XXII

                                    

                                          
CHAN was not in his right form. It was the day of the games and the prince just couldn't get Felix off of his mind after seeing him yesterday.
He needed focus. He had to win the games. He had to show Changbin just what he was made of.
Chan wanted Changbin to lose.
But the prince couldn't concentrate. Not when Changbin was practically drooling over Felix while the younger was serving refreshments to all the participants.
Chan tried to scoot closer to the pair to listen to what they were talking about and he tried his best to go unnoticed.
"It's really hot out here. Are you sure you're okay, darling?" Asks Changbin and Chan swore he saw Felix's face turn red. Chan assumes that it was the sun's fault.
"I'm okay, your highness. Don't worry about me, it's just a little heat," Felix smiles a little and rubs a little sweat off of his forehead. "Good luck in the games."
"I'll be sure to win for you, angel!" Changbin replies as he takes the younger's hand gently and kisses the back of it.
Chan, who watching the scene unfold in front of him, closes his fists tightly in anger.
Chan, calm down, he says to himself.
"Uhm."
Chan hears a timid voice and immediately looks up to meet Felix's eyes. The same gorgeous orbs the prince fell for on the first night they met.
Felix doesn't say anything and just shoves the tray he was holding in Chan's direction. The tray contained fresh fruit juices and biscuits.
Chan realized that Felix wanted him to have some as well. "Thank you," The prince says taking a glass of juice and a single biscuit from the tray.
Felix simply nods and stands there until Chan is done with his juice to retrieve the empty glass.
"Yesterday..." Chan decides to speak first and Felix looked surprised. "I'm sorry for rushing out from the porch like that. It wasn't right."
"It's okay," Felix chuckles slightly making Chan smile at the sight.
"Will you be watching?" Chan asks. "The games, I mean."
"Yes, all the staff will be."
"Are you going to root for me?" Chan questions and looks at Felix with desperation.
Felix beams at Chan, "Of course, good luck! I hope you win, Cha- your highness," The chef stumbles upon his words.
"Please just call me Channie, like before," Chan pleads but Felix's eyes have a hint of hesitation in them.
"I-I can't do it anymore," Felix says. "It's not appropriate."
The younger male takes the empty glass from Chan's hand and places it on his tray.
"I'll get going n-now," Felix tells the other as he walks towards the castle with the tray clenched tightly in his hands.