The Next Prince, Chapter 14 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 14 pg1
Chapter 14: Pieces in the Board Game.
By: CEO. Ft. Ennice.
Khanin's eyes widened and shouted for someone else to come. The rain soaked the air with a strong smell of blood, while the injured person writhed in pain but refused to give up.
He staggered and felt as though he was searching for a foundation while Charan stopped abruptly and stood still for no apparent reason. The young man, restless, weighed his options for a split second before deciding to find help.
He hesitated for just a moment before turning left and right to grab a small potted plant that was located in front of someone's house.
Swish!
At that very moment, the tile's hardness collided with the head of the culprit. The sound of a painful cry emerged, and fresh blood dripped from the heads of both individuals. The injured bodies were already running low on energy, and they could not get up again.
Khanin ran towards Charan, taking advantage of the fact that the criminal was dazed and pulling the older boy's slender wrist to make him run ahead. Warm steam emanated from their hands, and Khanin's thoughts echoed through the tall figure's mind.
Charan grimaced, trying to regain his composure and focus on his surroundings. Khanin hastened his steps and occasionally glanced at the body of the man lying behind them, like drops of rain falling from the sky and soaking their bodies.
Khanin could tell that Charan seemed slower than usual... No, he couldn't say anything, it would seem unfair to assume that the other party looked abnormal after... after the rain started falling.
“You... are bleeding.” the younger boy murmured quietly after checking the other's injuries and finding a wound and blood on the left arm of Charan's slender frame.
“It's nothing.” The physical pain was not a big deal, but the mental state was scary.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” The young man guessed that the pain might be variable. Khanin couldn't tell if Charan's wound was large or small, he just knew that the blood was still flowing.
“Not much.” Charan's face didn't show any signs of pain. He bit his lip and refused to turn his head, looking instead at his own wound, trying to collect as much awareness as possible.
This combination of rain and blood was not going to end well.
Charan decided not to run in the rain and pulled the younger boy's wrist into a public restroom in front of them. The cramped space with two men was somewhat uncomfortable, much like when they had avoided the criminals in front of an old shop.
It's not that there wasn't a point to focus on other than the man in front of him...
The distance between them wasn't far, but it made Khanin feel strange and bizarre. It was a feeling that he couldn't quite distinguish or categorize. How could he describe it? It was like he rarely felt this way.
In reality, Khanin understood and guessed why Charan chose to hide in this place. At this time, if they ran randomly four or five times, there would most likely be a certain percentage of encountering someone else and needing to confront or face them.
“Your friend's house...”
“Not far from here.” whispered the voice in response while lifting the backpack to hang on the railing. Khanin raised his eyebrows and looked at those actions with suspicion before it turned into a slightly gaping mouth when the tall man began to take off the shirt he was wearing.
Charan's beautiful muscles appeared in view. Khanin blinked, paused for a moment, then quickly averted his gaze. The young man chose to rest his gaze elsewhere, but when he looked back, he couldn't help but stare at the strong scar on his forearm.
Charan wiped the blood off his hands with the problematic shirt that he had worn and then put it in his bag before picking out a new shirt to wear. He did everything gracefully and quickly, making Khanin look surprised.
“You're not hurt...” the end of this sentence, the younger person fell silent because suddenly he heard footsteps and the rhythm of someone walking outside. Khanin locked eyes with the tall man who was looking at him and raised his hand, feeling embarrassed.
A lump in his chest beat rapidly. Khanin felt as though his heart would stop beating for a moment. Beads of sweat seeped from the dark side of his face, and every second seemed to pass slowly.
The boy thought he had accidentally held his breath until he heard someone speak Thai from outside, which made him realize that the person passing by wasn't one of the groups they feared.
Charan took a deep breath and waited patiently until the rain stopped. The two men then proceeded to leave once more.
…
At first, Khanin understood that the friend's house that Charan had mentioned was just an ordinary accommodation, but what he saw in front of him now was not close to what he had in mind.
The music around them was loud and intense, and tourists of both sexes swayed to the rhythm of the music with their eyes closed. The entertainment venue was crowded with people, inviting the white man to wake up from his daze.
“Come, Khun Charan is waiting.” said the male server who Charan followed inside, while the tall man just stood there, preparing to welcome them.
Khanin and Charan walked behind the server towards a narrow corridor that led to the shop's second-floor lobby.
“The office is where we're going. Khun Itthi has informed us that you can go up if Khun Charan has arrived.” said the Thai-speaking server, but Khanin understood the communication through the body language they used. The other party nodded slightly before turning away.
“Come on.” said Charan, urging Khanin, who was still hesitating about their lodging.
“And our accommodation...?” The sound of the song from outside could still be faintly heard. Khanin looked intently at the older man, questioning him with suspicion.
“It's here, if it were an ordinary hotel, it would be easy to find.” Charan clarified briefly and logically, conveying his cautious personality. Khanin didn't ask anything else until they stopped in front of a door in one of the rooms.
“Come in.” A thick hand pushed open the door after hearing the permission given from inside. It was an office decorated with expensive furniture that showed off the user's status. A tall, well-proportioned figure with light brown hair named Itthi Itthi Korn greeted them with a friendly smile.
“Just waiting.” Khanin felt that the external appearance of the influence did not look like the brutal bar owner style at all. The posture of the person was straight, the face looked friendly without poison or danger, and it seemed clean and neat like a well-dressed young man.
His two-layered eyes swept around to survey the people in front of him without showing any disrespect. Khanin saw the tall figure hug his friend and then the young man's mind processed anew that...the person who was close to Charan should be a group of well-dressed men.
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