Pleasure Series #1: Pleasure to Love You

Third Person's POV

Disero was too bored. He was forced to go to the school for the orientation. Having this school was his idea, but he doesn't like to go to those boring orientations. All of those workers there can handle it. But, of course, he had no choice but to go. He still wanted to say no to his father, but he knew that they definitely would not allow him to sneak out.

"Kirke, drive," he said with a cold, blank expression. He still could not believe that he would come to that university just because of this orientation that would eat one to two hours of his life.

"Disero, I'm not your fucking assistant nor driver. You moron," he replied, showing his middle finger.

They both hopped onto the car when Disero received a phone call from their group chat. He quickly answered the phone call and saw his friends smiling from ear to ear.

"Good luck to that boring fucking orientation, Disero!" A loud noise almost echoed inside the car.

Disero showed his middle finger, and those men were just chuckling. They were Disero's friends. Their group is called the Pleasure Squad.

Even though Kirke kept on ranting about him not being Disero's driver, he still insisted on driving and starting the engine of the vehicle. They had a very boring and unrelaxing journey. Saicki Disero is still wearing his unbelievable and not-so interested facial expression. He just wants to be in his office, lying down on the couch or sitting on his swivel chair while thinking about his businesses.

They finally arrived at the front of the school. Boredom was almost eating him alive, but a human being caught his attention. The man was standing while his bag was on top of his head. Disero shrugged and chuckled because of the man's cuteness.

The uniform of this school really suits the man. Disero's eyes couldn't take off on him. He opened the window, and another man went to the student. His eyes narrowed, and his smile slowly faded when the man wrapped his arms around the man's shoulder and caught his attention.

"Dhaxzy Convel!" A loud man shouted. All of their eyes settled on him while the man's face, which Disero admires, became red. Because of shyness.

He shook his head and smiled secretly. Disero finds him cute in every gesture he makes. He still wants to keep on staring at the young man who caught his attention for the very first time in his entire life when his stupid friend interrupted him.

"Oi? Stop staring; that student will melt if he were an ice cream. Idiot." Disero glared at him and didn't say anything.

He glanced for the last time, only to see him getting inside the school. The boredom he was constantly feeling just vanished, and he had this slight excitement inside him. He tried not to let his friend get a chance to mock him. He cleared his throat before he closed the window of his car.

Saicki's POV

"Kirke, did you see the young and gorgeous man I was talking about?" He shook his head and showed his middle finger to me. He really messed up when I opened up something towards him. I tried not to show any emotions or excitement; I do not want him to call those fucking morons and just report that someone caught my attention.

"Really, Disero? Quit being an idiot just this one. I don't even know what he looks like." I raised my right eyebrow to him. Of course he would not know since he did not see him earlier. Well, it is a good side but a bad side.

I want him to see how amazing that young man is. I sighed and just shook my head, thinking of how this man right now will have his own addiction—not illegal stuff, but love.

'Wait! What did I just say!? ' My brain asked. Never in my life have I thought about the nonsense of love. I shook my head and massaged my temple.

"Useless, Kirke." I jokily punched his shoulder but realized that he did not deserve the joke, so I repeated it, and this time I gave him a not-so-light punch, but he could endure it.

"Gay." I stopped walking and turned to face him. My face darkened. His face changed, and I knew that he noticed the sudden changes in my expression. "D-Disero, I was kidding, you know?" I could feel how nervous he was.

"Man, I ain't gay, but I can be for him." He looks shocked at what I've said. I started to walk again, and I didn't wait for him. Turtle Kirke, tsk.

"Cheesy Disero. Ew." I chuckled when I heard what he just stated. He looks disgusted, but I knew that he would support me on whatever path I chose. "But, what the fuck is that? Oh well, just do what you want. Just make sure you can handle." See? This is why we became the best of friends, but sometimes I regret it.

"I can hear you, idiot," I said without looking at him. I am happy with what he said at last. I never show my real feelings toward anyone, not even him or my parents.

He's been my longtime friend. We've been friends since I was in pre-school; our friendship was born before the pleasure squad. We can roast, savage, and even hurt each other physically without getting offended.

Since I have no siblings, Kirke became my brother. At first, I honestly didn't want to, but my mother and father accepted him without even getting my opinion. That's how they love Kirke. So, that was the start of me, and Kirke and I became super close. We did not like each other before—actually, only me. He curses a lot, and so do I. He was not into cursing before, but now he curses more than I do.

We arrived at the dean's office, which was located beside the discipline office. This university was huge, and yet they decided to put this office right in front of the cafeteria. Tsk, how lazy were these officers? Oh well, I am also too lazy to walk. Even though they put this office in front of the cafeteria, there is still a huge field that separates them.

I shook my head and opened the office. The dean was there with his daughter, if I am not mistaken.

"Sit down, Mr. Disero. Welcome to the University." He welcomed me. "You too, Mr. Kirke." Kirke sat beside me. I shook my head at this overload of formality.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time you participate in our upcoming orientation," he reminded himself.

I nodded before I simply replied. "My father forced me."

I shook my head and started to raid the entire office by using my eyes. But my eye sight settled on the man who's smiling from ear to ear, but his eyes look so sad. And this is that man I saw; what's with his eyes? He looks so sad, yet he was smiling from ear to ear. If someone does not observe his eyes, they could tell that this guy is genuinely happy. I could tell that he was a great pretender. But who the fuck will ignore his sad eyes? Of course, those stupid moron human beings.

"Who is he?" By looking' at him, I could tell that he's intelligent. He has a lot of pictures in this office. If they did not put a label that this is the dean's office, I would recognize this as this man's room.

"He's one of the top students at this university. Every year he's the only student who can get the highest average you said in this school. That's why every teacher wants to put him in their class." The dean looked happy while introducing him. He looks proud. I am also proud of this guy. Despite having no happiness in his eyes, he could still be one of those intelligent students at this hard-core university.

"Why? You look so proud," I said, trying to be sarcastic.

"Sorry, Mr. Disero. It's just that I was the one who always put those medals on him. I treat him as my own son." He chuckled and sat in his chair again. I felt something sad in my heart; it feels like something is clutching on to me and stabbing the soft spot in me.

"He's intelligent, but why are his eyes shouting lots of sadness?" I asked them. I just wanted to know what the sad part of his life is. He's intelligent, and the dean loves him. Additionally, the faculty members look interested in him. So, why? Or does he even know how to be happy?

"Yeah, since his parents died, he became like that. His eyes were cheerful, and no one could make him happy before, but now, no one can make him happy just like before," the dean explained, and it hurts.

How I wish I had met him before, just to make him happy. That's why his aura wasn't cheerful, his body posture was weak, and he looked like he was dead. But still, he looks cute. I am proud of him; he is so strong to handle this kind of pain. I knew deep inside that he was holding on to something that was making him keep on fighting.

The bell rang, signaling that orientation was about to start. We all went out of the office, and I saw him from here. I was about to walk towards him when the dean called the man. It shocks me to hear him calling the name of the man that I want to see closer.

"Dhaxzy!" he shouted. Normally, I will beat that person to death because I do not want someone to shout when I am beside them, but not now. I think this is an exception. I'm excited to meet him; I do want and love to meet him.

He was running toward us with a man on his back. My blood slowly boiled when that man put his hand on my Dhaxzy's shoulder.

"What are you doing there?" The dean asked.

"Um, Mier wants to go to the bathroom, but he lied. We really went to the cafeteria; sorry for that dean." His voice was soft. It suits him; it sounds like those birds tweeting in the morning.

"Xzy, why did you say that?" This man is named Mier. So Mier, huh? Mier acted like he was in pain, but Dhaxzy was being so honest that it made me want to laugh. I secretly smiled.

"It's true. Can't lie, you know me. Allergy." The man named Mier hit my Dhaxzy. My fists closed. I want to beat him up, but I don't want Dhaxzy to hate me. Plus, he just saw me now. He doesn't even know my name. And yes, my dear, no one can change that.

"No worries, son. I'm already used to it. I wonder why Ms. Selen always falls for that little trick of yours, Mier.". The dean chuckled. The Mier guy chuckled and scratched his nape awkwardly.

"And Dhaxzy, Mier, by the way, this is Mr. Disero, the owner of this university, and this is Mr. Kirke, one of the investors," Dean introduced us.

"Hi." He sounded shy; his cheeks became red. I want to pinch them for him, but it would be awkward if I did that.

"Hello!" Mier's really cheerful; I just shook my head.

We shook our hands, and Dhaxzy pulled it fast as our shakehand was finished. Why so shy, my Dhaxzy? I'm hurt. His hand is incredibly soft, and those lines on his palm were fine. I badly want to hold him again, but for a little longer than this.

"Mier, we skipped our class because of you." Dhaxzy pouted. I could not help myself but to adore him.

"Tsk. You can study our lesson by yourself. So don't worry, okay?" My mouth opened because of how amazed I am at what I have heard from this so-called friend of his.

"The orientation was about to start; can we go now?" Mier and Kirke reminded us.

Kirke's hand was on Mier's shoulder. It looks like they both went well. Oh well, it is Tatsuke Kirke; he is a very friendly person towards anyone with a big bad mouth.

"Dean, I don't want to go there. I already memorized those contents." Dhaxzy pouted. He really acts like a kindergartener, not a college student.

"Son, you need to go there. And this is the first orientation that Mr. Disero will show. Please, go there, okay?" Dhaxzy nodded.

His eyes landed on me and started to scan me from my head to my toe. He is the first one who did this to me. I was stunned and could not even process anything. After he scanned me, he just nodded and sighed, feeling defeated.

"Mier, come on, Ms. Selen is surely searching for us," he said, holding his friend's hand.

I closed my fists. How I wish I could beat that man. How could he? He held Dhaxzy's hand without my permission. I am the only one who is allowed to do that.

"Someone's jealous," Kirke said and whistled.

"Who wouldn't? He held his hand." I hissed, and Kirke chuckled.

"Dude, are you blind? Dhaxzy was the one who held Mier's hand." Kirke stated the truth. Well, that's right, but still, Mier held Dhsxzy's hand.

"Want me to beat you up, pal?" He started running away for his life.

I was standing in front of these students. My hands were covering my ears because of those eardrum squeals. My eyes were busy searching for my dhaxzy. And there he was, yawning and brushing his curly hair with his hand. His boredom makes me smile. He was staring at me blankly. He really has no interest in this orientation.

The orientation was almost done, and he was using his phone. I bet he received a message, but from whom? He was about to sneak out, but of course I wouldn't let him.

"Mr. Dhaxzy?" He suddenly stopped and stood up straight while he was looking down. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked, and all of them laughed.

My eyes landed on his friend. His fists were closed. Is there something wrong? He looks mad at me; his eyes are deadly and sharp. And suddenly, I finally got it—why does his expression change that fast? Students started to throw things, more on crumbled papers, onto Dhaxzy.

"Dhaxzy, attention seeker!" Everyone started to bully him and throw some hurtful words at him.

So that's it. I really made the wrong move. Mier stood up and handed him a handkerchief. So, they were bullying my Dhaxzy, and I was the one who started it this time.

"I fucked up." was the only phrase that I could say to myself.

Fuck, what did I do!? I could feel that Kirke was looking at me. Mier accompanied Dhaxzy out of this stadium. I dropped the microphone and went down.

"Okay, good morning, y'all. Now, go back to your respective classes." I heard Kirke.

"Thanks," I mouthed at him, and he started to follow me.