System! This Prince Doesn't Want To Be An Idol Popstar!

“…”

“Ping Ping,” Jin whispered softly and noticed people were watching them.

Smiling, he bent down to pull his cousin into his arms.

“I missed you,” the idol prince admitted, “Ask Shun once the party is over. Right now, play nice.”

He pulled back and pinched the chubby cheeks, before posing for the cameras and recordings. While this was happening, Wen Dong was trying to stop Shun from grabbing another drink.

“What the heck is wrong with you?”

“What? You drink too,” Shun narrowed his blue eyes, “I can drink too.”

“But I have 2 livers, you only have half of one.”

“…”

“Ah Shun,” Wen Dong sighed and his face quickly caught fright when he watched Shun ignore what was said to chug another glass. Grabbing the empty glass from the silver haired male, he reprimanded the bartender and pulled Shun to stand. Frowning at his childhood friend, he could already see the flushed redness and the slight winces from Shun.

“Wen Dong,” Gina smiled and walked over to see Shun hanging off the boy’s arms.

“Gina!” Shun grinned, “We are going to sing together!”

The brunette laughed and nodded.

“I am excited as well, Ah Shun. Are you alright? Drank too much?” She teased and she looked over at Wen Dong who sighed.

“This guy seriously cannot drink anymore. What a light weight!”

An arm thrown over her shoulder and she blinked up at the guy with muscles.

“Oi, weren’t we supposed to sing together, Ah Shun? I know Gina is prettier than me, but come on! I am your best friend, aren’t I?”

Shun laughed and nodded lazily with a grin.

As they were speaking, Ping and his senses alerted him of trouble. He quickly turned to search for his good friends to see not one, but BOTH of them around that no good meany Gina!

‘Why was Wen Dong’s arm around her and why was Shun so happy!’

Quickly leaving his cousin, he ran, jumping over chairs and flowerpots to aim for them. Just like Ping Ping, Wen Dong had developed senses as well that alerted a ramming cute bull was headed their way. He threw Shun into Gina, who startled trying to right the noodle legged idol, and caught the pinkette against his chest.

‘Geez, even with my abs, Ping still hurts me. His head must be made of metal!’ Wen Dong groaned and held the fuming boy against him, muffling the angry words the boy was spouting. He looked over to see people watching the commotion and he only grinned brightly.

“Gina, could you take Shun to the couch, while I handle Ah Ping?”

The brunette nodded and dragged a grinning Shun right into-

“Gina.”

“Ah Jin.”

“I’d like to speak with Shun, is that alright Ah Shun?”

Suu Jin was smiling, he was always smiling, but his eyes were fuming behind the lens of lies. How dare Gina be holding Shun! He reached to take hold of Shun’s arm and saw the boy stare at him, opened his mouth and-

“Bleurgh!”

“…”

“…”

“I…” Shun shut his mouth.

From drinking to numb his pain to throwing up all over the idol prince… in front of everyone. It was quiet, except for the clicks of the cameras, he felt the blood drain out of his body. He was shivering and he could hear Ping fretting over him and Wen Dong also taking hold of his body. Yet, none of that covered the embarrassment, the shock, the humiliation he had done to himself.

“Xiong Shun,” Suu Jin’s voice was… it was hard and stern. He had never heard that angelic soft voice made that sound before! He was going to die, wasn’t he?

“Follow me.”

Suu Jin, with smears of his puke from Ping trying to clean it off, walked away and they all stared. Shun swallowed a few times, and then scrunched his face in disgust at the taste.

“Ah Shun, you should go.”

Lisa spoke quietly and glanced back at the idol prince, far away at this point in the conversation. There was an exchanged with his manager and then the pinkette continued walking, not once turning to see if he followed. Nodding, he waved his friends concerns off and quickly walked steps behind Suu Jin. Shun was staring at the blue carpeted floor when they entered the building and then blue turned red.

‘Stupid. I just… I threw up on him! I can’t believe… This is the worse!’

Entering Jin’s private room, Shun still avoided emerald eyes by looking at the carpet. He heard the lock on the door and Suu Jin walking around opening and shutting a door. Then, the sound of water entered his ears and Shun looked up toward the source. A bath… of course there was a bath for Suu Jin. Shun should have expected nothing less.

“Come here.”

Shun startled and he walked to the idol prince who was standing in the bathroom. The blood he loss earlier from the shock, now was burning him up. He watched as those soft fingers unbuttoned satin stained shirt. Each button was like a tease and Shun’s palms were sweaty. The reveal of that chest, the one from the picture Jin sent was exposed to his eyes.

To say he was breathless was an understatement.

“You…”

“Remove your clothes, Ah Shun.”

Suu Jin spoke softly in a whisper and he dropped his jaw. Dirtied pants were slipped off and then Shun saw… he saw…

He squeaked when fingers cupped his face and he was staring at the beautiful idol.

“Hm, you are cold. Ah Shun, quickly. Unless you want me to remove them?”

‘Yes!’ His mind shouted with glee and it only brought the paint of redness to cover his entire body. Clearing his throat, he shook his head and started undressing. He had to look away from Suu Jin getting into the bath or he would just stand there half naked and… hard.

‘Need to get myself distracted or he… he would think I am weird!’

So, rushing to the small bottle of mouthwash he saw, he took a swig to swish around his mouth. He didn’t want bad breath around the idol prince! What if they end up kissing?!

Spitting it out and cleaning off the sink, he took off his boxers, covered his privates, and slipped into the bath sitting opposite of Jin. They stared at one another and Shun splashed his face with the hot water. Was the bath hot or was it him? He wasn’t sure, but all he knew was that Jin’s legs were just right there and his face was over there and…

“I’m sorry.”

Shun’s mind short circuited for a moment before he realized it was Suu Jin who apologized, not him.

“What-”

“I told you I would leave her for you,” Jin leaned against the tub and closed his eyes.

“So… You didn’t break up with her,” Shun sighed and looked down at the water.

He stared at the pale legs in the water and his fingers ran across the calve. He chuckled softly, noting how smooth it was and how much trouble Suu Jin would have to go through just to shave. The water rippled and bounced against the ceramic tub when Suu Jin moved toward him.

Their lips touched and Shun felt the press of their chests and he moaned, pulling the pinkette closer to him. Fingers skimmed down his chest and over his nub. He gripped smooth skin and groaned when Suu Jin kissed down the side of his neck.

“You smell good, Ah Shun.”