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No one wanted to play with me as a little kid; so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since
Ezreal looked around the playground. All the kids smiling and playing with their friends, falling over and helping each other up, pushing each other on the swings, on the merry-go-round, racing on the monkey bars.
The one toy who no one played with was the seesaw, which is where Ezreal usually spent his time during recess. Girls wouldn't play with him, he was a boy, and boys are gross. Boys wouldn't play with him either, he was far too... girly for them.
Ezreal tried his best everyday. He would go to the treehouse and bring pots full of sand to the girls playing there as offerings, only to get a curt 'thanks' and a wooden door slammed on his face.
He would go to the boys who were playing tag, ask them politely if he could play with them, earning bursts of laughter in response.
As he grew up, he learned to meticulously plan his way into personal relationships, every single decision he made was weighed on a rigorous scale, as he measured the perfect amount of effort to put into them.
And yet, no matter how much he planned, at least one out of five of these relationships would end up with him getting hurt in some way, whether it be a romantic relationship or a corporate one.
To make them love me and make it seem effortless; this is the first time I've felt the need to confess.
There were multiple times in Ezreal's career where his fans were the only thing keeping him going, the overwhelming amount of people showing him their support. He clinged on to this parasocial relationship like a lifeline, dreading the day it ever goes away.
That was a relationship quite easy to maintain. All he had to do was smile and wink at the cameras, always appear cheerful and youthful, have a perfect body, perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect behavior.
Act cute enough and show enough of his body for fanservice, but not so much to be seen as an attention seeker. Uphold a skinny appearance even if at the expense of his own health, but still ensure he's doing fine and is under a healthy diet. Have a smile on his face at all times, 'You don't want to give the company a bad image now, do you?'
Have a perfect, flawless soul.
And I swear; I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I can
For a while, Ezreal didn't know whether being fired from his company after being a huge disappointment was a bad or a good thing. Having been invited to be a part of a musical passion project moments after what could've been his breaking point.
But as he sat on one of the stools surrounding the kitchen island in Heartsteel's shared apartment, smiling as he watched how K'sante held above his head a tray full of Christmas cookies, those of which Kayn desperately tried to get his hands on, it seemed to click.
Maybe it was for the best after all.
So I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me
Right now, Ezreal found himself deep in thought. He had been with Heartsteel for a couple of months now, relationships that started on a tightrope were now steady as a rock.
Well, all except for one.
Kayn was an interesting guy. The first time Ezreal ever heard his work was when he was invited to join the band, and he was pleasantly surprised.
He would be lying if he said that from the moment he saw Kayn for the first time in person, there wasn't any sort of attraction present.
As he slowly came to terms with this fact, so did Kayn, and they both embarked on this weird, on and off situationship , as Ezreal would call it.
He didn't quite know when their relationship went from constantly going at each other's throats to banter during the day, long make out sessions during the night, and God knows what they were up to at two in the morning (usually late night rides on Kayn's motorcycle.)
More often than not, he would find himself waking up on the man's bed, under the myriad of posters on his wall, pleased to find out about the posters of himself.
He'd have his face buried in the crook of Kayn's neck, taking in the scent of his shampoo. A single strong arm wrapped around him, while the other served as a pillow for his head.
As he slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the rays of sunlight peering through the blinds on the other side of the room, he focused his gaze on the other man's face.
It was a rare sight. Kayn's usually scrunched up face looked... soft, almost delicate. Ezreal reached his free hand up to the man's face, resting it on his cheek, reveling on how soft it felt.
Kayn slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head just enough for his lips to reach Ezreal's hand, placing a soft kiss on the warm palm.
To say that knocked the air out of the (natural) blonde's lungs was an understatement. "Mmh, morning." Was what left Kayn's mouth in a low, raspy voice.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
I laid the groundwork, and then saw a wide smirk on your face you knew the entire time
From that moment on, Ezreal decided he needed that specific relationship with Kayn to last .
So obviously like any sane human being, he made a master plan. He was going to make Kayn fall hopelessly in love with him if it cost him his career.
He had been pacing around one of the rooms in the hotel where Heartsteel was having a post-tour party, rethinking and tinkering every step of his plan until it was absolutely perfect.
Step one: Corner him.
Well, not exactly. The plan was to get him somewhere secluded, not too crowded but not too suspicious. He settled for the same hotel room he was in at the moment, from where he'd call for Kayn, claiming he needed help picking an outfit.
Step two: Set a mood.
He needed the atmosphere to be right, to have the perfect amount of friendliness and romantic tension that was found between them on the daily. Dimming the lights and putting on some music would do good.
Step three: Wine.
To help with the atmosphere, he set aside a bottle of wine he got from the wine cabinet in the hotel's restaurant area. He wasn't exactly planning on getting drunk, just some liquid courage.
Step four: Looks.
As he gets ready, he needs to make sure he looks as lovely as possible, he needs to be irresistible and to look absolutely flawless.
And then, Kayn would have no choice.
Once he decided it was time to put his plan into action, he messaged the man who had been plaguing his mind for months.
After it was sent and seen, he started to get some stuff ready, put the wine bottle right on the counter, set aside an outfit he'd pretend to ask help with, and dimmed the lights, obviously.
He nearly jumped when he heard a knock on the door, he rushed towards it and opened it, seeing the face he was expecting to see but not prepared to see at all.
He'd grossly underestimated how good Kayn would look in evening clothes; all he could do was stare in awe, mouth hanging open at just how good the man looked.
"You needed me?" He asked.
Always. "Y-yeah uh... can you... help me pick out an outfit? I'm kinda stumped." Ezreal laughed awkwardly trying to regain his composure.
He made way for Kayn to step into the room, closing the door behind him as the other looked around, as if it was his first time in the room.
Eager to follow through with his foolproof plan, Ezreal decided to speak up. "I'm gonna finish up my makeup first." He was about to make his way towards the bathroom when he tripped on the belt of his bathrobe and fell face first into the floor.
"Oh shit- Ez, are you okay?" Kayn rushed from the other side of the room to where the boy layed, absolutely mortified.
Ah shit. "Yeah I'm... I'm alright." He took the hand reaching out to him.
When he got up to his feet and looked Kayn in the face, he almost forgot all about his plan. The genuine concern on the man's face made him weak.
"You sure? That was a pretty loud thud." He chuckled, fixing Ezreal's hair.
Oohhh my GOD.
"Uh huh..." For a moment he got lost in the man's eyes, "I uh, I'm gonna go now." He snapped out of his thoughts and stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Ezreal looked into the mirror, his face was an embarrassing shade of red. So this was a disaster so far. He slapped both his cheeks lightly, trying to get some sense into his head. Pull yourself together Ezreal.
He breathed deeply and finished his makeup. When he opened the door he saw Kayn standing in front of him, his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
The man leaned into Ezreal before opening his mouth to whisper in his ear, "What're you planning here, Ez?"
You knew that I'm a mastermind
Play dumb! "I... Wh- what do you mean?" He laughed awkwardly for the second time within minutes, dreading the way his plan was slowly going down the drain.
Kayn chuckled, "Dimmed lights? Music?" He looked over to the bottle of wine on the counter. "Wine?" He smirked. Stupid.
Ezreal averted his gaze to his side, "I don't know what you're talking about."
He felt cold, calloused hands lifting up his chin, urging him to look up. The sight that he was met with was breathtaking. Kayn had the most genuine smile he had seen and it destroyed him. "Ez?"
He was gone by now, and gave up on his plan completely, "Hmm?"
And now you're mine
Kayn only smiled softly at him before closing the space between them, locking his lips with Ezreal's, engaging in a perfect dance.
Ezreal had his eyes shut tightly, hands gripping on Kayn's black silk shirt, forcefully as if he'd spiral into insanity if he let go. He slowly raised his body on his tiptoes, drowning even deeper into the kiss. His hands traveled from Kayn's chest to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the latter's neck.
He let out a breathy moan as he felt the other's tattooed arms snake around his waist, wrapping tightly around him as if he would disappear any second.
They pulled away slowly, Ezreal letting out a dreamy sigh with his eyes still shut, while Kayn rested his forehead against the mop of green hair.
As Ezreal slowly opened his eyes, he was met with that shit-eating grin once again, this time, a little more fond.
Yeah all you did was smile
Ezreal whined and buried his face on Kayn's chest, trying to hide his blush, "How did you know?" His voice was muffled by the material of the other's shirt.
Kayn couldn't help but chuckle, "Aside from the obvious mood you tried to set in the room," He said as he felt Ezreal shrinking further into his chest, "I thought it was pretty suspicious that you of all people would ask for fashion advice, especially from me."
Ezreal finally pulled away from his chest, pouting with an expression of slight disappointment, "Hey prince?" He heard Kayn's voice above him, shooting his eyes up to look at the taller man. "You have anything you wanna say to me?" He asked.
Ezreal thought about it for a few seconds, eventually coming to the conclusion that he'd come all this way, he might as well do it now, "I... think I'm in love with you."
He stood there, anxiously as he waited for a scoff, a sarcastic remark, anything of the sort, but all he got was a kiss to his forehead.
Kayn pulled away and smiled, "And I've been in love with you, for a while now."
That revelation made Ezreal's head spin, before he could say anything though, he was pulled into another kiss, short but still sweet. They pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other's. Smiling like two idiots.
Looks like he didn't need the plan after all.
Cause I'm a mastermind.
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