The Next Prince, Chapter 41 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 41 pg7
There were a variety of questions that had yet to be answered, but it seemed that Khanin’s thinking was bringing him closer to something that had been lingering in his mind that he had never touched upon.
If the real villain is Prince Waseen, it is highly possible that he was the person who brought the news to him, causing suspicion about the Sovereign King's involvement in the death of his mother, could be the same person.
If that’s the case... then Waseen must have some motives.
Or maybe he wants Phitakthewa to be on the opposite side of Atsawathewathin.
Are they deliberately trying to confuse him? Charan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and let himself float away with his thoughts for a long time, until he lost track of time and woke up again when he felt someone’s magic scented breath blowing on his cheek.
“Ah, I forgot, I wanted to steal some perfume.”
The sound of a gentle tapping brought the person who had just woken up to a laughing fit. The young man adjusted his mood and gestured to the person in front of him, beckoning him to sit on the stool.
“Now that I am blind, I can still smell.”
“You can't even act surprised.” The white man complained softly. Khanin, who was still wearing a bathrobe with one arm linked, shrugged and smiled, trembling, causing Charan to carry the person on the stool to the bed, then turned to pick up the remote control for the air conditioner to adjust the temperature to the right level.
“I think it would be cold, it feels good.”
“I like the cold.”
“You may get sick.”
“Getting sick is good, Phii you can take care of me.”
“Do not forget that you have to participate in the competition tomorrow, no matter what happens.” Charan pressed his stubborn nose lightly and recalled the memory of the person who insisted on not delaying the competition.
Still planning step by step for the team to follow, the evil was such that he began to fear that if Khanin had planned more than this, he would certainly become a person who could not forget someone.
“That’s right... but for me it is not that easy to get sick.”
“Even if you’re not easily sick, you still have to take care of yourself. So is it better to sleep more so that my arms can recover quickly?”
“Are you sleeping yet... I want to talk to you, Phii.” Khanin reached out and tapped the elbow of the other person. Charan, who turned to close the lamp, stopped and turned back to talk, frowning, looking at the little boy with suspicion.
“You’ve been talking too much today, aren’t you tired of talking?”
“What does Phii Ran think, do I talk too much?”
“Is it true?”
“Yeah...” Khanin pursed his lips, and the little boy became slightly quiet, wanting to look at each other sweetly. “But... Do you dislike me talking too much?”
The childlike worry made Charan forget the previous stress, and his thick hand gently stroked his head.
“No, I am just afraid that your throat hurts.”
“Oh. It doesn't hurt that much, I've been screaming all night and still not in pain... Ugh, mmmh-mmmh.” Charan realized and closed his tiny lips with his hand. The young man breathed in and out heavily, feeling embarrassed that he reacted to a soft moan like that all over his body.
“What do you even say in situations like this... pervert kid.”
“What gibberish are you spouting now... I am talking seriously.” he chided.
‘This kid.’ he thought to himself, his face emotionless. He pushed the white man onto the bed before covering him with a blanket, starting with his small chest. Then he lay down next to him, gazing at him gently with soft eyes.
Khanin’s lips were pursed, and the cute gesture made Charan move closer to him. He pressed his thick lips onto the smaller one’s, pouring his love into the kiss.
Charan locked eyes with the person lying next to him, as the Young Prince moved closer to cuddle him. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke, his voice laced with longing.
“Aren’t you afraid of the rain, Phii Ran?” The heavier rain outside had made Khanin anxious, and the person cuddling him looked up at him with concerned eyes.
“I still don’t like it, but now that you are here, I don’t feel as bad.” he replied honestly. Having Khanin beside him during the difficult times was better than being alone, he could touch and smell the other person.
He didn’t know when it started to rain. Whenever he looked back at the times when he felt stronger than before, Khanin had always been there. This change was mainly due to the other party.
“Ahh...” The young man moaned softly, slipping his hand to caress the white cheek with a look of infatuation.
“If I didn't have you...I would probably feel empty...but because I have you, I've been able to do everything up until now. I'm still here because of you...” The young man's soft voice combined with the sentence structure resulted in a faint smile.
He liked having Khanin here, hearing him say that they were lucky to have each other was like a light in the previously dark life.
“Same here.”
“I know this, because I am your ‘sun’.” The other person moved closer, giving off the scent of clean shampoo, their nose tip pointing downwards, buried in the soft bunch of hair behind the younger person's ear, with a playful expression in the eyes as he uttered the words inviting a heart-to-heart conversation.
“Really?”
“Really? Mr-Charan himself told me.” The speaker's face showed signs of confusion, gesturing to move slightly away in order to get a clearer view of the older person's face.
However, Mr-Charan refused to let that happen. As the pale body leaned back, he pulled the younger person's waist closer, and deliberately used the bridge of his nose to nudge the tip of their nose aside, all the while following his heart's desire.
“Yes, it’s true. Nin, you are like the sun to me.” Charan whispered. He deliberately looked up at the deep brown eyes that looked back at him, wanting to see the other’s face more clearly.
“Nin made me feel lucky to have him here.”
“So sweet. If Ramil heard this, he would be jealous again.” Khanin laughed softly before pressing his face down onto the hard chest, listening to the heavy beat of his heart.
“Gosh, forget him...”
“Wow. Khun Charan, you leveled up fast. Forget him? That Young Prince
Ramil, Puchongpisut guy.”
“I don’t want to care about anyone else, whoever they may be... right now, I only want to focus on Nin.” Charan thought so as he looked at Khanin’s injured arm, his heart aching.
Protecting others has always been his duty. But when someone else he wanted to protect for real, he let his guard down and the persona wanted to protect ended up in pain like this.
He’s just not capable...
“Don’t make that face, let’s change the subject... Let's end this tangled mess and go somewhere to relax.” Khanin seemed to understand his feelings, and so he reached out and touched Charan’s face to change the topic.
“Where do you want to go?” Charan whispered while leaning down to kiss the forehead of the person in front of him lovingly, one hand holding onto his thick hair. Khanin, who had become longer and quieter, slightly turned away.
“Shall we go where we first met?”
“England?” A smile spread across his face as memories flooded in like a river. Charan thought back to the time when the person in his arm was arguing until he almost died.
And now, they had sex and tossed and turned like he was trying to test his bed every day.
“Wow, England...” Khanin murmured, his movements captured by Charan’s eyes.
“Are you homesick?”
“I do miss my old life” The white haired person chuckled lightly, and a flicker of the once bright eyes seemed to dim.
“Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you...” Charan spoke honestly, because he thought Khanin might need someone to lean on, and of course, he himself wanted the other person just as much.
“Okay then, let’s sleep, hearing this gives me the encouragement to keep going.” Khanin did a muscle stretch, then returned to his snuggling pose, his small chin resting on the broad chest as he grunted while trying to find a comfortable position. “Phii Ran, you have to help me... you shouldn’t back down now and make others see that I made the right choice by choosing you.”
The contest between the losers and the winners must continue with Nin. Khanin didn’t want to give up his determination, and Charan’s expertise in sword fighting still remained a secret.
Normally, he wouldn’t want to show it off to anyone. Because he didn’t want to be involved in the fuss of inheriting his family head position. But this time it was different.
Charan was happy and willing to show it to others. Because of Khanin’s desire.
“I’ll do it... but you yourself can do it too, if you can’t take it, don’t force it.” Charan looked at the line of freckles on the kid’s arm. His dark brown eyes followed his gaze. Then he turned his face up with a smile.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be stubborn. I have a dead stance.”
“You do, do you?” The mischievous pose of the person around him made Charan burst out laughing. Khanin looked confident that he had a backup plan, so much so that Charan wondered if the other person had a secret strategy that he hadn’t told him yet.
“Come on, give me your face for a kiss and I will whisper it to you.”
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