The Next Prince, Chapter 5 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 5 pg1
Chapter 05: Can't escape.
By: CEO ft. Ennice.
Khanin hurriedly walked along the university walkway with a steady pace, contrasting the turbulent feeling inside. The young man raised his clenched hand to grip the brim of the cap he wore on his head to hide the chaos. He had not slept all night due to the absurdity he had just learned.
Dad... must have slept little and got confused. As for that doctor, his condition has been heavy since the first time he met him until now.
Aggravated, he put on a cost-saving posture to make him feel uncomfortable. He didn't like the guy's face and didn't want to see him. He wanted to get rid of this person far away, but he still couldn't figure out a way.
To be honest, it's confusing. Just the night before, he was an ordinary person leading a normal life. However, after spending the night in jail, Khanin was not only angry with his father, but also with his difficult-to-accept feelings.
He was acting like a rebellious and stubborn child, going against himself. Khanin couldn't focus and couldn't care less about anything, who could do anything about the situation?
Even if you hired someone, there is no way to return to that country!
He would stay here and live his life as the ordinary Khanin, not Khanin Atsawathewathin as someone tried to force him to be. And when he thought about it, there was not much difference from his daily routine.
The young man brought himself to the music practice room at the university. He walked straight to the large black grand piano and intended to calm himself down, as he usually did when he came here to escape from problems. Life was tough.
Thin fingers press down on the keyboard following the remembered pitch levels of the notes. In his mind, he immersed himself in the weight of emotions, letting music help soothe the confusion in his heart, just like he often does when there is something to ponder.
Khanin felt that the world was overwhelming when he thought about things that made him feel stressed during this time. However, he realized that nothing was as heavy as what he was currently facing. The future was difficult to predict, and the winding path ahead made him feel suffocated to the point where he wanted to escape from it for a while.
Tung!
A wandering mind affects the precision of the notes, causing a pause in the middle of the song. When Khanin didn't have enough concentration, the owner of the small body leaned back and closed his eyes slightly to suppress the anger that was boiling inside.
The edges of his soft, pink lips relaxed, as he let go of the instrument in front of him. When the available tools couldn't help, Khanin looked for something new. His slender fingers rummaged through his side bag, searching for something for a moment before pulling out what he needed from inside.
Caramel candy.
One of the helpers that Khanin often carried with him, to ease his mind when he felt uncomfortable or upset. And the person who made him addicted to this candy was none other than his father, Tattanai.
Khanin remembered his childhood, where he once fell and injured his knee badly, causing him great pain and a desire to cry out loud. But what he showed was the opposite. He didn't cry, but instead tried his best to hold back his tears.
Because he wanted to follow his father's teachings, Khanin tried to suppress his pain while leading him towards the house.
“Does it hurt?” A sentence expressing concern, started when Tattanai gently applied ointment to the wound.
“It hurts... a lot.”
“Why don't you cry out when it hurts?” Tattanai's dark eyes continued to focus on his injury while softly questioning.
“I am afraid that you won't approve. Father, you taught me to be strong and not weak.” Khanin's answer as a child was honest, but it hit the listeners' hearts until they felt choked up.
“Doesn't it hurt enough to make you cry?”
“Yes...” Khanin in his childhood tried to deceive himself with his own strength, so his voice was weak and trembling. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, trying to hold back his tears. When his father showed interest and asked for forgiveness, the tears were about to overflow.
“Dad is sorry.” Tattanai's voice was mixed with tenderness and guilt. The middle-aged man took a deep breath before gently hugging Khanin onto his lap.
“I shouldn't have taught you like that... I only thought that you had to endure it to succeed because in the future, you'll face things that are ten or a hundred times worse than this... But I forgot that you just my whittle child now... I was wrong. I'm sorry, Nin.”
At that time, Tattanai kept apologizing repeatedly, yielding and reaffirming his own teachings once again.
“From now on, if you're in pain or sad and want to cry, just cry. Remember that the bravest thing is to accept the truth, be honest with your own feelings. Crying doesn't mean you're weak or giving up, even if you shed tears, you're still a strong person because crying is a human nature.”
“...But every time, I wants you to separate and find the cause of the feelings, to discover what it is. Knowing your own feelings is a good thing, isn't it? Not just sadness, but I means every feeling, happiness, love, sadness, and fear.”
“...”
“Don't let anyone know these feelings better than yourself because that could lead to people with bad intentions using these things to harm you my son... Do you understand, Nin?”
“I understand.” The little boy said to Tattanai who responded with a relieved chuckle, reaching into his pants pocket and handing over a round, brown candy to Nin.
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