Sorry for the late late update..i know, i know...no excuse. Was kind of caught up with The Voice of My Troubled Heart, wrecking my head for the quotes.
Stubborn Souls - Fragrance of Love
- A Surpise Visit -
He could feel his face burning and knew he should move or something. But as he watched the king leaning closer and closer, all he could do was watch. And for some reason, he closed his eyes and felt the king's hands bit tightly around his wrists. Reflexively and unconsciously, he flexed his own hands. Closer and closer he felt the king leaning, he could almost feel the warm breaths the other boy was letting out and almost unconsciously he let his mouth opened slightly...
"Oh my."
Somewhere amidst the sound of his thundering heart, he heard a faint yet distinctive voice. With almost immediately his eyes shot open and met with the king's own pair of shocked eyes. Someone coughed while another snickered. Then the gleeful sound of a child's laughter. Yuuri let out a sound as he watched the king closed his eyes and unceremoniously dropped his head onto his shoulder. A more embarrassing predicament.
"When I suggested for you to talk, I didn't mean this." His brother's voice was laced with humour and he wished for the ground to split open and swallow him whole. "Now I wonder what would really happen if we came a little later?"
If looks could really kill as the saying goes, his would and Conrad would be writhing in pain right now.
"Are you going to stay that way?" His other brother sniffed. His face immediately flamed even more as he remembered his rather embarrassing position. He pulled back immediately and scooted far from the king who, amazingly, pulled back as well.
He glared at his so-called best friend as he watched Murata laughed alongside with his snickering brother. They were still thinking about his embarrassing moment, laughing out loud at some point.
"May be I shouldn't have interrupted the two of you back then. Who knows what would happen." The black-haired Sage smiled as he glanced at the dark-haired king. Wolfram, safely in his bed, could only watch the sheets. His cheeks were still amazingly red, effeminizing the knight even more. As though sensing that the king was watching him, the golden-haired boy lifted his head up towards him. The redness deepened as Wolfram glared at him before haughtily glanced away. He just sighed as he hung his head.
It had been a week since that slight mishap, though his brother had kept on snickering each time they met each other. It was the same with Murata as well. Somehow, he was restless. He never thought he'd actually miss Wolfram, well, not this badly. For two days, he'd been lingering around his house, hoping for the golden-haired boy to appear at his doorstep. The third day, Murata informed him they had returned back to the demon country. For two days, he moped.
His parents were worried and urged him to go back to the other world, but he refused. He gave this lop-sided excuse that the school term wasn't over yet.
If you miss him that much, go back. Don't be an ignorant fool.
Murata warned him, if he didn't take action, he'll personally go after the golden prince himself.
After all, Wolfram looks exactly like Shin-ou.
But he knew his dark-haired friend was just trying to agitate him into going back. A knock on the door caught his attention but he didn't bother to open it, leaving it to his mother.
Whoever's at door, it's probably one of Mom's friends.
But the knocking was quite persistent, making him realize that he was the only one home. With a grumble, he made his way towards the door. And got the mildly warm shock of his life.