The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg1
Chapter 25: The emotions that must be kept hidden.
The sound of murmuring conversations echoed with footsteps. Charan stood still, his thoughts splitting into two parts, good and evil. He felt pushed to stand on the edge of a precipice, having to choose a path.
One side of his brain commanded that what he was doing was wrong, but on the other side, he seemed to be lost and enamored, following the scent and warmth of the person nearby.
The vague consciousness turned into a prominent excuse.
Protecting Young-Lord Khanin, taking care of Young-Lord Khanin, that was his duty... If that was the case, what he was doing now could be considered one of his duties, right?
As fast as I thought, at the same pace that the paparazzi, two men and a woman, were about to pass the corner. Charan raised one hand against the wall before turning his face to make full contact, trapping the smaller figure within his strong arms.
Khanin widened his eyes slightly, the intense throbbing in his chest now so strong that the young man wasn't sure of the cause, between the rhythm of the music... or the rhythm of something within his body.
His slender hand tightly held the fabric directly over the other person's chest, the warmth overlapping, as if it could provide a sense of security.
“Oops!.. Go, they went another way.” The voice of the third person sounded particularly surprised, and one of the two raised a hand to cover their eyes before finally pushing their companion to quickly withdraw.
Khanin was standing still, waiting until he was sure that no one else was in the area. Slowly, he began to apply pressure to make the tall figure move away. They locked eyes amidst the flickering lights, feeling the warmth on their cheeks and the lingering touch on their lips.
“Apologies, Your Highness.” Charan regained his composure and officially appeared, intending to dispel the tense atmosphere.
Khanin blinked slightly while trying to change the subject.
“Reporters... Are they gone?” Mumbling softly, even though he was the one who initiated this approach, Khanin found himself unprepared for this kind of response.
“I haven't given my response yet.”
“What are you looking for?” Curiously asking as another person moved away, scanning the surroundings cautiously.
“Closed-circuit cameras... Put on your masks first.”
Khanin knew that Charan was cautious, so he didn't mind the hesitation. The young man followed his instructions before speaking about what he wanted to say.
“I have something I want to discuss...”
“Not here.”
“But...”
“We have to go...” Charan refused to cooperate, firmly holding Khanin's wrist and leading him away without any choice.
Khanin wanted to resist, to argue back, but his attention was caught by a glimpse of someone running towards them with a suspicious demeanor.
“Young Prince... Oh, Charan, someone is looking for you, Your Highness... Oh, I see.” The stout but humble butler spoke urgently. Chakri seemed awake, while Charan wondered how Khanin managed to appear here.
It was presumed that he received assistance from Chakri.
“You, Chakri, have always been outstanding. I told you not to come in, stay outside.”
“Oh... It's because Your Highness is someone I am concerned about, Your Highness...”
“Stop speaking in the royal language, Chakri.” The youngest in the room, dressed casually rather than in uniform as usual, heatedly warned the young master, covering his own mouth in surprise.
“Yes... Of course.”
“No need to argue. Chakri, you leave through the front door...” Charan, who appeared to be the most composed in this conversation, quickly picked up a tool and communicated through text messages, sending them to another close friend who was waiting at the table. Because this time, he needed magical assistance.
“Ah... It's just so I can be seen.”
“Let people see, so they will all follow you to the front of the restaurant. I will take the Young Prince out through another exit, and we will meet again at the palace.” A concise explanation and command. Charan paused to signal Chakri. As for himself, he turned back to look at the small figure standing beside him with an accusatory gaze.
Accusing him of being too stubborn and difficult.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Following Your-Highness...” Charan did not respond to the question but chose to change the subject by diverting the young person back to the same dim corner before pushing Khanin to hide behind an old, discarded backdrop.
“Well, you...”
“Please, be quiet and wait here.”
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