The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg2
“Then the next question... Are you bothered by me kissing you or not?”
“No.” Charan answered this immediately, the type that didn't waste time thinking, waving his face in front of the person opposite to make sure he didn't respond just to please others.
“And my kiss... did it bind you?”
This time, Charan was silent for almost a minute, larger than life next to the lips, before finally uttering a few words that would pierce the heavily oppressed heart of the white-skinned person.
“Yes...”
“Oh...” Khanin felt his heart skip a beat. Beautiful twin eyes blinked, he thought of countless ways to fix this, but in the next moment, the mood shifted with Charan's words.
“I'm not denying that it was like that at first, but now it has changed.”
“...”
“I don't know when it changed either.”
The heart that had paused suddenly beat again. Charan was teaching Khanin to see the essence of what is called love, but despite that, he had seen his friends fall under the power of this and saw it as a joke.
Khanin thought he was good at controlling his own heart.
But when he actually tried, it wasn't like that at all.
They stared at each other, both sides silent because they were too embarrassed to say anything. Charan was brave in fighting, skilled in arts, but when it came to love... he was no different from crawling children.
Lost in their own incompetence, they became colorless individuals, needing activities to help dissolve their behaviors.
“Drawing... Drawing has dried up, not continuing then”. Because Khanin just stood still with a red face. Charan had to find a helping topic, they were like children who had just met each other, shy but...feeling good.
“Not drawing anymore. My drawings are not good, I have to admit that there are things that we are both not good at.” Khanin realized this and started telling funny stories, a young person, even though he had a small mouth but when he looked at the photos they drew, it made Charan look closely.
“If you don't want to draw, then what will you do?”
“Hmm... I thought of something.” A small smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Khanin walked straight to the large table where he had set up a board, carrying it and placing it in front of the person wearing glasses. Then he picked up a pencil and handed it over, teasingly pointing his finger at his own eyes alternating with a large white paper.
“Huh?”
“I want you to draw my picture... even though I am not good at drawing, he is good at being a model. Try to see.”
“Oh.” Charan didn't expect the answer, so he was silent for a moment, his neck slightly bent, and finally burst out laughing softly.
“Why are you laughing, try drawing first to see how good my posing is”.
Khanin pretended to be angry, helping to ease the atmosphere between them.
The Young Prince arranged a chair and placed it in front of the owner of the room, then struck a pose like a fashion model for a well-known brand that he had seen before.
Khanin gazed seriously until his brother had to warn him to speak up.
“You don't have to be that tense, it's better to be natural”. Charan spoke casually, placing the board on a stand, then picking up a pencil and lightly sketching a funny egg-shaped figure, just like the context had changed from a serious conversation to an inserted drawing activity.
“What kind of natural? Like this?” The painter's face had a contemplative expression. Khanin remained silent for a while. Then he posed in a new way, this time choosing to sit facing the person drawing, pretending to be nonchalant, looking in another direction but still seeming tense as before.
“It's just being in the present. It's already cute”.
The fast mouth spoke what he thought, attracting attention to himself.
“Um...” Khanin bit his lower lip heavily, feeling extremely embarrassed, but his brother didn't notice.
“Just sit casually, but try to communicate something so that the drawing can see us in a different perspective.” Charan spoke softly, hiding his true seriousness. With a thick hand, he held the pencil and started outlining the image of the young prince. For a moment, even the blank paper seemed to reveal a visible image.
Khanin was amazed at the talent. Charan was not only good with a sword, but he excelled in art. How could he explain it? It seemed that the gods had created Charan for this purpose.
“What do you want when you look at someone like me?” The question came from the skilled artist, bringing Khanin back to reality. Charan didn't take his eyes off the paper to look at him. With a sigh, but still with the same tone, Khanin finally answered.
“Nin...no...you have to look at the person drawing”. The answer varied.
Khanin whispered to himself while Charan barely took his eyes off the paper.
In the end, he realized that he himself had become the target of his gaze.
“Shift a little”.
“Move...?” The fair-skinned guy frowned at the same time as Charan stood up, tucking his chin in, twisting his cute face into a new pose that matched the image he had in mind before revealing his own actions.
“I can't see your face clearly.” Charan’s words were normal but they made the listener's heart skip a beat.
Khanin agreed to go along with ease. After seeing Charan in a serious mode, he decided to change his mind about the activity that was supposed to be a fun time-waster.
“So... how should I do it, you ask. Well, I can tell you.”
“How would you like to draw me in what mood, try showing his facial expression...” The tall figure wearing frameless glasses responded smoothly, as if giving a command, but in reality, Charan was offering more options to Khanin.
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