The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg2
The person who was forcibly restrained frowned, ready to argue back against Khanin, but upon hearing the approaching footsteps and seeing the determined gaze of the tall figure, the owner of the pale body chose to remain silent.
“What the heck happened, Ran?”
From the spot where Khanin was hiding, he couldn't see the conversation between Charan and the young person clearly. The young man, wearing earphones, couldn't fully grasp the meaning. The surrounding music was too loud.
“I have some urgent matters to attend to. Can I borrow your loved one for a while? Your car is parked in the VIP zone behind the store, right?”
“Yes, but... aren't you too drunk to go back yet?” Vetis questioned with confusion, but upon receiving a confirming look from a close friend, he decided not to ask further.
“Sorry... I have urgent matters to handle before I can ask for forgiveness again. Let me have Narong come and pick you up at...”
“Hey, no need. I can go back by myself. I'll stay here for a little while longer.” Charan's conversation with the third person continued for just a couple of sentences before someone older walked back to them.
Charan didn't say a word but gestured for Khanin to leave the hiding place. Once he complied, they walked towards the back door that connected to the customer parking lot.
Charan's wide back stretched forward as he walked, barely turning to look at each other. That was until Khanin had to force himself to raise a topic that he thought would make someone stop and talk.
“Here, I wonder... are people here really obsessed with kissing?”
Huh!
“...” The tall figure's footsteps halted. Charan stood still like a cursed stone, unable to move an inch, the moment Khanin mentioned a topic that he was unexpectedly confident would affect his feelings.
Not just Charan, but everyone else here, too. Khanin was confident that the sound of paparazzi he had heard seemed abnormal. Even though such a thing shouldn't be surprising at all... or was it?
“Your Highness, it's nothing.”
“Seriously, though, it's very red. Are you not allergic to something? Let me take a look.” One person hoped for the best, while the other resisted. The younger person approached, and the tip of his cool fingers touched the warm back of the earlobe. As Charan stood frozen, it wasn't much different from someone being hit by a strong electric shock.
“Don't...”
“Are you... embarrassed?” The person with royal blood whispered softly, but even though it was a mere whisper, for Charan, it had a strong and violent impact.
“Put it on, Your Highness...” Charan never feared any danger, be it swords, guns, or even death. He bravely confronted everything, except for the questions and observations of Khanin.
The young man walked straight to his close friend's motorcycle and picked up a helmet without looking back at the person following him. Khanin frowned and took a deep breath, trying to avoid eye contact with the person who kept dodging his gaze.
“You don't answer questions...”
“Apologies, Your Highness...” Besides remaining silent, Charan managed to surprise Khanin with unexpected actions. With just a fleeting glance, the older person turned and met Khanin's eyes before placing a protective helmet firmly on his head.
“Oh... well, that escalated quickly.” The younger person realized it might be a romantic scene from a series. If it weren't for Charan's every move, it wouldn't be much different from trying to dress up an unwilling cat.
Khanin frowned, his mouth filled with discontent, blaming Charan for trying to build an impenetrable wall without any emotional waves.
“Please proceed...”
“No, I am not leaving until we talk.” The white-haired house owner stubbornly pulled his chest closer, looking at the tall figure who managed to put a helmet on himself.
Charan mounted the motorcycle with his legs raised, then leaned and uttered a few calm phrases, his serious gaze indicating that it wasn't just empty threats. And Khanin shouldn't resist.
“Not here, Your Highness... If they gather and we are caught, it won't just be news for the royal family, but we might never be allowed to talk again.”
…
The temperature in Emmaly dropped during nighttime, and the speed of the motorcycle collided with the wind force, making the person sitting behind feel the chilling cold.
Khanin tried to hold on by finding something to grasp, but some people turned the motorcycle dangerously forward with a terrifying speed.
“Hold on tightly.”
“What is it?” The speaking voice was muffled due to the surrounding wind. Khanin had to lean closer to the person riding and tilt his face to convey something.
“Hold on...”
“...”
After two or three attempts, still not understanding, Charan released one hand to grasp the slender wrist of the white-haired person and pulled it toward his waist, embracing tightly.
The young man became quiet when the distance between them narrowed. The speed of the large motorcycle forced Khanin to lean and hold the waist of the rider. His mind and heart began to contradict each other in a way they had never experienced before.
“Hold tightly.”
Khanin scowled at Charan... He scowled because the other person seemed to be indifferent, which only confused him more than when he received warmth and tenderness.
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