The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg6
Kalavin was fully prepared, so what will he take from him...
“Thank you.” From initially thinking that approaching the man face-to-face was difficult, requiring distance. Now Jirat thinks that he must look at Kalavin again, cupping his hands to receive the drink, before revealing a faint smile.
“How is it?”
“Great, it tastes delicious.” The refreshing taste is easy to drink, combined with the smile on the actor's face, making the atmosphere in this area not as heavy as before.
Kalavin raises the glass in his hand and takes a sip, the bitterness of the alcoholic taste on the tip of the tongue, juxtaposed with the sweetness that emanates from the conversationalist's face, clearly contrasting.
“Khun Jae...”
“Yes.”
“Don't you want to return to the theater stage again?”
The question was unexpected, causing Jirat to pause, his past as a talented stage actor on the brink of his lips, his posture frozen, as if his wavering eyes revealed that this question had a purpose in Itti's heart.
“...”
“I apologize for asking.” Kalavin spoke with fear that what he had done could be disrespectful, stepping into someone else's sensitive territory, but Jirat turned his face away.
No... it's alright. I myself would like to return to that as well if given the chance.” The end of the sentence almost whispers like a breeze passing through, Jirat smiles cheerfully, thinking about the reasons that have kept him from moving forward in a path he loved, leaving him only in sadness.
Doing good without drawing attention can be dangerous, that's a definition Jirat has experienced personally.
The bullying at work has grown into a story beyond control, something that he has had to face for a long time and something Jirat doesn't want to talk about anymore. Partly because he doesn't know if anyone cares to listen to the truth...
It means genuinely caring about the feelings, not just wanting to know and then announce to others.
“...”
“Why did you ask about this?” It was the first time Jirat has taken the initiative to ask first, the fair-skinned, sharp-tongued actor. He earnestly waits to hear the answer... an answer that he never expected in this form.
“Actually... I myself would like to see you on stage again.”
“...”
“I believe that good opportunities will come back to find you after this.”
Jirat doesn't know if Kalavin is just speaking out of courtesy or if he means it, but the overwhelming feeling he receives makes the listener feel much better than any explanation can convey.
Jirat thinks that he is smiling... It's a very wide smile.
“Mira, this drink is so delicious.” Another corner of the room. Khanin raises his thumb and jokingly addresses a young lady, drawing the attention of the group with his vibrant voice.
The lady chuckles softly and turns back with a gentle voice, admiring the flushed cheeks of the young person whose complexion is enhanced by the effects of the drink.
“That's enough, please.”
“Seriously, it's so delicious.” Being naturally sociable is already an advantage, and now he distributes big smiles even more generously after having alcohol in his bloodstream.
Itti, who has been observing the behavior of his close friend for a while, takes a step from his initial position and walks closer to his good friend, whispering softly and gently with a comforting voice.
“Tell him if you like him, but while maintaining a sweet smiling face, he might not even notice.”
“Stay quiet, Itti.”
Looking closely. The size of his mouth indicates keeping it quiet, and his eyes haven't even glanced in this direction yet. Itti noticed another important point. Charan didn't say or deny anything, which shows...
“You really like him, for real.”
“You think you know a lot.”
“I know a lot. And you are currently talking with me but never really look at my face.”
“...”
“Are you afraid he will disappear?” Itti could not contain himself and blurted out his words, having been friends with Charan for a long time, he has never seen such behavior from the other side towards anyone. It's just impossible to keep it inside.
It's rare to witness such a phenomenon, it's as difficult to find as the wonders of the world.
What are these two talking about? It seems interesting.” Because Mira's laughter is loud enough for Khanin to hear, the young royal turns his attention.
Charan turns to give his close friend a reproachful look, which makes the pub owner burst into laughter.
“I'm just talking to Ran about it. If the competition is over, our team might go and have some fun in the entertainment industry. Are you interested in playing music and singing at Rhan's place?” Itti skillfully avoids and changes the conversation topic.
“Sounds interesting.”
“I accept only as a singer, not as a bartender, okay?”
The young man taps the table, thinking seriously, waiting for everyone to follow suit.
“Who dares to refuse?” Itti's smooth and playful tone flows from Mira and laughter follows.
Khanin smiles, feeling energized by the positive energy from those around him. It gradually eases the tension he had been carrying, no different from Chakri.
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