Not Your Typical Royal

Chapter 5

Hyunjin felt his heart leap in his throat, he had actually texted Chan back on his phone. It wasn't just the school app. Cellphone laid flat on the bed side table that was across the hospital bed he was in. Hesitation sunk in finger hovering over the cal button.

Boba eyes flickered up to stare at the wall and before he could change his mind he hit the green call symbol. Placing the phone on speaker. He reached for a sick bag. Nausea common when he became way to anxious. His stomach had already done flips from the small conversation they had.

He let out an audiable gasp upon hearing Chan stutter. On campus he seemed so smooth and calm and very confident. "Hi." hyunjin said feebly, feeling suddenly shy and meek. Despite the other couldn't see him.

"Ah I almost throughly you were a girl and ghosting me. I'm glad you're not but I feel really horrible you're sick. Can you tell me where you are so I can come visit?!" Chan was hopeful.

Hyunjin fell silent on the other side. After a few moments of silence he answered. "No that won't be necessary. You don't need to see me like this. Besides my dorm mate will be bringing me notes and I am a week behind on assignments!"

After another few moments. "I am really tired can we talk later maybe.. if you want to that is." He said heart kind of saddened he was already trying to cut the conversation short but he was so anxious and still not feeling the best. He was inward and outwardly starting to panic.

Chan agreed. Disappointment was clear in his voice but at the same time he came across understanding. "Promise me we will talk soon.." with that they hung up.

Hyunjin shoved the table aside and reached for the bag to get sick. Wiping at his mouth in disgust at himself knowing full well he had worked himself up in a matter of minutes. Unable to keep down the food he'd eaten only twenty minutes before.

Man how was he ever going to work up the nerve to reveal himself to Chan. Bangchan was a prince what would he want with a nerdy art student?! He was a muscular athlete, Hyunjin was scrawny, toned lean muscle from being a dancer. But the most strenuous thing he did outside of that was try to decide what medium to paint with or if he pressed too hard on a pencil and shaded too dark.

When he was healthy enough he would be back to sculpting classes, to poetry, to a little bit of ballet and jazz. Nose in books, glasses askew on his face when stressed, or tidy on the edge of his nose as he had his tongue stuck out as he sketched and used water colors to make a gorgeous painting.

But for now he had to focus on getting better and forgetting Chan for the moment. Cause anytime he thought of him his heart raced, and the knots in his stomach bum rushed the butterflies right out of the way.

Laying back in the bed he grabbed his phone to call Lixie. Knowing his best friend would cheer him up. Get his mind off the fact he was hiding himself away. "Do you wanna skip those etiquette classes and come see me? Tell your mum it's an emergency!"

He cackled, knowing the life of a Prince wasn't cut out for him. A bad influence on the younger. Should something happen to Chan it would be up to Felix. But for now that pressure was on Chan.

"Can you also bring me something that isn't hospital grool! I am already looking forward to getting back to the dorm with ramen! I'm gonna eat all the bad things!"

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A few hours later Hyunjin was laughing and cringing as it hurt his ribs and stomach. Sending him into coughing fits. Struggling to not rip the oxygen tube out of his face. Groaning, "I am so over this dry air, being sick. Being stuck here. Granted I'd just be painting.. anything but being bound to this bed."

Felix rubbed his back. Brows rising when Hyunjins phone dinged several times. Hyunjin scrambled to grab it just to shut it up. Thinking maybe it was Jeongin or Seungmin. Nope it was Chan. A blush tinting his cheek. He dropped the phone and shimmed down into the covers.

Felix tilted his head. "What has got you all flustered mate?" Leaning in he playfully reached for the phone. Hyunjin was quick to swat his hand but not fast enough before Felix saw Chan's name. "You're talking to my brother? My brother has you blushing?"

Hyunjin groaned and rubbed his face. "He doesn't know it's me... and what no I think I feel feverish suddenly!" He stammered try to lie to save himself more embarrassment.

"Why haven't you told him, you're always over.. if it's nothing shouldn't matter right?" Brows raised and he then waggled them teasing Hyunjin who once more felt his face tiny pink and he grumbled.

"Don't tell him.. please.. it's.. it's nothing but I'm not ready yet okay?! Let me get out of here first okay?" He meekly offered. Pulling a pillow over his face. "Maybe I should rest!" He hinted at Felix to get going now completely feeling anxiety spiking and maybe a hint of fear. "Promise me you'll let me tell him?"

Felix clicked his tongue, wheels turning a few things finally made sense to him and why Chan didn't talk to Minho. He'd be embarrassed to say something to his best friend about an anonymous boy when Felix realized who it was. "Listen mate.. just tell him I promise you'll feel better once you do. But alright I promise I won't. I'll let you rest." He leaned in and gave him a hug.

Hyunjin wished he could feel a sense of relief wash over him but he didn't, his stomach knotted and he screamed into the pillow once he was sure Felix was out of earshot. He turned on his side and crammed the pillow under his head. He wasn't ready, to tell Chan. What if he rejects me?! I'm just some nerd. Only someone like me would even consider me.. if I am even at all desirable. At least that's what his anxiety said and his mind was horrible to him.