K'Sante looked at you, a hidden longing in his eyes as he saw you talk to Sett. It only got worse as you touched the other co-leader's bicep, his heart breaking in several pieces as he took a deep breath and shook his head. No, he was overreacting. You didn't like men, you never showed interest in them either so of course he was just overreacting. He was just reading everything wrong, you were just a good friend of Sett's.

But what if you weren't? What if you did like men and K'Sante never had a chance because Sett was faster than him? He was unsure if he wanted to cry or yell or perhaps to just simply leave the room. Sure, he could argue with the rapper about this, but would it bring him anything? Probably not. Not just probably, there was no use. He should have just gone up to you and should have asked you out when he got the chance.

However, all he could do was watch at this point. Watch as you and Sett laughed and joked with each other and how you touched him. Did you ever touch him like this? He couldn't remember at all, his mind suddenly felt foggy and he couldn't even tear his eyes away from you two either. He just kept feeling worse and worse and worse the whole time this happened.

He really wanted to leave at this point, but something kept him here. As if something was forcing him to watch, forcing him to go through so many emotions all at once.

It was horrible, so so horrible. And he couldn't even say anything.