Chapter 69 - I Wonder Too

“…”

‘Crap,’ Manager Quang sighed and rubbed his mustache for a moment. He wasn’t going to get anything done now, dammit. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at all the boys for a moment and frowned. These boys need to learn to focus on the task at hand, not drop everything for a friend!

“It isn’t your issue. Besides! Look what happen! Ping Ping is a mess and you probably want to run to take care of that wet noodle, right? Huh? Yeah, that is what I thought.”

Manager Quang crossed his arms and huffed.

“This is a business. Clean yourself up and get ready. You’ll be going to the R.E.P Radio to talk about your single. We leave in 20 minutes.”

“…”

“What?!”

“Manager Quang,” Wen Dong held the older man’s stare for a while, but then let out a deep sigh, “Alright.”

Their manager went to a separate room and he nodded over to Tee and Marik, letting them know it would be fine. The two boys went to get themselves ready and he picked up the snotty tear faced pinkette. Ah, baby Ping and his soft heart. It wasn’t always the best thing, but it was the same thing. Ping Ping was Ping Ping and Wen Dong would never change his friend.

“Eh, you done crying?” He questioned softly with a smile.

“No,” Ping sniffed and purple eyes stared as the snot bubble moved. It was disgusting and yet, cute at the same time. Yes! He already knew he was weird!

“Don’t worry. Ah Shen is strong. He will be fine. He is a fighter, remember?”

He pulled off his shirt and wiped his friend’s face clean. When he was done, he placed his forehead against his friend and sighed.

“We have to continue fighting for him. Whatever is happening, Ah Shun wouldn’t want us to worry. Let us be strong for him, okay? We will see him as soon as we are done with work.”

“Promise?”

“Mm,” Wen Dong sighed and kissed the pinkette’s forehead. Standing and stretching, he scratched the back of his head with a relieved groan.

“Ah, wonder if I should wear that Hawaiian shirt?”

“No shirt.”

“EH?”

He blinked over to see the pinkette staring at him with big green eyes.

“No shirt.”

“Ah Ping, I can’t just go half naked, you know.”

“But Ah Dong looks best without a shirt.”

“…”

“…”

“Pssh!”

Wen Dong grabbed the young boy and threw him over his shoulder laughing. Grinning, he headed to their bedroom to start changing.

“I always look good! For that, Ah Ping, you are going to wear that baby shirt.”

“What?! No! I am not a baby,” Ping whined and it only led to Wen Dong laughing even louder. Ah Ping would always be a baby.

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[Staring at the sky, blue and clear, he reached his hand out as if he could touch the vastness of it. He always wondered how it would feel to be like the sky. Was it hard wishing to touch the ground? Was it envious of the people below?

A palm covered his eyes and he felt a chin sit on his shoulder.

“Prince Peter?”

“Mm.”

His heart raced and he smiled with reddened ears. Both princes had met up away from their kingdoms to a field of golden wheats. Sometimes, they would meet at the lake, the hills, the wildflowers at the edge of his kingdom. Each time, his heart would flutter and his body would itched for Prince Peter’s touch. He was certain he was the only one who felt this way for the handsome prince, but still…

Prince Peter was here with him.

“Prince Shun,” arms wrapped around him and he squeezed his eyes shut before they burst into hearts, “You smell nice.”

Smiling, he looked down at the arm around him and his cheeks flushed. Prince Peter, the handsome prince in all the kingdoms, was holding him so casually like it was normal to do. If he placed his palms over Prince Peter’s, what would the prince do? Would he pull away or would the prince be okay with it?

“Why were you looking at the sky? Something you saw?” Prince Peter asked.

Arms pulled away and the heat against his back was gone.

'Ah, too late.'

“I was thinking… how it would feel to be a sky.”

He turned to see brown eyes watching him.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Prince Peter looked at the sky and stared at it for awhile. Shun just watched the beautiful man. His lips curled into a smile when he watched Prince Peter mimic his movement earlier, with a hand outstretched to the sky. Only difference was, Prince Peter seemed to be glittering a bit.

Well… Prince Peter was handsome and even the sun agreed. Maybe that was why the prince looked shiny to his eyes. Shiny and perfect.

“I wonder too, Ah Shun.”

He watched the lovely prince walked closer to him and a palm cupped his cheek. He blinked slowly and licked his lips. They leaned in and-]

*Smack*

A loud groan was heard in the quiet room. Rolled up into the bedsheet, the man looked like a cocoon wiggly for a butterfly to break free. A head of silver hair popped out before a face appeared. Eyes heavy with slight redness on the face, blue eyes blinked tiredly.

Shun stared at the ceiling and tried to remember if his dream was real. He did remember meeting with Prince Peter, but he didn’t remember the prince holding him or calling him Ah Shun. Did they kiss? No way he would had forgotten that…

‘Suu Jin was my first kiss… not Prince Peter… right?’

His stomach growled, asking to be fed.

“I wish I had a cook. I don’t wanna get up,” he moaned and added, “Even Ah Dong. I would eat his soup too.”

“Would you?”

Shun’s eyes widened and he sat up quickly, before he groaned rubbing his temple.

“Slow down, Xiong Shun,” the female sighed and placed a palm on his head, “Ah, you really are sick. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. I am sorry. Is Producer Wang upset with me?”

“Ah, don’t worry,” Manager Bon, the angel, waved the concern away and helped him up, “I brought food. Come eat. I have questions.”

'Great....' Shun deadpanned and frowned at himself, 'Just great.'