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“God, what’s wrong with that locker?” Kyun mumbled under his breath, annoyed, when he fumbled the key while opening his locker at school. For the fifth time this week — and it was only Tuesday. “Stupid key, why is it not working?” He swore, tilting his head in frustration, when some tall shade showed behind him. Without turning away, he knew who it was - Castiel Veilmont. His so-called personal pain in the ass, who teased him on a daily basis, as if he was born for this.
“What little prince? Locker trouble again?” Castiel smirked, leaning over the shoulder of the shorter boy, tugging at one stray white lock of Kyun's hair, remembering its every detail.
“One more word and I will use you as a key, shove you into it and close you there for the rest of the day” He mumbled a threat, totally ignoring his heart beating like crazy, and red creeping over his ears.
“Oh please, you would not do that” deep, husky voice filled Kyun's ears, when he leaned over him more. “You love me too much” he added and the other boy groaned at those words.
“I swear, you must love pissing me off, don't you?”
“What little prince? Does it annoy you?” He challenged him, feeling pleasure from making Kyun all worked up, because of his teasing. His cuteness was almost unbearable, making him want to just kiss him right here, and now.
“Yes, it does Mister-Tease-or-My-Day-Won't-Be-Fulfilling” Kyun remarked, when his locker finally opened and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Spending so much time on this stupid-”
“Nu-uh! Watch your mouth, baby boy” Castiel mocked him, being so close to Kyun's neck that his warm breath sent the shiver down his spine. “Or i won’t lend you another cigarette”
“You are impossible… Don't you have better things to do? Like, hmm… I don't know— studying? We have a test today” He turned to him, fixing his oversized white sweater, before putting his long hair in a low ponytail. Just a simple movement of his hands doing a quick hairstyle, made the red-haired boy dumbfounded, and almost drool over that sight. “What? Cat got your tongue?” White smirked at Veilmont, who totally froze. It was a really rare, and preposterous picture to see. He quickly got his books, closed his locker and left the redhead, still frozen and drooling.
Lysander sighed, and approached his best friend, passing by Kyun, who was walking to the classroom. Ainsworth already noticed that his friend went into the deep hole of being in love but was too stubborn to even admit it out loud. That’s why seeing him like that, still affected by a simple act from the White, left him just speechless. He poked his head, which finally made Castiel contact with the Earth again.
“You totally zoned out, Castiel” Lysander announced, tired of his behavior. If he thought that his relationship with Deborah was insane, then that was even ten times worse. He got whipped before asking Kyun out.
“Wait, really?” Castiel blinked a few times and looked around. “Where did this rascal go?”
“To the classroom, Sherlock. And we should too...or not” A hum left the poet’s lips. “Only if you want Delaney to give you a detention for skipping the exam”
“She would give me ten detentions, and I wouldn't even complain. I have already been blessed today, nothing will ruin my day”
Lysander just sighed deeply, but didn’t say anything. Lately he didn’t recognize his own best friend. What happened to Castiel Veilmont, the most sarcastic, unbearable person in Sweet Amoris High School?
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The basement under high school smelled like fustiness and mold six months ago. It was a few days after the beginning of the school year. That time, when autumn slowly flickered into town, and Castiel finally came here. He wanted a while of quiet, calm time with his cigarette. Nothing more, nothing less. Still he was shocked, he came here that quick, normally he would wait until next week, but having Nathaniel on his tail, didn’t sound nice.
He leaned onto the dusty wall, lighting his cigarette, when he heard a soft, almost inaudible cough. For a second, he thought he imagined that, but it happened again. Louder. Castiel raised an eyebrow, and slowly approached the big pile of boxes. The cough happened again, behind them. He looked there.
And for a second, he didn’t hate that school for the first time in his existence.
His gray eyes landed on the, subjectively, the prettiest boy on this earth.
Long, white hair, slightly curled, hugged slim, heart shaped face. For a second, it seems like an angel came down to the earth. Deep, big, doe eyes stared at him, frozen mid smoking a cigarette from the worst brand, but Castiel ignored that. After that his eyes went to his clothes. Which was…kind of interesting.
Angel, as Castiel called him, was wearing white Victorian style shirt, black corset, long, black trousers, with fishnet stockings under them and army boots. He could contemplate more, only if the other boy hadn’t broken the silence with his…
“What? Searching for a brain?”
Such a feisty, little angel huh?
Castiel couldn’t help but smirk.
“Smoking here, and hiding behind this box, little prince?” he teased and leaned onto the chest behind him.
“No, but the headmistress already scoffed at me for that.” Angel mumbled. “Who are you by the way?”
“Castiel”
“Sounds like a biblical name.” White haired boy rolled his eyes, and turned to his cigarette.
“And yours?” He raised an eyebrow, almost chasing the other one's eyes at this point, forgetting his intention.
“Kyun, I am new here” Kyun replied.
“Cute name, perfect for a little prince like you” Smile spread across Castiel’s mouth.
“You are a pain in the ass… Did anyone already tell you that?”
“Our headmistress…And her pet Nathaniel too”
Kyun tried to not laugh at that, but it didn’t work out. He giggled.
“Yeah, you are the kind of type that I should keep away from me.”
“Oh, You better do” He teased and winked at him.
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Finally school ended for that day, and Kyun could lay in bed in his room, to rest after a hard test. He had always loved chemistry deep down in his heart, but sometimes it was draining to take all of those tests made by Mrs. Delaney. He quickly changed into an oversized Crowstorm t-shirt, and some pair of shorts, and leaned onto a bunch of pillows, scrolling mindlessly socials. It was a rare opportunity to even not think about homework, so he wanted to do anything without feeling under the weather for it.
His eyes scanned through some photos of his old classmates, and even two pictures of him and Micah, that were taken in class in music school. Sometimes he was picking up his friend, from guitar lessons to go for fast food. Kyun wanted to go further, when a message disturbed him.
It was Micah.
From: Micro
To: Kyuu
HEYY BRO!~~ I know it’s sudden and all, BUT- Me and my friends are planning to make a band, but we don’t have any singer or songwriter - And I remembered you had an excellent talent so I thought I would ask you, if you would like to join us?
He stared at that for a few long seconds.
It was right, he sang sometimes in the meantime, and even wrote some lyrics from time to time. Occasionally he was wondering if he should start writing again, but he had always found excuses to not do it. His mind was telling him sometimes that he was not good enough to do it more seriously.
Especially when he was not writing any piece, or longer lyrics than his own homework for some long time.
From: Kyuu
To: Micro
I don't know, Mic… I didn't write any song for a year, and there are people who sing better than me. And I should kick your ass for not giving any sign of life for that long time -;-
He sighed deeply and sank into his bed. Many thoughts were in his mind. When he was younger, his dream was to sing and to share his art with people. But it got more exhausting and like a work, that sucked his energy.
Another notification with a new message came out on the screen, but this time it was Castiel. Kyun rolled his eyes at that, already annoyed. Even there he was bothering his ass.
From: Cast-atrophe
To: Ky
What's up little prince? Did you missed me?
Kyun scoffed.
From: Ky
To: Cast-atrophe
Even at home human can't have peace… what do you want? My time, my heart, my soul?
From: Cast-atrophe
To: Ky
Heart sounds tempting… but nah not this time, prince. I need your help.
Kyun raised an eyebrow at that words. Castiel never asked for help. Or more like he never asked Kyun for any.
From: Ky
To: Cast-atrophe
With what?
From: Cast-atrophe
To: Ky
You will see, princess ;)
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“… Couldn’t you just ask Lysander?” Kyun raised an eyebrow, observing how Castiel was doing some weird movements, shoving his back into his eyes. As if taking out the guitar was only going well, while showing ass to someone’s face. “I didn’t ask to look at your ass”
“Lysander wouldn’t appreciate this view as much as you.” Kyun rolled eyes at those words from him. “Don’t roll your eyes on me, you said yourself that I play wonderful on a guitar.” Castiel remarked.
“It was one time, don’t flatter yourself too much. Pride doesn’t fit you.” He estimated and leaned onto the wall. “So? What you wanted to show me? I hope it’s not your ass, because I am really disappointed with that, then.”
“My ass is not disappointing.”
“Whatever. So?” Kyun raised his eyebrow. Meanwhile, Castiel sat on the chair made from some boxes, he had found in school’s basement earlier that day, with his guitar in hands. This made him stop in his tracks, when Veilmont started playing on it. It took him a few moments to realize what he is playing.
Few weeks ago, Kyun was sitting in the back of the library. His hair were down, and was listening to the music on the earphones, while writing some random lyrics in his notebook. From time to time, it was helping him to organize his thoughts. Music filled his ears, and nothing else existed.
Just him and his mind.
Well until someone didn’t take one of his earphones from his ear, suddenly.
Castiel. Again.
At first, he didn’t know, how Veilmont found him. No one, besides Alexy and Rosalya, knew about his whereabouts, during lunch break. To be honest, library was a better place than canteen, in his opinion. Less talking or seeing School’s Mean Girls, the best.
*“What the- Give it back!” He growled quietly. The last thing he wanted, was to get scolded for listening to music there. Or talking too loud.
“You really listen that crap?” Castiel asked, listening to the music on earphone, he had taken.
“It’s not crap.” Kyun mumbled annoyed, and tried to get hold of his earphone. “Cigarettes after sex are not making crap.” He announced, finally succeeded.
“It is.”
“Shut up.” Kyun hissed, and sat back on the floor.
“Wasn’t you saying that they are making crap?” Kyun asked after he found back words in his throat. He would lie, if he would say it didn’t affect him any way. Seeing, and hearing Castiel playing his favorite song was not in his mind, ever. Even in dreams.
“It’s still crap. I just wanted to test some other techniques in playing. Don’t let it get into your mind, little prince.”
“Will you ever stop calling me that?” Kyun sighed deeply, with arms on his chest.
‘‘Never.”
“I hate you.” Kyun whined, and sat on the floor.
“You don’t~~” He teased him more.
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Castiel.” Kyun hissed.
“Kyun.” Castiel hit back, with rough voice.
Kyun couldn’t help but blush a little at this tone. Which was weird. He was a boy, not some innocent girl that has a crush on a prick that loved teasing her, to get red from something like this. And not from Castiel, from all people that exist.
What he didn’t notice, was that how close Castiel got to him. He tensed, when he caught him mere centimetres away from his face, with his eye.
“You don’t hate me. Right?” His breath literally tingled Kyun’s cheek, and neck, which send shivers through his body. Kyun gulped, Castiel’s appearance felt intimidating at this moment.
“Even if I don’t, you are still pain in the ass, Castiel.” He stated.
“Hm, I think I can live with that.” He laughed a little, still looking into his eyes. Still, he looked like he didn’t plan to back away from him. On the contrary, he got even closer to him, his warm breath, pulling some deep strings of Kyun’s heart, that was like a galloping horse now.
“Cas- What are you?”
“Shhh… Just let me…”
Their lips barely touched in that second. They both didn’t know what to do, but eventually Kyun leaned a little closer, to Veilmont. The kiss was delicate. Not like anything, how Castiel would kiss anyone, in his mind. Not that he even thought about how he kiss! No, absolutely not…
Well alright, kinda.
But would anyone blame him?
Sometimes it was natural to think about it, when someone bothers you all the time, and you just wish to kiss them to shut them up.
Right?
First seconds were a test, until they finally let themselves sink into it. Deepening a little more kiss, Castiel’s hands magically grasping onto his hips, and making him sit on his lap. Hard thigh muscles were digging into Kyun’s ass, but they didn’t want or have a moment to even bother with that.
Reluctantly they parted, after some long time breathing heavily for air.
“Well, that is something worth remembering. Little prince is flustered.” He hummed, putting away white strand of Kyun’s hair.
“Says the one who is obsessed.” Kyun replied, tilting his head.
“Fair, but don’t tell it anyone, someone would think I have a soft side.”
Kyun just rolled his eyes again, without energy for that guy.
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