The Next Prince, Chapter 34 pg8
The Next Prince, Chapter 34 pg8
“...”
“Back then, I was still a child. When I was a child, we didn't have many chances to be together because my mom had to come and work as the protector in her role as the leader of the Pithathewa lineage. The day it happened... It was the day my mom promised to come back and stay with me for the longest time possible, but in the end... Ultimately, Mom didn't come back.”
The sentence ended abruptly, leaving a lingering and light feeling that tugged at the listener's heart. Khanin squeezed Charan's thick hand, sensing the pain that spread.
“...”
“There were only Mom's blood-stained clothes that the butler brought as evidence. I thought Mom had come back, so I ran out to find her... But in the end, that was all there was. Mom didn't come back as she had promised.” Charan captured the image of Mom's clothing amid the sound of the sky, the storm, and the humidity, juxtaposing the smell of blood with the scent of rain, creating an eerie sensation.
His heart ached and turned into buried feelings at last.
Charan hated blood, hated rain, and most of all, hated the moments when those terrible memories resurfaced.
“It's okay... It's okay, no need to tell anymore.” Khanin bowed toward the most vulnerable person, his face resembling that of someone about to cry but with no tears coming out.
“Every day, I am in the position of leading the clan, but it's merely maintaining the status I inherited through bloodline rights. If the leader from the bloodline has no ability, there is no need to inherit the position. I don't want the elderly to see my capabilities and didn't want to be in this position... This position caused me to lose my family.”
“...”
“Everything I do is to repay Sovereign-King, who took care of me. I never told anyone about sword fencing.” The Young Prince meant everything Charan did was for himself, regretting the day he felt so happy that he spontaneously embraced the other person, creating pressure without realizing it.
Everything was revealed with a simple narrative sentence, but it still squeezed the hearts of the listeners like Khanin, making him want to pull Charan closer and console him.
With his dark brown eyes, he looked at the handsome face of the person to whom he had given his heart before bringing that face closer to touch foreheads, his own forehead against the other person's.
“Charan, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I'm sorry for not knowing anything and still having a happy face when you were competing, even though you tried to avoid it all this time.” The young prince meant everything Charan did for himself, realizing and feeling sorry for the consequences of his actions that made the other person happy yet created an invisible pressure on Khanin.
“It's okay. If it's about you Nin, I'm willing.” Charan gently reassured Khanin, easing his worries, his thick hand sliding against the side of Khanin's cheek, sending a tender smile.
Charan had made up his mind since that day and never felt regret because he did everything for Khanin, who had given him everything.
“If that's the case, I'm willing too. If you're scared or feeling bad, you have to tell me, okay? I will protect you just as you protect me. No, we only need
Charan and Khanin... Do you understand what I'm saying?”
The seriousness of the voice indicates stability, the eyes no longer look at anything else, it stops right here, focused solely on the person in front.
“Okay.” Charan responded bravely because he knows his own heart, the flesh in his left chest beats harder than before, and it multiplies in intensity. While someone else refuses to decrease their cuteness.
Khanin is cute... so cute that Charan can only imagine strategies to deal with the other party.
“Or if you don't want me to do anything, I won't do it, but... but being less stubborn might not be possible. Because I am your stubborn guy... Oops.” Khanin didn't have enough time to smile fully with excitement. Suddenly, someone else took hold of his face before passionately kissing him.
The thick hands on Khanin's slender waist felt like they were melting away, his sharp eyes not closing completely, but choosing to look back with even more intensity.
As the beautiful pairs of eyes widened, they heard the soft sound of Charan's breath and felt his heavy breath against their skin, lulling the young boy to slowly drift off to sleep.
We are kissing each other...
Kissing with full awareness, not playing a role, not mocking anyone, not limited by any script or agreement.
Khanin took the opportunity to release his thick hand, pulled his own hand out, and gently wrapped it around Charan's neck, tilting his face to receive the touch in tune with Charan's lead.
The leader of the Phitakthewa clan sat up straight with the young royal prince sitting on his lap, whispering a few words, words filled with various emotions and feelings that were held back.
“Ah...” At this moment, Charan's patience snapped, seeing the expression in the young man's eyes rise, his boiling heart ready to burst.
Khanin didn't respond but chose to slowly reveal his lips, raising his face high to allow the tall person to do anything... as his heart desires.
“Hmm...” One of his thick hands locked behind and gently crushed Khanin's lips, his warm and soft tongue sweeping and exploring every corner of his mouth, swirling along his teeth before sucking and pulling Khanin's warm and tender tongue.
The sound of their synchronized breathing drowned out even the rumble of the sky, rendering even unnecessary devices useless.
Charan found something better than drawing or using any other aids. He discovered that Khanin is the remedy for his soul.
The breath of the person being suppressed trembled. Charan was intoxicated with the sweet, watery lips of the person in front of him, pressing soft and lingering kisses that induced a faint sound of sighing, making the tall person struggle to control his emotions.
“Oh... you ugh...” His red, swollen lips mumbled. Khanin's mind momentarily scattered as he almost lost his composure, thinking that it would be hard to maintain his calmness from the almost-kissing.
Charan is too good at kissing...
The muffled protest was a warning for Charan to restrain himself. The young man reluctantly withdrew his lips, but redirected his target elsewhere.
And those previously provocative eyes seemed to lure and deceive him, causing Khanin's heart to beat faster. He nipped his own lip while the other person's nose moved down to press against his white neck, inhaling the scent of a clean body with intense infatuation.
“Nin...”
“Mmmhphf...”
“Kiss.” The whispered words stirred up emotions. Then, the corners of the lips curved, planting a kiss on the shoulder, before everything that was happening came to a halt... with a familiar voice calling out.
“Young Prince Khanin... Are you asleep, Your Highness? Young Prince... You haven't had dinner yet... Oh my god.”
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