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

Suu Jin rubbed his back and held him just as tight.

He walked with the idol to the couch and cried. With all the failures and defeat he felt, he wondered if the idol prince would leave him too. So, he held tighter and kissed longer, hoping the pinkette was not going to throw him away. He didn’t like losing or failing, he had done it much in his past life, he didn’t want to be like that here too.

This was why he chose to be lazy.

Living a lazy life, there were not much expectations of you, not much responsibilities, and no chance at failing. His mind wandered, wondering if this was how Prince Peter felt as well. Maybe that was why the prince would join him lazing around the secluded areas.

“It will be alright,” Suu Jin’s angelic voice soothed him and fingers wiped away his tears.

“Will it?” He whispered and lips touched his again.

“Yes,” the idol prince kissed his tears, kissed his cheeks, and Shun felt the kisses seeped through to his heart.

Suu Jin held him for a moment, just anchoring his mind to the present, not the past. Another kiss to his temple and the pinkette stood.

“You must be hungry.”

“Mm,” Shun nodded and stood up as well, “I can make something.”

“Shouldn’t it be me? You are sad, I should be a good boyfriend and make you food.”

Jin grinned and headed to the kitchen leaving a wide eyed Shun. The silver haired male blinked and blinked, before his face flushed deep red. His rapid heart was beating incessantly, and he was on the verge of squealing high pitched. Suu Jin just said he was his boyfriend… that was… that meant they were a couple, right?

‘I can’t believe this! I can’t! Ah~’ Shun was inwardly jumping for joy.

“Prince Shun,” Prince Peter’s voice filtered through his mind, “Wish to see tasks?”

‘Uh… The competition is over, Prince Peter. Why are you still in my head?’

“Wish to see tasks?”

‘You’re not answering my question.’

“Check your tasks.”

‘…’

“1. Duet with Gina. 2. Do not fall in love with Suu Jin.”

‘…’

“Do NOT fall in love with Suu Jin.”

‘…”

“DO not fall-”

‘I get it! Stop it already,’

Shun didn’t understand why Prince Peter was so persistent on reminding him of that stupid task. Huffing, he headed over to the kitchen and his upset evaporated. Suu Jin was watching a video on how to make curry. He smiled amusedly, as the pinkette paused the video and grabbed the items needed from the fridge and cupboards. Suu Jin placed them all on the counter and stared at them, reading off the ingredients needed, before going over it again.

Shun sighed pleased and loved as he sat on the island, watching the pinkette chop and boil rice. The smell of ginger and curry was aromatic in the kitchen. The idol prince was cleaning off some items used as he watched the video, only to have the water splashed onto his white collared shirt. Sighing, Jin took off his shirt and continued making the meal.

“Ah Shun,” Jin spoke as he stirred the curry and fluffed the rice, “It will be done soon.”

Suu Jin didn’t hear anything and he turned to see the silver haired male staring at him. Big blue eyes were looking at his chest and blood was dripping down his nose. Jin quickly left the stove to grab a towel. Pressing it to Shun’s nose, the protagonist finally blinked awake.

“Are you alright? Need to lie down?”

“Your just…” Blue eyes searched his face and Jin furrowed his brows, “So… so gorgeous.”

Shun watched lips curled and eyes crinkled, and he kissed his idol prince again. His fingers touched and trailed down smooth arms and chest. Suu Jin moved closer and Shun felt fingers slipping under his shirt. Moaning, he wrapped his arms around the pinkette and pulled him closer to taste more of the hot mouth.

“Baby,” Jin moved to kiss toward his ear, “You didn’t let me touch you before. Will you let me now?”

Fingers skimmed his hardened buds and Shun shivered. He was hard, throbbing, and wanted so much of Jin, but-

“Not… not yet.”

Shun looked away and Jin pulled back. His face was cupped and he looked into green eyes to see sadness. Shun reached up, since he was sitting and Jin was standing, to pull the idol prince to him. Their lips touched again and he had to hold himself back when he heard the moan from Suu Jin. The pinkette tasted sweet, tasted hot, tasted like burning… food?

‘What?’

They pulled away and the smoke alarm sounded. Quickly running over to turn off the stove, Jin turned on the fan and held the pot and pan of burnt rice and curry. Shun opened the windows and instructed a wide eyed Jin to place the pans and pot outside, as he fanned the smoke away from the smoke alarm. Once the beeping stopped, Shun went to slump on the couch where Jin was on his phone.

“Everything is fine. I was trying to cook.”

Jin looked at him and interlocked their fingers.

“I know. Yes. See you tonight,” the idol hung up his phone and exhaled deeply.

“Your manager?”

“Mm.”

Shun laughed and moved closer to plop on Suu Jin.

“Thank you for trying.”

“It wouldn’t have burned if you weren’t so distracting.”

“Wait… It… You were the one who, who was cooking half naked! I couldn’t even look away,” Shun whined and Jin laughed, pecking his lips.

“Why don’t you take off your shirt so we are even, baby?”

“I don’t want to,” he mumbled and squeaked when fingers were tugging the hem of his shirt up, “Ah! Jin, baby please, ah! St… stop.”

The idol prince sighed against his lips and searched his face worriedly.

“You know, I have seen you naked.”

“I… I know.”

“Are you… just shy?”

Shun covered his face. He couldn’t just outright tell Jin that just looking at him was making him needy. He couldn’t tell Jin that his kindness was a turn on for him. He couldn’t tell Jin that if they were to ever do more than kiss, he would come far too quickly. This was embarrassing.

“Ah, dammit,” Shun growled at himself and slapped his cheeks lightly, “This is not good.”

“What isn’t?”

“I really, really want to do it, t… touching and stuff,” his face was burning, “But… ugh!”

“Hey,” Jin peppered kisses on his face and he melted, “It is fine. Ah, we should just order food.”

As Jin spoke with his bodyguard, the man nodded and called on his radio to another. By the time Jin returned, Shun was finishing up his call.

“Okay, if you are sure,” he saw blue eyes smile at him, “Awesome! I can’t wait. See you tomorrow.”

“Who are you meeting?” Jin questioned reaching to turn on the television.

“Oh, it’s Gina. We’ll be singing together.”

Just like before, Shun had never seen Jin moved so fast. He was upright, but now he was boxed in with his eyes staring up into cold green eyes. His body trembled and yet he was heating up like a furnace on a Winter’s Day.

“No.”