𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟏𝟔𝟒𝟒 ミ jenle

003 | 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒊

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"Chenle, dear," The queen greeted, widening her arms as Chenle leaned in and made a quick cheek-to-cheek gesture with his future mother-in-law. "I've heard that you fainted. Have you gotten enough rest, my child?"

"I feel better, your majesty. I appreciate your concern." Chenle once again felt like he should say that, to which he did. It seems like everything was scripted, ever since he woke up.

"That's brilliant to hear." The queen responded and turned to look at her husband's eyes, with the king nodding as well.

"Son," The king called out as Jeno stood beside Chenle. The man squinted his eyes upon seeing Jeno's clothes disheveled, quickly motioning a butler to come toward them. "How many times have I told you to fix yourself before facing our kingdom?"

Jeno glanced at his lover for a split second, finding himself smiling cheekily after remembering them cuddling in his room. "I apologize, Father." He says as the butler fixed his clothes for him.

The king nodded before taking a breath, "Natheless, the kingdom wanted to see their future rulers. How about a simple dance?"

Chenle somehow frozed, he didn't know how he did it but he for sure felt that he froze for a second at the thought of dancing. Moreover, ballroom dancing. It wasn't his thing, neither does dancing in general, so he was worried if he trips in the middle of the dance -- it would look utterly unprofessional especially for a future ruler.

But come again? Future ruler?

The queen motioned her fingers on the orchestra, signaling for them to start. The halls soon started with a familiar melody of the waltz played with the soothing sounds of violins and and piano. Jeno flashed his parents a confident smile before turning to face his flushed lover, hands sticking out for Chenle to take it.

"Mi amor, may I take this dance?"

Chenle blinked for a second but then pulled up a smile, taking Jeno's hand gracefully as he could feel the prince pull him in by his waist and bring them in the center of the ballroom.

As much as Chenle wanted to ask if this was okay, considering that they were both boys, he had to keep things to himself as once again he couldn't control his own body. Neither does he know where he is. All he could gather is Prince Jeno is his lover -- soon to wed and rule the kingdom together.

He could only conclude that it wasn't easy to convince their majesties about Jeno's unending love for Chenle, but with luck being on their side, it happened.

"Eyes on me, baby." Jeno giggled at the younger's worried expression as they dragged their bodies slowly and gracefully around the ballroom, showing everyone that they're in love deeply. The prince concluded that Chenle was far worried at the people's opinion in their love.

Chenle heaved a troubled sigh and went to look at Jeno's eyes, finding himself getting lost and starting to feel the butterflies lingering in his stomach.

"I envy them."

"For sure, Prince Jeno and Chenle would be the greatest rulers of our kingdom!"

"Prince Jeno actually deserves a real queen."

Chenle would be stopping their dance and say shit to that citizen for ruining the mood, but all he could do is feel down and break the eye contact with Jeno as he held on the prince's arm tightly to show that he was troubled. A sudden thought about him knowing that having a man to be their queen isn't a good idea.

He thinks it's because of the someone that's controlling his body.

"Lele?"

The chinese sighed and looked up to meet his eyes once again, him still leading their dance. "Can I do something crazy?"

Jeno immediately smiled ear to ear, eyes forming crescents as he ran his hands to Chenle's hair. "Anything to see you smile, my love."

Chenle smiled and stopped dancing, Jeno doiing the same. He intertwined their hands together before running off to the open doors of the ballroom. He didn't care about the shocked expression of the citizens and their majesties, all he cared about was him and Jeno. Together.

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this is just a short, short story ajejs