horror at his own reflection.

Kayn’s reaction was certainly not what the other two were expecting. Since they got his consent all the way, they never thought the man would look so… heart broken. 

“Hey dude, breathe.” Ezreal started chuckling softly but nervously, clearly doubting if the other was just processing like a normal human being or was at the verge of a panic attack.

Aphelios tapped the stunned man’s shoulder twice, enough strength for the other to get out of the trance, worried look on his face as he was thinking the same as Ezreal. 

“Kayn?” Ezreal asked again, even more nervous. 

“I’m getting Yone” Aphelios was about to leave when finally made a reaction, making both guys let out a sigh they didn’t know for how long they had been holding it. 

He carefully raised his hand into the now neck length of his hair, caressing the tips softly as if he couldn’t believe he had actually chopped his hair for the first time in 12 years. 

He let out a shaky breath followed by a chuckle. He properly got a look at the mirror, brushing a hand from the top to the bottom of his hair, it definitely needed shaping, but it looked sick. 

Was it weird that he felt so alive? Even when it was just a haircut? 

Aphelios smiled when he noticed Kayn smiling, turning his head in every single angle possible in order to get a good view of his new hair. 

“We have to shape and style so you don’t end up with the Dora hairstyle, of course.” Kayn laughed properly at that. It actually looked like Dora the explorer. 

“Man, I can’t believe I actually like it.” He said finally, getting rid of the stress cloud he had created with his shock. 

“What can I say? In another life I was Beyonce's hair stylist.” Ezreal was relived Kayn wasn’t mad at them, and not only that but he also liked it. 

Kayn laughed again, keeping the smile on his face.

Has he ever noticed how pretty Kayn’s smile was? 

Shit, maybe this is getting homo.

The three guys kept chatting. It was Aphelios’ turn to help bleach the rappers hair while Ezreal was juggling between helping the songwriter and bleach his own roots. 

Suddenly, two knocks were heard across the bathroom, and with a simple hum the person behind it entered with a trail full of snacks, chopped fruit and two glasses of lemonade. 

“How’s the makeover going?” Yone asked with a tender smile, which grew wider when he saw Kayn sitting in the chair, letting the other two so freely touch his hair. 

“Didn’t know you were joining them.” Yone said and set the tray on the sink, the only spot left in the bathroom to put anything on. 

He stepped a little closer looking at Kayn through the mirror, who tried to ignore his gaze, a little embarrassed. “Short suits you well.” 

Kayn felt his ears heat, just like they did when Zed showed off his school art projects to the family or told him he did a good job at something when he was a kid. It felt nice. 

“I’m taking a picture.” He said and took his phone out of a pocket, setting it in camera mode.

Ezreal and Ahpelios cheerfully turned around and flashed a smile while Kayn only turned his head, leaving his body the exact same way. 

But Yone wasn’t having that. 

“Kayn, smile” He said behind the phone. 

“You’re lucky I’m even allowing you to take a photo of me, take it, damn.” 

“I don’t care, smile.” He said again, lowering his phone to meet Kayn’s piercing gaze. 

But the empty threat didn’t work on him. He had a little brother. Try again, bitch. 

“Come on Kayn, smile.” Ezreal tried. 

“Man, just take the damn picture, I don’t like smiling” he said, now groaning out of pure frustration. 

At the sight that the younger’s words were serious he rolled his eyes, but stopped the argument and just raised his arms to take the picture. 

His heart squeezed a little when, through the camera lense, he cought a little smile scaping from his face. Almost involuntary.

Yone smiled, he gently pulled his phone to his chest, slightly pushing it closer to his heart. 

“I’ll bring another lemonade for you. Keep up the hard work, guys.” The older one smiled, turned around and left the bathroom. 

Like promised, Yone came back just a few minutes later with another glass of lemonade and a monster for Kayn. 

By that time, they had already finished bleaching Kayn’s hair and Ezreal’s roots, only leaving color pending. 

Each one took their own colors and started applying them. Laughs and jokes could be heard all around the bathroom and the hallway, more intense singing and the sound of a hair dryer.

Finally, they finished the hair color. Aphelios being left with a stunning blue color, Kayn with a blinding hot pink with just as bright purple ends, and Ezreal with a soft but bright shade of green alongside the flattering new haircuts. 

“Ezreal you talented mother fucker” Aphelios claimed with a shocked smile while examinating his hair. 

“Not bad princess, who would’ve thought” The sass in Kayn’s voice was back, which was an amazing sign of his confidence coming back. 

Ezreal loved to see Kayn being comfortable enough to share his deepest thoughts, but he wasn’t gonna lie, it was scary, unsettling even. This Kayn was better.

After a proper bathroom photoshoot, Ezreal's treat, they cleaned up the absolute mess they have made, scrubbing meticulously the blue, pink, purple and green stains covering all of the sink, the bathtub, the floor and somehow the toilet. 

After finishing they all said their goodbyes, heading to their rooms (Aphelios went to Sett’s, but we're not gonna comment on that).

Before centering his room, Ezreal took a deep breath and somehow found the guts to turn to face the man who was about to enter his room as well. 

“Thanks for letting us in, Kayn. We’re not leaving, not even when you want us to. Sleep tight.” 

He didn’t let the other one say anything, he rushed into his room closing the door shut as he entered. He breathed for a little, feeling again this warm sensation on the chest and the tingling on his stomach. 

He enjoyed it. 

He enjoyed being with Kayn.

He could get used to it.

Meanwhile, Kayn was left in front of his door, hand frozen just a few inches before getting to the handle. He laughed and got inside. 

Ezreal wasn’t the only one left with a warm feeling and dumb smile, Kayn feeling a blush run all over his cheeks and ears. He never thought an afternoon with him would be enough to give him his heart on a silver platter, but here we are. 

How the hell?

The demon said 

“How what, dumbass?” 

How did you fall for him when you wanted to kill him a week ago?

“The fuck are you talking about? I didn’t fall for him.” Kayn now felt heat rushing to his ears again, but this time out of embarrassment.

Ah, my apologies, you are fallING for him.

The voice inside his head corrected. Kayn could practically see the eye roll. 

“It is none of your business.” 

I am quite literally INSIDE your head, everything you think is my business. 

“I don’t like him, it was just a nice moment we had together, with Phel too, as a bandmate, nothing else.” He quickly explained. 

Hm, however you prefer it, just remember, I know what you really feel. Be careful, this little joke hasn’t worked for you before and won't work now.

Kayn stood there in silence, still feeling the man’s presence. 

“I know… believe me, I know” And with that, he couldn’t feel Rhaast anymore, meaning he had gone somewhere far back in his brain. 

He saw the little light of his phone screen lighting, revealing a message from an unknown number. 

From: Unknown

HEEEYY :))

Asked Phel for your number, it’s really just to chat 

Sleep tight!

I’m Ez btw 

Kayn smiled. Of course he would text him.

From: You

Ah, ok, thanks.

You too.

From: Ez.

Is that your cat?

From: You

?

From: Ez.

The one in your pfp?

From: You

Ah, yeah. She’s my family’s

Adopted her when we were teens.

Her names Void.

From: Ez.

OMGG 😭😭

Shes so cute 

I wanna pet her :( 

From: You

Sorry princess, she’s back at home in Ionia.

From: Ez.

Ah, damn. 
I’ve never been to Ionia, looks like a nice place

From: You

It is

From: Ez.

Actually, I found an apparently authentic Ionian restaurant a few blocks away and thought of you, lol. 

We should go. 

Kayn thought a bit before replying. Should they?

From: You

His majesty thinks about me? I’m honored

But, it does sound good, ngl

From: Ez.

Next Friday at 9? 

From: You

Bet

From: Ez.

It’s a date! ;))

A date?

Well, now he has something to look forward to, that’s new as well. 

Lately a lot of things have been knew to him.

He sighed, changed clothes and hoped he could sleep at least a few hours before the busy schedule they had not only for the day but for the entire week.

But for the first time in a while, Kayn went to sleep not thinking tomorrow was gonna be a crappy day, he didn’t think he was gonna have to wake up to an empty house while everyone else hung out without him. 

Despite what he had told everyone, including himself about the situation, he did care, he did feel his chest tingle and his eyes burn whenever he realized how unwanted he was. But maybe it didn’t have to be like that anymore. 

For the first time in a while, Kayn went to sleep with a smile on his face. 

And the rest is history.

——————————————————

Back to the present (where that date was ages ago, followed by many more, filled with memories, stories and love) the boys were in the middle of a dream come true. 

Their very own concert. 

Not “featured artists”, not “special guests”, it was THEIR concert, only theirs. 

And what better than to share it with the love of your life. 

At least Kayn and Ez felt that way. 

Staring into each others eyes, the world stopped, no work, no problems, just each others eyes. 

But two gay dudes ain’t stopping the world, so Alune came back a few minutes later with the rest of the band and some members of the staff who neatly formed a circle around the pink haired girl. 

“Al right, everybody. Sorry you had to witness some stuff, but we’re back at it.” She smiled widely. 

“We’re gonna go over the schedule one more time. We’re starting off with the VIP kit handouts at 2:30, VIP access at 3:20, sound check at 3:30, general access at 5:00, our wonderful opening artist, Seraphine, at 6:00”

She emphasizes the ‘wonderful’ part looking straight at Seraphine, who was also at the stage. She waved and bowed at everyone present while the little audience flattered her with applause and whistles. 

“We continue with the show as planned in the tracklist and close doors at 9, then the staff is left to clean up and do the aftermath.”

“Let’s just go over the track list once again.” 

“We start with Seraphine, who’s performing ‘Pop/Stars’, ‘Childhood dreams’, ‘All The Things She Said’ and ‘Made Me This Way, then we move to a quick dance opening performed by our dance crew, followed by ‘Rock/stars’, then, then ‘Burn’, then ‘Agony of a monster’, 10 minutes of chat with fans, and then we jump off into solos, starting with ‘Lost In Silence’ performed by me and Phel, ‘Bad romance’ by Kayn, ‘Wow’ by K’Sante, we have a few minutes of chat with the public, then ‘Without me’ by Sett, Electronic mix by Yone and lastly, ‘Karma’, performed by Ezreal. After that we come back to the stage, talk a bit and we close with PARANOIA and the amazing choreography we have planned for it.” 

Everyone agreed, chest filling with excitement in every single one of them as they got into their positions, ready to perform their 100% and make every fan who made the effort to come, proud of them. 

Hours passed faster than they had thought. Suddenly they were all being pulled into their backstages, getting the last of their makeup, hair and outfits checked out.

Out of respect, they joined together in a circle when they announced it was finally Seraphine's turn to open the stage.

She looked gorgeous. Wearing a middle length pink dress with princess sleeves just as thin as air, open high heels with little butterflies across the laces of the heels, half of her hair, just as pink as before, freely running through her shoulders while the other half of it was tied in a high ponytail. The accessories and her make up matched perfectly. 

“Sera you look so pretty” Ezreal practically screened as he approached the girl, holding her tight despite the other being fairly taller than him. 

“Thank you so much Ez. And thanks everyone for the opportunity, means the world to me” 

Seraphine said

“We all are rooting for you Seraphine, do your best.” Yone assured, giving the other a hug as well. 

They were running out of time, so they just gathered their hands in the center, pulling them down and quickly up. 

“HEARSTEEL!” They screamed in unison. 

“And Seraphine!” Ezreal added, taking a laugh out of everyone. 

“Hey gorgeous.” Kayn walked from behind, breathing in his ear. 

But all then again, he was never once startled. 

Because Kayn smelled like cherry. 

“Hey baby.” Ezreal gladly said, letting the other man hug him tightly from behind. 

“Nervous?” Ezreal asked

“Me? Nah, what are you on?”

“It’s okay to be nervous, it’s a big show after all.”

“Nah, I’m just… I’m excited.” 

Ezreal smiled at that. 

He always smiles around Kayn, actually. 

“Sorry, Mr Shieda? We need to get your makeup done.” A lady interrupted, looking visibly upset she had to. 

“Not even a moment? Damn” he said to whoever could hear him. 

“See you soon, go get ready.” Ezreal said, standing slightly on his tiptoes to give the other a quick peck. 

They said their goodbyes, but Ezreal had to stay there for a bit. It all felt like a fairytale. The man of his dreams, living his dream, with amazing people who’d even pay to go to a show by him. It all felt magical. And he wanted to share it. 

They had already talked about making their relationship public, it’s not like it was a secret for anyone anyway, they just hadn't said anything about it. 

But oh, Ezreal wanted to shout to the world that Kayn was his just as much as Ezreal was Kayn’s. 

“What do you think?” He had asked one night with teary eyes. He saw a few posts about Senna, a member of True Damage, celebrating her anniversary with her husband. She just looked so happy and fulfilled. 

He got into an overthinking circle and started stalking the singer, envying each one of the posts she shared with the man. Cuddling, cooking, gifts, dinner, she shared all that with her fans. 

And he wanted that. 

“Babe, you know I don’t give a single fuck about what people think of us. I don't mind being public, or private, but I do mind seeing you this sad over something I may be ignoring. So I leave it up to you. Do you want us to go public?” The rapper answered. 

“I’d really like that.” Voice breaking, hands shaking. Ezreal made his confession. 

“Then we will.” Kayn said, pulling the green haired man into a tight embrace as the other let out rivers worth of tears. He started crying because of one thing, but the stress of the week got into him, breaking down over a stupid instagram post. 

“Let it out, princess.” Kayn reassured, kindly running hungers through the other’s hair, massaging his scalp and rubbing his back. 

Eventually, Ezreal calmed down. He wiped his tears and looked up at Kayn again. 

“Thanks, I love you.” Ez said with a tired smile. 

“I love you too” 

“Now, what were you thinking?” 

Ezreal couldn’t answer back then. 

But he could now.

“Hey, hun” The loud ball of sunshine crashed into the rapper’s changing room with a wide smile on his face making everyone look at him, stunned. 

“Hm?” Kayn murmurs, letting the other know he was listening. He couldn’t do much since their stylists were giving him the last touches to his hair and make up.

“Remember what we talked about the other day? About us?” Before giving the other time to answer, he giggled and placed his excited hands on the surprised man in front of him. 

“It’s happening. Tonight. I don’t care” 

Saying Kayn was speechless was an understatement. But Ezreal was just so happy, smiling from ear to ear and letting those adorable wrinkles around his eyes show. 

“And it’s gonna be Taylor motherfucking Swift.”

Kayn laughed at that, rolling his eyes and inviting Ezreal close, holding him by the hips while still sitting. 

“Are you sure? We can always wait” Kayn said, kind of worried Ezreal might be taking an impulsive decision he’d later regret. 

“100%, I wanna do it. During my Karma performance.” 

“And by the way, I’m gonna need your jacket.”

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Not much after that was said. Kayn was called backstage to prepare the equipment he needed for his presentation. 

He was nervous, heaven knew he was. This was his first time getting on stage by himself. He was scared that people may be angry at him, that maybe they had believed what the media said about him, about the kind of person he was. 

Kayn was breathing rapidly, head low and swinging back and forth on his feet. 

“Yo.” She said. 

Ah, he almost forgot he had invited her, well, more like he begged her to come backstage for moral support, she was his role model and biggest inspiration, it was only fair. 

“You need to breathe properly or you’re not gonna be able to keep up with the performance.” She said in a calm voice. 

“I can’t feel my legs.” He tried to laugh, but it only came out as a shaky breath. 

“Come on, grab my hands.” Before waiting for the other to process the order, she took both of the bigger hands into hers, rubbing them softly. 

Kayn was hesitant, focusing on breathing. 

She took this as a sign to bump their foreheads together, purposely hard. 

“What the fuck?”

“Everything is gonna go just fine, you’re gonna get into that stage, you’re gonna sing your lungs out and look so hot while doing it, and everybody is gonna scream your name from the bottom of their hearts, and you’ll feel more alive than you have ever been.” She said, not letting him finish. 

“I’m not like you ‘Kali. What if they don’t like me?” Ah, Akali would give anything to keep that cocky personality in his brother. As annoying as it can be, it was always better than seeing the real side of it. 

“You’re right, you’re not me. You’re Shieda Kayn. And you are about to show the world what that name means.” 

Kayn couldn’t contain himself. Hugging the shorter one tight. Almost as if he was trying to crush her back. But they were siblings, they knew each other, so Akali hugged him back, maybe just as strong. 

“Just don’t be that cool fans faint or something.” She laughed. 

“Hm, I’ll try, you know I can’t help being this gorgeous.” Ah, there he was.

The siblings stayed in that hug a while until staff members pulled him away to connect more stuff, fitting a small black box at the back of his pants and properly placing his in-ears; they were red with glitter and black splashes of paint.

But Akali never left his side. Helping with everything she could, handing him his phone so he could look at himself or take some before picture, making sure his hair looked good, quite literally anything.

And then Ezreal came into the scene. He was still in their last performance’s outfit, except for the blazer, which was removed ages ago.

“Don’t you look nice?” The smaller boy smiled widely, running both hands through the sides of his boyfriend, admiring him and the beautiful clothes he had on, which complemented the performance perfectly. 

Ezreal took a hand up the others hair, caressing it softly and removing a few rebel strands of hair from his face. 

“You’re gonna watch?” Kayn asked, he wanted it to sound flirty, but came out more like a little kid asking his parents if they were coming to his school function. 

“I’ll be here from start to finish, I’ll wait for you.” Ezreal smiled softly. 

To this, Kayn lights up, smiling as well. 

They all look to the side when the twins make their way backstage. Aphelios had teary eyes and Alune was a little out of breath. A staff member got them both a water bottle before disappearing again. 

In this time, Yone appeared as well, coming to celebrate the twins’ performance and say good luck to Kayn. 

“Congrats.” Kayn said to both of them, giving them a hug. 

“You did amazing!” Ezreal said, evidently more cheerful as he hugged both of them tight, both of them hugging back just as tight. 

“Congratulations, to the both of you.” Yone actually took his time to hug them individually, whispering some kind words to them. 

“Kayn, we need you in your position now.” A staff member said, sending shivers down the rapper's spine.

It was time.

“Go get them.” Yone said, placing a kind hand on his shoulder. Kayn nodded in appreciation.

“Wait! One little thing!” Ezreal said. 

The green haired boy took his signature glasses out of his head, cleaning them a bit and placing them neatly in front of the other’s eyes. In the process, he decided the eye patch AND the glasses were a little too much, so he took the patch away, shoving it into his pocket. 

“It will help with the following events, don’t worry.” Ezreal gave him a wink. 

“TEN SECONDS” Someone screamed at the back. Shit, he should really go. 

“Kayn! Get your ass back there!” Akali reminded the two love birds who got lost in their own world. 

“Ok, go get them, tiger.” Ezreal took him by the cheeks and gave him a soft, quick kiss. 

Kayn smiled and ran into his position, he was now full of confidence, ready to give the greatest performance he had ever given. Or at least try. 

And hell yeah he did. 

———————————————

Kayn’s presentation went amazing. The crowd went wild, screaming his name from the bottom of their hearts, just like his sister said. And god it felt amazing. Feeling like he was the only one in the world, god, even Rhaast felt genuine euphoria. 

“THAT’S MY MAN!” Ezreal shouted when he saw his boyfriend coming backstage. 

He was sweaty and out of breath, but that didn’t stop him from running towards the boy and hugging him tightly, lifting him as he turned, thin arms around his neck, soft lips pressing against his. 

The two of them hugged tightly for a few seconds before the older put Ezreal down to greet the multiple people gathered around. 

“Great work, Kayn, you did very well” K’Sante, who was getting ready for his performance said quickly, almost running to the backstage as he said it. 

“GOOD LUCK, MAN” He screamed back, getting to pat his back roughly, a way to share his best wishes.

“THAT WAS SICK!” Akali was the first to speak, roughly hitting her brothers back while she laughed and jumped lightly. 

“Bitch, don’t hit me!” He complained while laughing with her. 

The three of them walked into Kayn’s dressing room, happily chatting while also letting Kayn have a moment to catch his breath and process this success. 

“You were amazing, babe, really.” Ezreal reminded him, petting his hair and sitting by his side on the little leather couch, Akali sitting on a chair in front of them. 

“I know, thanks anyway, it was easier knowing you were there.” They looked at each other's eyes, smiling like two teenagers who only recently discovered their crush liked them back. Honestly? They still were, spiritually. 

Akali rolled her eyes and made a fake gagging sound, bringing all attention to her. 

“Man, I swear to god people are gonna find out about you two sooner than you think.” She said, leaning back on her chair. 

Both men looked at each other again, as if they didn’t know what to say next. Of course they were aware Akali would support their decision from start to finish, but they couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about it. Especially since they had told no one but each other about their plan. 

Even though Ezreal was the most worried about the older woman’s reaction, he knew Kayn was just as scared as him. Because he depends on her sister’s opinion a lot, maybe more than what he should. If she said it was a bad idea, maybe he’d think twice about their plan, and that would destroy Ezreal.

And he definitely didn’t want to destroy Ezreal. 

“About that…” Kayn took the first step, softly squeezing the green haired boy’s hand beside him. 

“What?” Akali changed her expression to a slightly worried one, it wasn’t common for his brother to get that… shy?

“We’re planning on making our relationship public.” Ezreal said, looking up and looking at the woman before them, who had now a slight smirk on her face. 

“Fuck you both, I thought you were gonna tell me you were gonna break up or something.” She said, letting out a very exaggerated sigh as she clenched her chest. Relief. 

The two men sighed in relief as well. Knowing she was worried about something else was refreshing. 

“How?” She asked. 

“No idea.” Kayn answered.

“It’s gonna be during my performance. I thought of something cute to do while singing, after that we’re making a post just so there’s no doubt.” Ezreal answered, since he was the only one who actually had an idea of how the show was gonna go. 

“Alright. I think it’s wonderful, rooting for you two.” She said. 

“I know you both said it to me cause you were worried, especially you, Kayn. If you want my opinion? Do it, you guys deserve to share your love to the world.” She finally said. Standing up and opening the little space’s door. 

“You’re on for the group speech. Hurry up.” She said, finally leaving. 

Both men looked at each other for the hundredth time that night. Laughing slightly, they left the dressing room as well.

————————————————

Well… there he was. 

Ready, perfectly in place, outfit on point, hair perfect, make up flawless. Kneeling on the platform under the stage, waiting for it to lift. 

He could hear the screams even through his in ear. They were expectant… anxious. 

And damn, so was he. 

“10 seconds.” Management talked through his in ear. Chills running down his spine. 

He hugged the leather jacket he was wearing tightly. It was Kayn’s jacket. 

The smell helped him calm down a little, as much as he could in literally seconds. 

He thought using his boyfriends jacket + giving the other his signature glasses would give the people a bit more of a clue before dropping the actual bomb. 

“Three” 

Here we go 

“Two” 

You’ve got this 

“One” 

Shine bright, Ezreal. 

The music starts playing, a deafening wave of screams fills the stadium, he feels alive, but also terrified. 

But he does it anyway. Cause that’s what artists do. 

You're talking shit, for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you’re relevant 

You’re terrified to look down

More screening. He comes out of a big blue and lavender smoke screen, looking gorgeous, projecting all the confidence he didn’t have just a few seconds ago.

Cause if you dare, you’ll see the glare 

Of everyone you burned just to get there 

It’s coming back around

The choreography goes smoothly, having a few backup dancers moving around him, imitating the lyrics in a theatrical way as he sings and performs, occasionally doing the same dance moves as the dancers.

And I keep my side of the street clean 

You wouldn’t know what I mean

Then, all the dancers gather around Ezreal. They get into a perfect triangle shape, waiting for the chorus to start.

Cause Karma is my boyfriend 

Karma is a god 

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend 

They start walking in a perfectly coordinated pace towards the end of the stage, getting closer to the public. Ezreal smiles, this is where he always wanted to be. 

Karma’s a relaxing thought 

Are you envious that for you it’s not? 

Sweet like honey 

Karma is that guy, sleeping in my lap cause he loves me

There was it, the first clue besides the jacket to what he was doing. He changed the lyric so perfectly that the public went nuts, screaming their lungs out as a dancer came close to him and theatrically placed their head on his lap, him sitting in another two dancer’s legs, glaring his hand nearly on top of their hair but not touching them, to give it more of a dramatic effect. 

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat 

Me and karma vibe like that. 

They all stand abruptly. During the ‘acrobat’ lyrics, a few of the dancers can be shown around the stage doing backflips and other tricks. A dancer approaches Ezreal with delicate but firm steps, offering his arm which he gladly accepts. Leaning on him as if he was singing the song to the dancer. 

Spider boy, king of thieves 

Weave your little webs of opacity 

My pennies made your crown

The dancers gather around Ezreal once again, making a somewhat similar shape of a spider around him, then abruptly pulling their hands back and into their chests like they grabbed something, then, making a gorgeous shape of a crown around Ezreal. Suddenly, all of them disperse against the stage, forming two neat lines. 

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don’t you know that cash ain’t the only price?

It’s coming back around

During that part, Ezreal stood between the two lines, singing and interpreting the song as the lyrics said. 

Then he approached the line on the left. 

And I keep my side of the street clean 

He made a brooding motion as he walked forward. The line on the right started screaming and throwing their hands up, fighting. 

Ezreal looked directly into the crowd. 

You wouldn’t know what I mean 

And then again, the dancers dispersed on the stage, dancing along the music without a sense in particular, leaving the stage spotlight for Ezreal as he sang the chorus in the middle of the stage.

Cause Karma is my boyfriend 

Karma is a god 

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend 

Karma’s a relaxing thought 

Are you envious that for you it’s not? 

Sweet like honey 

Karma is that guy, sleeping in my lap cause he loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat 

Me and karma vibe like that

The dancers start leaving the stage, leaving Ezreal alone. Crowd still screaming in euphoria.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I’m still here

The dancers come back stage, now wearing shiny and colorful jackets with ribbons hanging from the sleeves like those old country ones you see in every cliche cowboy. They gathered around Ezreal once again, leaving him in the front. 

Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground 

Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter 

Karma’s gonna track you down 

(Step by step from town to town)

Sweet like justice 

Karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit 

Karma is that guy, hair in pink 

Coming straight home to me!

There it is. He said it. He confesses what was stuck in his heart for so long, what had cost him endless nights of worry and woe, of wondering what people would think, or if his boyfriend would even want to be seen with him. 

At the thought (and also to make the message even clearer) he lovingly hugged the jacket around his body once again, smiling widely as he continued with the song. 

The crowd went wild, screaming so loudly because of the confession. 

Was it a joke? Was it fanservice? Were they dreaming? Were they being delulu again?

Yeah! Karma is my boyfriend 

Karma is a god 

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend 

Karma’s a relaxing thought 

Are you envious that for you it’s not? 

Sweet like honey 

Karma is that guy, sleeping in my lap cause he loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat 

Me and karma vibe like that

All of the dancers sat down in a circle around Ezreal. Waiting for the last moments of the song. 

Karma is my boyfriend 

Karma is a god 

Karma’s a relaxing thought. 

And like that, he sat down on the stage with the dancers.

The crowd screamed once again, cheering not only for Ezreal and the dancers, but also for the shocking (but honestly, expected) announcement happening right in front of them. All of the 35K people in that stadium could proudly say they got to see the announcement live, with their own ears and eyes. 

Ezreal smiled to the crowd one last time, winking and blowing a kiss, he ran to the backstage, being immediately greeted by the arms of his boyfriend, who was apparently just as excited to share their relationship as he was. 

“Thank you so much, thank you” Kayn murmured against the others' necks. Ezreal didn’t know what he was thanking for, but he hugged him tightly anyway, running a hand through the bright pink hair as some tears slipped down his eyes.

Everyone else let them have their moment. Stepping aside, even the staff members who were in charge to give Ezreal water and towels after his tiring performance. 

After a few moments, Kayn placed Ezreal down, but still wrapped a hand around the smaller’s waist, not wanting to let go. 

“You deserve it guys, I’m so proud of you.” Yone told both of them with a wide smile on his face.

“Leave any possible PR issue with me, you don’t have to worry.” Alune assured, just as happy as everyone else. 

The guys finally had to walk on stage, having a moment with the fans to chat and ask them about how their performances had gone. Overall just reinforce the already strong bond between the band and their fans. 

At the end of the day, they owed it all to them. 

Screaming could be heard as the six members walked onto stage, each one still wearing their performance’s outfit. Kayn and Ezreal got to walk holding hands. 

And it was fucking amazing 

“Sup? I’m Karma” was what Kayn decided to say the second he got the mic. 

And there you have it. Screaming again. 

It was obvious enough by now right? 

———————————

Fortunately, both of them got a massive amount of support. The hashtag ‘EzKayn’ and ‘KaynEz’ had went viral over social media in just minutes and it stayed like that for a few weeks, even more since the protagonists of this scandal and the other band members took this as the opportunity to post many pictures of them just… being them. 

Which the internet loved. 

Of course, there were some random dudes who attacked them for it. But it didn’t matter, because they had each other. 

And that’s all they needed. Cause they vibed like that.