The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg5
The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg5
“What are you looking for?” The song in the shop continues to blast. Khanin finishes dancing to one of the songs but continues to move in rhythm, looking curiously at the person who keeps glancing towards the back door.
“Nothing, really...” Charan denies, not thinking about telling Khanin that he feels like he saw Petai and Ramil here, partly because the evidence is not clear, Ginger whores look in another direction, secondly, because he doesn't think those people have any reason to be here.
Let go of the idea of going somewhere, someone like Ramil wouldn't just disappear like this, or if he wanted to investigate, he wouldn't hide so quickly, maybe it's him who is looking around…
…
“Stop caring about anything else, are you ready or not?”
The question that came too late was asked by Young-Prince while the beat of the song switched to a slow tempo. Khanin smiled, his enchanting charm shining on his cute face.
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for our next plan.” His charming smile brightened.
Charan hesitates. His sharp eyes flicker slightly as a taller person leans in close enough for him to catch a whiff of their clean scent.
“A plan?”
“There are people who want to know and see more of our story a lot..” Khanin speaks softly, touches the side of his earlobe wearing an earring, and moves slightly back and forth matching the rhythm of the song while glancing at the person he's talking to. Charan's body also begins to sway slowly to the beat.
“And then?..” Khanin doesn't need to tell Charan, he knows. At the far left corner of the shop, two people take out their phones and secretly take pictures, on the right side there are three more, behind, countless others, increasing as the other party's face approaches closer, the people around seem to react.
“Earlier, I sent the paper with the appointment message to Mira. From now on, we need to wait and see if she will come as planned. But we have to help each other, and pay attention.”
“How so?” This question arose not because Charan did not understand the initial plan. He knows very well that directing the attention of the people in the shop to this specific spot will make it easier for Mira to slip away unnoticed.
However, the second plan is quite different.
He wants to know what Khanin has in mind, considering how he managed to make such an enthusiastic act.
“How can we make everyone in the pub turn to look at us?” Khanin immediately began to sketch intricate patterns, while the young man slowly moved his body in sync with the music, before creating a diversion by moving closer to Charan.
Khanin allowed their bodies to touch, the warm breath they exchanged made the tall figure straighten up again, more than just holding hands, it was more than that.
Enough to make a man like Charan, who was usually in control, unable to resist, momentarily losing himself.
Charan turned into a stone sculpture. He remained silent and tried to match the rhythm of the music as much as possible, not knowing where to place his wooden hands, completely unlike the fluidity of the young man's movements.
Khanin ran his fingers along broad shoulders, then slid down to the wrists to guide and support each other, the younger man's grip became firm, shifting to a position around the waist and neck, intimately closing the remaining distance between them.
There was no room for the breeze to pass through smoothly anymore. Charan gritted his teeth as the young man's hair brushed against his nose, as if testing the endurance of his mind.
The young man nestled against the strong shoulder, moving only slightly but captivatingly, making Charan want to retract his previously tempting words, the dancing party wasn't so skilled. Now, Charan no longer felt that way.
“We are a dancing couple, aren't we? Can we play smoothly?” A sentence he had heard before once resurfaced to remind him, another nudge.
“...”
“Show that we are in love a bit...” Khanin drew his arms around the firm neck. Their two-layered eyes avoided each other and then met, radiating a mischievousness that was no different from an impish little cub trying to provoke a lion.
And, of course, it worked...
“How smooth do you want it?” This time, Charan leaned down to whisper in the young man's ear, an intimate image that brought laughter and cheers from the surrounding people.
It's not just because he is a high-class person, but it is widely known that Charan Phitakthewa, has never had any sexual rumors or relations involving anyone, and he appears to focus on his work, not interested in relationships.
It was different this time, in a profound way...
“Make it even smoother. Being as hard as a stone like this, who would believe you are so in love?”
“A stone?”
“Yes. I want it with an overwhelming burst of affection, with eyes... that anyone who sees would think you've lost your mind, like... oh.” The person who had been speaking incessantly in the beginning paused slightly when Charan's warm palm landed on his waist.
“Like this?”
“No... too little.”
“Done.” When the conversation ended, the posture changed from being nonchalant to a protective embrace of the waist, pulling the white figure closer. The sharp eyes moved to a cute face, before performing something unexpected, beyond anyone's expectations. Even Khanin himself.
“Ah...” Charan lowered his forehead to touch, reducing the distance, causing their noses to lightly brush against each other in a gaze that reflected something beyond the shadow of Khanin alone.
Khanin's mind went blank, feeling a momentary sensation. A thumping sound in his chest couldn't determine whether it was from the melody... or from the actions of someone taller.
The blushing young man's ears were muffled, but he still heard the faint murmurs clearly.
“Like this... Do I look loving enough to you, Nin?”
The stone shifted, and it seemed to move with such force that it caused a slight abnormal twitching in the white figure's chest, different from before...
“Enough... That's enough.”
“If you wants more than this... I'll make it happen.”
If it wasn't his own fleeting thought, Khanin was confident that he saw a smile at the corner of the tall figure's mouth.
The royal court young man didn't want to be affected. He tried to maintain a normal composure, but when he brought it closer, it was Atsawathewathin who was defeated, leaving behind only the protectorate.
“M... Mira…Mira, she's already left.” The person who left pulled came back to his sense reported to what he had seen.
Khanin glanced around to find the bartender girl, making sure that the other party was no longer in the same place, and quickly prepared for the next plan.
“What should we do next?”
“I'll pretend to be drunk and fall. When I fall, please take me to the back of the shop immediately.”
“Wait...”
Khanin spoke truthfully and seriously, the sweet voice gently whispered, and Charan leaned his face closer, not hesitating to listen.
The slender and tight arms hugged tightly around the neck, tilting the face slightly closer... Closer than ever before, until the people around them unintentionally held their breaths.
The sound of cheers competed with the music.Kissing was a big deal to the Emmaly people ... Khanin understood. He didn't really intend to do it, but the drama had to have some surprises for the audience, just like now.
Swipe
Before their lips touched, the royal court young man dropped to his knees, causing his affectionate companion to quickly tighten his arms to hold the body of the pretending drunk person.
Khanin raised his eyebrows and smiled sweetly, ending with a few words that made Charan have to score the naughtiness of the younger man and keep it in his heart, almost completely....
“I can't handle being drunk. Ung-ung will help take you back to the palace.”
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