Kayn looked at you basically being seated on Ezreal's lap, your legs over his lap as his hands played with your thighs. You were showing him something on your phone, god he hated you. No, that's false. He couldn't hate you, he hated Ezreal. Hated him for taking what he wanted so badly, what he longed for ever since you walked through the doors of the dorm to visit the vocalist to bring him his jacket back he lend you.

If he knew the two of you were dating for publicity, he wouldn't be so jealous. The rapper wouldn't have this constant frown on his face, the constant need to throw something at Ezreal whenever the two of them saw each other. Which was every day, due to all of HEARTSTEEL living together in the end. It was torture, hell on earth.

He wanted you to have your legs over his lap so he could touch your thighs like this while you showed him random videos you thought were funny. It should be him. How did you even end up with Ez out of all people? He was clearly so much better, but no. Now he was in the shadow of some...twink that got all your affection. He doesn't even want to think about how often your lips touched his skin.

Or how often Ezreal's finger trailed over your skin, the fingers that should belong to him. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he let out an annoyed grunt and leaned back on the arm chair in the dorm's living room, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glared daggers at his band member.

But oh, how his face softened when you looked at him.