The Prince [Chancheol]

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Chapter four: His Choice To Get Rid Of Him

"What the fuck Chwe Hansol" Obviously the Prince said as he pushed the figure in front of him with red, swollen lips.

"Oh, so you finally got my name right" the boy's eyebrow curved and out of all things, he chuckled. Amusement was written all over his face "you kiss good" he continued, unfazed of the Prince's wrath.

"I'll have you beheaded!" he screamed. He puffed his cheeks in frustration and stomped his feet. The latter, instead of apologizing, just laughed louder "I swear to everything good in this earth I'll have you beheaded!"

"Of course, my Prince" he winked "but not before I tell everyone how good of a kisser you are and how you made my lips swollen and maybe let's add that you fancied our Math Teacher" he mocked.

Yes, that's how you get the guy. Mock him. Great Something Chwe.

"I hate you" The Prince said in defeat.

"I know you do"

"I'm seriously gonna fucking end your miserable life, Something Chwe"

"Oh" the boy's lips curved into a small smirk "do I have to kiss you again for you to remember my name?"

The Prince's ear turned red as he felt his face heating up. This is so embarrassing. Kissing the person you constantly order around, making him feel your oh-so-goddamn-soft-lips is the most embarrassing thing to do.

Why would he even kiss me?

Does he like me?

No, he probably just got carried away from the moment.

But the way he acts feels like he likes it. Like, really, really like it?

Crap Chan stop talking to yourself. This isn't working.

Chan couldn't stop himself, he slapped his own cheeks... just to see if everything is just a dream, yet when nothing happened he slapped himself again, and again, and again and again, until two soft hands stopped him.

He would've ran to him if it wasn't Something Chwe's hands.

"Get away from me! Y-you pervert!" he shouted.

"Woah, there tiger. If this is about the kiss, let me remind you that you" he pointed at Chan for emphasis "kissed me" he pointed at himself. "but okay, if you want to hit yourself,be my guest then" he smiled cheekily.

"I should go, my prince. It's getting late anyway" but of course, before he left he planted a small kiss on Chan's lips that made the latter red and furious.

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All afternoon, he kept thinking about that kiss. It's not like Chwe was his first--He had lots of kisses really, even minghao and Seungkwan kissed him just for the sake of pissing him off--but this, this is different.

Plus add the fact that a certain loud-mouth-feeling-diva-friend of his has a huge crush on Chwe. If the clues aren't that clear it's Boo Seungkwan.

He can't just go and steal his friend's lover and---Chan slapped himself again, why the fuck is he thinking about being Chwe's boyfriend? He slapped himself again. Nope, Aniyo. Hindi (that's filipino) No (that's spanish. Can't you tell?) He CAN'T seriously think about Hansol being--nope he's not even gonna associate the B word to that pervert.

He soon received an KakaoTalk message from his mom telling him to go home early because she's cooking Turkey. (as if that's special) Chan rolled his eyes and threw his phone inside his bag.

But later took it again. He forgot to call his driver.

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To make things short, in a matter of minutes he's already in his--parents' castle. (what the heck, he's gonna have it anyway after he became king)

The smell of Turkey lingered around the whole castle. It's unbelievable but it really did. 

He let his bag fall on the floor with a loud thud as he made his way to the kitchen to find his Mother cooking bunch of dishes and his father sitting on the counter like he's not a King, for the sake of everything good, his father is even swinging his legs and humming a song. 

"What's for Dinner?" he asked, which earned a frown from his Mother. 

"I told you, it's turkey" she glared. 

Oh, yeah. right. He wouldn't have forgotten if Something Chwe didn't ki---nope!

He was shocked when his mom leaned down, putting her palm on the Prince's forehead. "Mom, what the hell are you doing?" he groaned. 

"You're turning red. I just thought you're sick" she replied innocently. 

Oh yes, he is sick. In fact he wants to puke.

"Y....yeah, I'm uh.. sick" he replied faking a cough. 

"Do you want me to take care of you?" A voice suddenly said behind his back.

Yes, please take care of me. Forever. 

"Oh, here you are Seungcheol. It's nice you can join us for dinner" he father enthusiastically said, jumping off the counter. 

"It's an honor, you're highness" 

The Prince's eyesight was starting to blur. He held onto Seungcheol's arms (damn they're toned) He can hear his mom's faint voice as he tried to speak, but only incoherent murmurs came out of his mouth. Until finally he fainted on Seungcheol's chest.

Of course everything was an act but no one really needs to know. 

He can hear how his Mom panic and he felt how his Math teacher carried him like he is his bride. He was blushing if you haven't realized by now and he really really wanted to peek but he fought the urge. If he do, there's a high chance Seungcheol will never comeback and hate him till he die. 

So no, nu-uh. never. 

He heard a door open as he felt his body being lowered down to the bed. He heard a phone ringing and he felt Seungcheol standing up. 

"Hey, uh Jeonghan can we uh cancel our date today?" He heard his Math teacher whisper. "It's an emergency, baby" then the Prince heard a sigh, he doesn't know if it's a sigh of relief or disappointment "Knew I could count on you, thank you baby. I love you, see you tonight" The Math teacher chuckled. 

He can't help but feel soft whenever the Prince hear his Math teacher's chuckle but sadly he is not the reason for those chuckled. 

And so he made his choice. He will get rid of Jeonghan.