The Next Prince, Chapter 7 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 7 pg1
Chapter 07: A Conservative Person.
By: ceo. ft ennice.
“Holy Shit! Nin, you're the real deal.”
The sound from behind jolts Charan's senses, bringing him back to the present situation. His sharp eyes blink rapidly as the heat of embarrassment spreads across his face.
The young man's heart skips a beat, remembering the ancient legend of Emmaly, his homeland.
‘You can date anyone, hold hands, kiss cheeks, or express love in any way.’
‘But don't give kisses away easily, dear, because in our country... a kiss is a vow to love each other forever... We only kiss someone... when we want to spend our lives together.’ the sweet and gentle tone of the mother who once spoke to Charan when he was young echoed in his head again. Although he often remembered his mother being by his side and spending time together, it was not often that Charan heard her talk about this matter.
It was as if the mind wanted to emphasize how important a 'kiss' was for the people of Emmaly.
Charan clearly remembered that his mother had said that the people of Emmaly would only kiss someone when they vowed to love each other forever.
They usually used their first kiss to propose marriage in the old customs.
Although nowadays society isn't as strict about the first kiss as before...
Charan still adhered to those traditions like before.
Khanin removed his hand from the warm cheeks, his eyes hidden behind two layers of eyelashes, staying on his teammate's face for a moment, as if scanning before looking past without any sign of embarrassment.
The young man managed to scrape the remaining small pieces of Pocky onto the back of his hand before turning to face the other members with a calm expression, as if nothing shocking had just happened.
“I have this much left.” Khanin said, showing a small piece of Pocky, which appeared to be about three millimeters long, to Charlie.
The referee checked it before nodding towards the competitors. Seymour and Jimmy, who were standing with sly smiles, seemed to have already determined the outcome of the contest.
“My partner has none left.” Seymour walked in confidently and shrugged before continuing with a relaxed manner, “So, we won, right? Now who has to drink the trash water?”
“It's Khanin.” Jimmy walked up to his lover with a smile, happy for the rare opportunity to get back at their mischievous friend.
Khanin exchanged a glance with Jimmy, then looked at Seymour, who was standing beside him with a superior smile and arrogant demeanor, and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
“What does the rule say, Charlie?”
“The competitors must eat Pocky sticks. Whoever has more remaining or longer sticks, that pair loses and must share the trash water.” Charlie explained, as his adorable face frowned, and he showed the tiny piece of Pocky he was holding to everyone.
“Whoever has the shortest Pocky stick left... that person wins.” Khanin emphasized the word “wins” and slightly smirked when he saw Seymour's face turning pale.
“....”
“But you guys don't have any left, not even a bit... so, who should drink the trash water?”
Amidst the silence, only the distant sound of an ambulance siren could be heard. Khanin smiled at the corner of his mouth as if announcing his victory, raising one eyebrow to show his superiority and his undefeated status in the game.
Khanin was the true winner.
If anything should be blamed, it would be the flawed rules. Khanin had to protect his own rights because he didn't want to lose face in a silly game. His title was not achieved by luck or chance.
Jimmy and Seymour are a formidable pair, but because Khanin had thought of ways to escape from the start, he did not hesitate for a moment to invest in locking Charan's face closer to bite the Pocky as short as possible.
No matter how correct the rules are, there is no way to resist the gaze of other friends.
“Oh, we lost... It's okay to admit it.” The heartache was bigger than the couple could bear to accept the defeat. Jimmy and Seymour looked at each other before one of them finally gave in.
“...”
“I'll drink that trashy water myself.”
“Ha!”
The friends cheered loudly when they finally found the true winner. Paul was the one to pick up the garbage water and divide it into two glasses, giving them to Seymour and Jimmy as the kings. Everyone surrounded them and cheered as the couple pinched their noses and bravely drank the strange liquid.
Khanin should stop his smile and focus on his own victory, but for some reason, his eyes wandered elsewhere.
The sight of Jimmy and Seymour making faces while lifting their glasses of water did not capture Khanin's attention. He used to think victory and punishment were important, but now his eyes were fixed on the handsome face of someone.
Worse, his entire focus was gathered on... the lips of Charan. Khanin didn't understand, he wasn't sure why he couldn't look away.
The more he saw Charan's worried expression and the warm touch of his finger on his lips, the stranger it felt inside. It was itchy and restless, as if an army of ants was marching in his heart.
Had he played too hard?
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