Levine had always lived a life stitched with trouble.
Ever since he understood the world, he knew it was just him and his mother. His father had walked out on them, leaving behind only silence. But his mother-she was his everything. She worked day and night, hands blistered, back aching, but she never let Levine feel unloved.
She couldn't give him her time, but she gave him something better- companionship in the form of a phone. And later, a computer. That one request, that single moment she saw him smiling at a screen, made her spend everything she had to buy him a PC.
That's where it all began.
Levine started streaming-games, laughter, silly rants to fill the silence in his house.
At first, there were barely any viewers. But soon, people began to notice him. His natural charm, his addictive laugh, the way he talked to the screen like it was his best friend. Views rose. Superchats poured in.
For the first time, Levine didn't feel alone.
He'd skip school, game all night, sleep all day. His mother couldn't scold him-how could she, when she was barely around herself?
But things changed when the teachers got involved.
And that's when he entered his life.
Kallen.
The one whose comments on his stream left him a stammering, blushing mess. The one who made his heart skip with just a few typed words. The quiet, cold boy from his class turned out to be the one who knew him best.
Kallen loved silently. Obsessively. Sensually. And only Levine.
And Levine? He fell hard. Harder than he ever thought possible. Every second with Kallen-be it quiet afternoons, stolen kisses, heated touches, or simple glances-was pure magic.
He didn't need anything else. Until one day... his phone rang. His mother's voice was urgent. She was at the countryside. Something about him. His father. Levine had no choice. He had to go. So he did. Levine's fists clenched the moment he stepped off the bus.
He had to come here, without any notification or thoughts. He couldn't even inform Kallen about it. And it made him worry if Kallen would be mad, not seeing him present. However, seeing that man before made him angrier that he forgot everything.
There he was-that man. His so-called father, standing in front of the village crowd, hurling insults at his mother as if the past years never happened. As if he hadn't abandoned them.
Levine's blood boiled. He rushed in, placing himself between his mother and that man.
"What do you want now?" Levine snapped.
"Money," the man grunted shamelessly. "My wife's pregnant. I got responsibilities now."
Responsibilities? Levine almost laughed. Where were you when Mom was working two jobs to feed me?
But he didn't. He couldn't.
His mother tugged at his sleeve, silently begging him not to make a scene. So he gritted his teeth, swallowed his fury, and tried to get rid of him peacefully.
But the bastard wouldn't leave.
Instead, he snatched Levine's phone. "This'll do for now." Levine reached to grab it back-but stopped. If it meant he'd leave... so be it.
When the man finally walked off, Levine helped his shaken mother back to their old home. The place hadn't changed much. Same creaky door, same dusty furniture.
He made her tea, gently rubbed her shoulders, and whispered calming words until she smiled faintly. Then, with a heavy heart, he went to his old room.
It was smaller than he remembered. The wallpaper was peeling, but the memories were fresh-him curled up on the bed, crying quietly into his pillow while his mother was out working.
But now... he wasn't thinking of the past.
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the empty space where his phone should be.
Kallen.
He hadn't contacted him all day. No texts, no calls. No anything. And knowing Kallen...He wouldn't take this silence lightly. Levine could already picture it-Kallen's cold expression tightening, his obsessive thoughts spiraling. He ran a hand through his hair, heart pounding.
Please wait a little longer... just a little longer, he whispered to the air.
The entire day passed. Then another.
Before Levine knew it, he'd spent two full days in the scorching countryside heat, living in discomfort with messy hair, sweat-stained skin, and the constant fear of that man showing up again. The lack of signal, no phone, and no proper internet meant he still couldn't contact Kallen. Not even a single message. He hated it.
Today, he woke up sweating, wearing his jeans, a super thin, skin-clinging shirt, and his jacket tied around his waist. His eyes were heavy, his body hotter than usual, and his mood? At its worst.
And then-his mother's voice. Panic in her tone. He rushed out. And there he was. Again.
Levine didn't hesitate this time. He moved past his mother and grabbed the man's collar, yanking him close with rage in his eyes.
"Okay this is enough! What the fuck do you even mean your mistress is pregnant and you need money? If you're broke, why get her pregnant in the first place? What kind of bullshit are you spewing here?"
His voice cracked with heat and frustration. "You have no shame coming back to your ex-wife and abandoned son asking for money like it's nothing. You disappeared for years, and this is all we're worth to you?"
He shoved him back, still holding control-barely. "I'm only being calm because you're older. Don't make me regret it."
The man scoffed. "Wow. So this is how you talk to your father?"
Levine's blood snapped.
"You-fuck you! You're not my father. Don't even use that word-it's disgusting!"
And just like that, his fist flew. A hard punch landed square on the man's jaw, knocking him to the ground.
The man groaned and turned to his mother. "Is this how you raised him? He can't spare some money for someone in need? What manners do you teach?"
Levine shook with rage, raising his fist again. "I swear, I'll fucking kill you-"
"Stop. Don't get your hands any dirtier."
A cold voice, deep and calm, echoed like thunder.
Levine froze. His entire body stiffened.
His eyes lifted slowly, unbelieving.
"K-Kallen...?" he breathed.
There he was. Cool, composed, beautiful as ever. Kallen stood tall, his eyes scanning Levine's sweaty, exhausted form with a darkness that only deepened when it landed on his bare arms and stained shirt.
Without a word, Kallen stepped closer, brushed Levine's clenched hands down with gentle fingers, completely ignoring the crowd.
Then the man dared to speak again. "Who's this supposed to-"
Before he could finish, a sleek, black credit card hit the dirt with a quiet thud.
Kallen didn't blink. "It's yours. Now disappear."
The man blinked, stunned-then greed took over. He snatched it up and ran like a beggar who hit the lottery.
Kallen turned politely, bowing slightly to Levine's stunned mother.
"I deeply apologize for interfering in your family matters like this."
Her eyes widened in surprise before softening with a smile. "Ah, so you're the Kallen. My Levine talks a lot about you at dinner. I finally get to see you. You're so handsome, dear... and thank you."
Kallen gave a light, respectful nod... but his hand never left Levine's.
And Levine?
He just stood there, breath caught, eyes stuck on the boy who came all this way for him.
Levine's mother had warmly welcomed Kallen into the house. After a brief conversation and a few words of reassurance, she had sent them ok inside to let Kallen rest. Levine led him to his bedroom, small, a bit messy and hot.
It was Kallen's first time being in such a calm, peaceful yet kinda hot place like this, but it didn't matter. It felt different with Levine.
After days of worry, fear, and frustration, this was where he was supposed to be-finally with him. His chest relaxed as he sat on the edge of the bed, the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath them barely breaking the silence.
Levine locked the door. "How'd you get here..."
Before he could even finish his sentence, Kallen moved with an intensity that surprised him, his arms wrapping tightly around Levine's waist. He buried his face in his stomach, pulling him in so close that the world outside felt miles away.
Kallen's embrace was so tight, so possessive, it made Levine smile without realizing it.
Levine's fingers automatically found their way into Kallen's hair, threading through the strands as he let out a soft breath, enjoying the quiet comfort between them.
It was a strange stillness, laced with so much intensity that neither of them could ignore.
Kallen didn't say a word, only holding him there, as if he couldn't bring himself to let go. Slowly, though, Levine shifted, pulling away from the tight embrace to sit on Kallen's lap. He cradled Kallen's face gently, the tip of his nose brushing against Kallen's as he whispered, "I missed you."
A soft hum escaped Kallen, his eyes dark and filled with longing before he leaned in, kissing Levine with an urgency that was both tender and fierce. His lips were hard, demanding, as though trying to express all the emotions he had bottled up during their time apart.
Levine's heart raced, his mind spinning. As Kallen kissed him, he pulled back just enough to ask, "But how are you here? Where'd you get the address from? Did I even give it to you?"
The question barely left his lips before Kallen's kisses trailed from his lips to his neck, his hands sliding under Levine's shirt.
Levine bit his lip, feeling the heat rush to his face as Kallen's touch set him on fire. He didn't stop him. Instead, his fingers tangled in Kallen's hair, giving him access as he leaned back into the bed.
Kallen answered, his voice low and steady, "School." His hands slid further beneath Levine's shirt, exploring every inch of skin they could reach.
Levine laughed softly, his face flushed, "Oh, yes. I forgot they hold that information... Well, I knew you'd miss me, but I didn't expect you to come all the way here... Guess I did get you too obsessedly in love." He smirked, his voice teasing but filled with affection.
Kallen's expression darkened, a smoldering intensity taking over his gaze. His eyes bored into Levine's, filled with something raw and unfiltered. "Good that you know," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Always keep yourself prepared. I don't know how to love gently."
Before Levine could respond, Kallen flipped him onto the bed with ease, his body hovering over him in a fluid, commanding motion. The air in the room shifted instantly, the space between them now charged with something darker, more intense.
Levine's breath hitched as he looked up at Kallen, his pulse quickening. He knew what was coming. He knew how Kallen loved-fierce, consuming, and without mercy. It wasn't gentle, but it was everything.
As Kallen leaned down, pressing his lips against Levine's once again, all thoughts of resistance melted away. Levine pulled Kallen closer, wrapping his arms around him as they sank deeper into the heated, urgent kiss.
This was their love-unfiltered, raw, and undeniably theirs.