14 A glimpse of the midnight sky

The leaves of the trees rustled, hearing it go with the blowing sound of the wind. In the moment where Chance felt like time had stopped for him, all he could do was to stare at the face of the man that was holding him.

There was an inexplicable sadness inside of him, his heart felt as if it was slowly being crushed. In between joy and sorrow, his chest was in pain. A piercing pain. "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?" the man asked.

There was water forming in his sapphire eyes, like it was drained from the eyes' color. A drop of tear fell and rolled down his cheek, until it was followed by another drop and another, realizing that he was already crying and he could not stop it. He did not blink and continued staring at the man with shiny hair with a blend of black and blue tones.

It was as though he was staring at a midnight sky.

The man has a visible confusion plastered on his face. His brows furrowed with worry and curiosity. "Why are you cr—"

The man was taken off guard when Chance suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to his. With slightly widened eyes, he looked at Chance who was claiming his lips with a face that is stained with dry tears. Moving his mouth in sync with his, the hands that were put gently in Chance's back moved, embracing him to another pull, deepening the kiss.

Liking the lips he was feeling, Chance opened his eyes and saw the man. He gasped, surprised, causing him to bite the man's lips. The man grunted, pulling away from the kiss and Chance pushed him away with force with widened eyes. "That hurts! What is wrong with you?" the man asked while touching his own lips that bled a little from the bite.

Chance panting, chased his breath while covering his mouth. "You—"

The man stopped him from talking by raising his hand, "I see, so you are one of the type where you kiss people then put the blame on them." he said and gave a sarcastic sigh then went to sit down in a casual manner on the bench of the garden.

"No! That is not it! I just..." he denied but couldn't think of an excuse. 'Why did I even do that?' he asked, he wanted to smack himself for such a thing he had done.

"Just felt like kissing?" the man continued his words and smirked. "Next time you want to kiss again, tell me so I will not be surprised." he said. His expression was obvious that he was teasing Chance.

Chance's face was flushed with red and he could feel his cheeks heating up, "It is not like there will be next time!" he exclaimed which made the man laugh.

"I thought you did that because you missed what happened that night."

Chance paused and turned to him, "What do you mean?" The man looked back at him and gave out a snort, "I know you are mad about it, but isn't it mean to pretend nothing happened?"

Chance did not respond and his confusion grew more, 'But I really don't know!' he shouted inside but he could not tell it to him. "Oh, that. I remember haha." he lied.

The man squinted at him which made Chance sweat a little. The man grabbed his hands and pulled him to a seat beside him. As Chance dropped down to the bench, the man went closed to him, "Are you sure you remember?" he asked gazing down at his lips.

Chance gulped, 'D-did something really happen between him and Charles?' he thought. Just trying to imagine it makes his face heat up again, he pushed the man that was trying to get close to him, "Don't make me say it, It is embarrassing." he said and looked away to the side, his face with a hint of pink.

The man stared at him and chuckled at his cute expression, "Seems like you remember."

Chance felt his heart beating fast and was nervous, 'So I was right! They really d-did it!' he thought. He secretly touched himself, 'Wait, I am in Charles's body, that means...' he couldn't continue what he was thinking and covered his face with his two palms due to embarrassment.

"But you know, if it were you, you would have punched me the moment I asked you about that night." the man stated and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Chance tensed up, that was right. He never really knew Charles. He never really knew what he was like before he came to his body. That was the hardest part.

Chance looked at his hand then back at the man's face, he formed his fist into a ball then raised it in front of the man. The man stared at him while holding back his smile as he watched Chance contemplate about hitting him. 'So funny.' he thought.

When Chance finally built up the will to hit him, he gave a lot of his force and punched him but the man caught his hand which made him surprised. They both lost balance due to the force and fell over from the bench.

They both grunted in pain from the fall. The man fell flat on his back while Chance did not get that hurt as he was on top of him, making him a shield. "Are you okay?" Chance muttered as he slightly came up from lying down.

The man laughed while on the ground, "I did not know you wanted to be on top. I will make sure to remember." he said. Chance paused and the blood rushed up to his face, realizing what he meant.

He hit him on the chest and moved away from the top of the man, sat down on the ground beside him while the man was still lying down looking at him.

For a few minutes where they stayed still, Chance was getting uneasy by the man's piercing stare, "What?" Chance asked.

He smiled, "Want to kiss again?" he suggested with a teasing smile. Chance frowned after hearing the question and ignored him.

He also lied down on the ground, gazing at the starry sky beside the man. Chance's mouth agape as he saw a quick glimpse of a wishing star in the starry sky. He immediately closed his eyes and wished that all would go well in his mission.

"Amazing."

Chance opened his eyes after hearing the mutter of the man. "The star?"

"The kiss."

Chance sat back up and kicked him, "Stop repeating that!" he exclaimed, making the man laugh. "But it is the truth, I could not help it."

His brows furrowed, "Do you normally just kiss back someone like that? You could have just stopped me." he asked.

"Then why did you kiss me?" he questioned back.

"I'm the one asking here."

He sighed, "Of course not. Do I look like I would kiss back anyone who kisses me? Seriously." he answered.

'You do look like someone who'd do that.' Chance thought.

He stared down at the man, "Then why did you respond to my kiss?" he asked with a serious tone.

The man who was staring at the sky turned his gaze towards him, with the enchanting amber eyes that could swallow him all. "Because I feel that I would regret it if I did not kiss you now."

He felt his heart ache again, his mood dropped low and his eyes sting. He does not understand why he feels such sorrow just by being with him, it was as though he wanted to embrace him everytime he looked at the man.

The same pain and agony he went through when he sees the guy at the café. The same sad feeling that he was having a hard time to handle as the tears kept flowing with no reason. But this time, it was much more painful.

"But why are you asking as if it is the first time I kissed you? I did so last ni—" Chance landed another light hit on his arm. This time there was no embarrassment or anger.

The hit was just to stop him from making a joke, because he could not take funny things with the overflowing sorrow inside him.

The man finally stood up and looked at him. Seeing the same expression he saw earlier, he subconsciously pulled him in an embrace. "I do not know why you are in such sorrow, but please do not cry anymore." he said while caressing Chance's back.

Still embracing Chance, he stood up slowly. He pushed him gently and his hands went up to his face, "I do not know why you are acting differently, but I like it." he joked. "Especially, the kiss." he added as another teasing remark for him

"I told you to stop saying that!" Chance exclaimed and smiled because he was in the middle of tearing up.

"Caliber! Come here!" a voice shouted from a distance behind the doors of the garden.

"Ugh, what a bother." the man muttered. He looked back at Chance and flashed a cheeky smile, "See you again, Crown Prince." he said and removed his hands on him.

The man walked away and disappeared, he was left alone there in the garden in between happy and sad. 'So his name was Caliber.'

He stared at the starry sky again. This was the first time he had liked the night. He sat down and gazed on the stars. 'I guess I have to wait for another midnight sky.'

But the only midnight sky that he will probably like is the man who had left him under this night.

But at least he had caught a glimpse of him.

A glimpse of the midnight sky.