18 The right way is the RIGHT way, or so he thought

"This way, Your Highness."

Chance could not focus and just let his feet follow the servant that was escorting him to his room. Breaking from the daze, he smacked himself multiple times when the servant was not looking. 'Aaaaaa!!!' he screamed while closing his eyes, palms on his cheek as it heats up from remembering what happened on the terrace.

"Since you are a special guest, Crown Prince, you are to stay in this wing of the palace. This is where..."

'That man is insane, I swear!' he thought, ignoring what the servant was saying. His shyness towards Caliber disappeared and he could curse him all day. He was covering his face while walking, out of shame. As he put down his hands, his fingers slowly traced down his cheek until it went over his lips.

Strangely, he could still feel Caliber's lips on his.

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Chance roughly pushed him away, he immediately touched his lips and glared at Caliber. "Stop it! You misund—"

Chance could not continue his words as their face was an inch away. He wanted to say more and complain but he was frozen, unable to take his gaze away from his turquoise eyes. "Why are you complaining when you like it?" he whispered with a smirk, they are so close that his neck was tickled when he whispered.

Chance turned his head to the side, avoiding the face of the prince that was about to touch his own. "I do not." he denied. The Canopus prince laughed, despite his response, he was flushed red. "Next time you lie, do not be too obvious." he stated and smiled.

"Look, I really do not like it!" the Crown prince insisted but Caliber was not convinced, "Say it to my face." he said. He is having fun watching Chance's reactions. He did not understand why he had gotten mad earlier when they were in front of the King of Antares, but now that he is with Chance, he felt as though the unpleasant feeling had vanished. 'What kind of sorcery is this, Your Highness?' he joked in his mind.

Chance knew that he would not believe him no matter how he denies it since he does not even try to listen to what he was going to say that would clear up the misunderstanding. He abruptly turned his head, "I will say it again, You are misunders—"

At the turn of his head, he forgot that Caliber was leaning so their noses brushed together startling the two of them. 'Seriously, Can I not finish my sentences?' Chance thought and closed his eyes, embarrassed about the position that they are in.

The surprise in Caliber's face faded and he was no longer startled. Instead of leaning backwards, he gave out a smirk, obviously pleased by the situation. He leaned towards Chance even more, his left hand was on his lower back, pulling him closer. "It is your fault for making me addicted."

Chance stayed still and Caliber tilted his head slowly, capturing him in another kiss. Chance was peeking, slightly opening his eyes to check if there was somebody near them. He was nervous to be seen, especially if it was one of the servants or nobles from Antares.

Caliber who was still not pulling away from the kiss, sensed his worry. He brushed Chance's cheeks until his hand went to the back of his head, caressing his hair. Chance felt good and was about to put his hands to Caliber's shoulders but he heard a voice from afar, calling him.

"Your Highness! Crown Prince!" yelled a voice behind the doors that leads to the terrace, where they are at.

Chance pulled away and looked at the door. He then looked at Caliber with an expression that the Canopus prince could not decode. He looked away and returned to the ballroom to look for the person calling him.

Leaving Caliber in a daze on the terrace.

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'Was I mad?! I should have complained and yelled for what he did. How could I leave with a dismayed look like I was hoping for more?' he thought and slapped himself with both hands. 'I cannot believe I kissed a man I just met twice!'

"Only two rooms are in this wing so you can be reassured that it is big and will be to your satisfaction. So your room is on the left while the right is..."

Chance raised his hand at the level of his chest with a closed fist, he have decided with all his will. 'I cannot meet him again, Ever!'

"Your Highness, do you understand?"

Chance turned his head to the escort, blankly. "What?"

The servant smiled, "Did you hear the things I said, Your Highness? This is where your chamber is located." he repeated.

Ashamed of the fact that he was not listening, he just nodded his head to not bother him to explain more. "Then I will get going now, Your Highness." the escort said and bowed, "A pleasant night, Crown Prince." he added and left.

Current situation: Stuck

He was standing in the middle of the hall, between two doors. "Crap, which one?"

'Chance Howard, why did you not listen!' he thought. He got too carried away, thinking about Caliber Stein to the point where he just walked straight following the servant with a blocked ears.

He took a deep breath and sighed, there was only one option for him. 'Go with my guts and guess!' he said and continuously switched his gaze from left to right. 'Eeny, Meeny, Min— Whatever, that won't work.' he thought and crossed his arms.

He then faced the door on the right, deciding to enter it based on his silly thought: "The right way is the RIGHT way!"

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. He went inside and his mouth agape as his eyes wandered around the fancy room. Just like other royal rooms, the furniture and stuff were made of gold. He loved his chamber at the Antares more but he cannot help but to be amazed by the room mix of black, gold and cream.

'Not really my choice of color but this one is also great.' he thought. He knows that he is a Crown Prince of another country, but is it necessary to give him a room this big and king-like when he is just going to stay for a night?

The first thing his mind ordered him to do is to go straight to bed. He flopped down flat on his back and sighed. 'I am always so tired in this world.' he thought. He kept rolling over the bed, feeling the soft and cold blanket which he likes.

Back in his century, he was so busy in his research that he eventually fell asleep in the hard, wooden table. Now, he appreciates the soft mattress that he never got to lie on. 'I want to get married to the bed.' he said in his mind, gripping on the quilt and he reached for the pillows.

He turned sideways, put one pillow on his back and another for him to hug. "Feels like heaven." he muttered. It has been a while since he had a good rest.

Seeing the messy bed, he stood up. The sheets were all messed up so he tried to fix it. Then he folded the quilt in half and returned the pillow back in their position. It was always like that, he is comfortable with playing with the pillows and blankets but could not sleep when it is messy because of him. Strange guy.

He did not take a bath yet because he was too tired so he was planning to take a nap first. He removed his coat, cravat and other decorations hanging in his clothes. All that was left on his top was his long sleeves, he felt lighter compared to earlier.

About to go to sleep, he climbed up the bed and lied down without crumpling the sheets like before. When his eyes were almost closed, it opened widely as he heard the creaking of a door not far from his left.

He sat down and turned his head, curious to see what it was and saw the door which was slightly opened, with a bit of steam coming out. There was a sound of dripping water so he assumed that it was a bathroom.

He glanced at the feet he saw from the door and his gaze slowly goes up, the man was wearing a black robe with a towel hung around his neck, with a hand rubbing his hair with the towel.

Dumbfounded at the face he saw when he looked up to the face, he stared blankly and got into a daze.

'I cannot meet him again, Ever!'

He just said that he would not meet him again but now he is right in front of him, 'Fate really loves to play with me.' he whined out of exhaust.

Caliber snapped out of his daze and smiled, happy to see the Crown prince again, "You missed me that much that you came looking for me?" he said with a smirk.

"Miss, my ass! Why are you even in my room?" Chance asked. Getting annoyed knowing that the Canopus prince even waited in his room. 'Creepy prince!'

"That is what I should be asking you." Caliber said in return while walking towards the direction of the Crown prince. "This is my room so why are you here?" Chance repeated.

"No," Caliber said and leaned on the foot post of the bed. "This is my room."

That was when Chance realized his mistake. His choice was wrong, it was actually the room in the left. Chance bit his lips and covered his face with the pillow, 'This is why I should always listen!'

Regret comes last. No matter what he thinks of, he has already done it.

Now he is trapped in the room with the predator who was set to get his prey. There was no doubt that he would not be able to escape.

'Damn it.'