「 bewitched 」 ᴋᴀʏɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter I

When you speak of introvert. What comes to mind?

An introvert is a shy, reticent person. A perfect description for someone such as yourself.

Growing up, you weren't really fond of interacting that much with other people. You would rather spend the whole day studying or playing games. Well, you do know how to socialize, but you were just to lazy to entertain that idea.

Of course, being an introvert, you didn't have that much friends except for a few whom you are dearly close with. You are rather fond of the idea of being alone in most cases.

It was a start of a new season, the kind in which it turns the breeze frigid cold as Christmas drew near. That would mean that you would be spending the days indoors, much to your preference.

But you'll have to disregard that idea for tonight. Your stomach's rumbling and the nearest convenience store is a few blocks away. You were too lazy enough to cook dinner so you thought, 'why not go to the convenience store instead?'.

Quickly putting on a hoodie, you grabbed your phone and your air pods before swinging the door of your house open.

Stepping out, you shuddered a bit at the cold breeze in the stillness of the night. The moonlit sky was comforting as it's moonlight cascaded over you like snow. Well, living in the suburbs isn't so bad after all.

A soft, contented sigh left your lips as you began to walk towards the direction of the convenience store. Putting on your air pods, you scrambled a bit with your phone, putting your spotify into shuffle.

As you walked through the quiet streets, the rhythmic beats from your playlist accompanied your journey to the convenience store. The familiar tunes blended with the serene night, creating a comforting atmosphere that eased your soul.

 A sudden buzz in your pocket interrupted your thoughts, and you pulled out your phone to check the notification. It was a message from your close friend, reminding you about HeartSteel's latest concert in town.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing how much they knew that you loved the boyband and especially the charismatic rapper, Kayn. You chuckled to yourself, thinking about how your friends often teased you about your "secret crush" on him.

Your focus on the phone was so intense that you didn't notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction until you collided with them. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you stumbled back, your eyes widening in surprise.

"Watch where you're going, yeah? I've got places to be," a voice, laced with arrogance and a hint of annoyance, snapped at you. Your gaze shifted from the pavement to the person you bumped into, and there he was, in the flesh. The notorious rapper of the band, HeartSteel.

His red hair with magenta streaks was unmistakable, even in the dim moonlight, and his piercing monochromatic eyes regarded you with a mix of irritation and curiosity. Despite the unexpected encounter, he didn't seem bothered to apologize. Instead, a sly smirk played on his lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Ya got a problem with staring or do you just like bumping into people?" Kayn's tone was brash, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

You, taken aback by the collision and his arrogance, stammered, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "No need to apologize, champ. Just be more careful next time. Wouldn't want you tripping over your own feet."

"I'm sorry, but are you the real Kayn? Shieda Kayn?" I asked, brows furrowed as I eyed him skeptically.

His eyes widened for a split second, and you could swear you caught a hint of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. He turned away briefly, muttering a barely audible "shit" under his breath, as if he hadn't anticipated being recognized.