Chapter 385 - Feeling Weird
There wasn't much to do in the first stop of the promotional tour 'event'.
"How many stops are we doing anyway?" asked Xing Han as they were in their hotel room, snacking. Well, Kyle saw it as snacking as there were plates of fruits whereas Xing Han just stared at the 'offending' offerings.
Kyle was holding onto an entire peeled mango, eating it straight like that and licking the juice that fell inbetween his fingers as he bit into the fruit.
"Euw. Kyle, please," said Xing Han, "Can't you at least cut that into slices and eat like a normal human being?"
Kyle looked at him innocently, then took another big bite of the fruit, "I'm not normal anyway, so that means this is normal."
Xing Han couldn't really refute that.
"Well, be thankful for the small things," Kay said, "He could be eating it like that in public."
Xing Han looked at Kyle, who was lazing away on the sofa. He was actually sitting horizontally on it, so his back was leaning on the left side of the armrest while his legs were dangling over the right side of the armrest.
The hotel room light above was the 'warm' type, thus it seemed to give him that rather 'dreamy' look that one achieved through the filter app in the phone. The way his lips moved as he bit into the fruit, his lips all moist from the juice, and then that tongue licking his hands and arm.
What was worse, some juice seemed to have splattered on his shirt, staining it right at a certain spot ... it triggered a certain memory within Xing Han's subconscious and he felt his heart palpitate.
Xing Han shook his head.
"Damn it," he hissed, rubbing his head while shaking it, "What the ff-... "
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked as he put the mango fruit seed on the plate, looking at Xing Han worriedly.
He got up, intending to go over but Xing Han waved him back.
"Nothing," Xing Han muttered, "Just thought of something. No big."
No way was he ever going to tell Kyle that for some reason, flashes of an annoying face went through his mind. To be more specific, his fingers seemed to tingle from some sort of muscle memory and he shivered subconsciously.
With Kyle as his best bud, Xing Han was used to seeing a rock-solid body, so he was hardly ever affected by other people. Who could compare to his best bro, right?
So why did he feel differently when it was him? Okay, sure. Perhaps it's because he never truly did realise that he actually had a killer body, as it was normally hidden underneath that shirt of his. Then again, perhaps that's because he never really did look at him.
Still! That's not the point!
The point was ... was ...
Xing Han shook his head again. Damn it. He can't believe he did that. Xing Han had had sleepless nights whenever he remembered that, and he could hardly look at Nitocris in the eye anymore. So, he had treated Nitocris like always: he ignored him.
But he couldn't deny that he was more aware of him now.
"Xing Han?" Kay looked at him worriedly. He seemed to be agitated about something.
Xing Han looked at her, blinking, "What?"
"Are you okay?" she asked, rubbing his shoulders.
"Of course I am!" he said, jumping up and pointing at Kyle madly, hoping his antics would divert their attention away.
"It's HIM who is not!! If his fans knew how uncouth and unrefined he is, ya think they'd want that?!"
Kyle grinned, stretched and patted his abs, "Oh yes, they would. They'd be alllll over me. Probably help me lick off the juice, too."
Xing Han put his hands over his ears, "I did not hear that! Aaaaah!! My ears!!"
He ran off to hide in the bedroom, with Kyle laughing behind him.
Once Xing Han was out of earshot, Kyle stopped suddenly and looked at the closed door.
"Something is definitely wrong," she said.
"Yup," Kyle agreed, "He was just using that as an excuse to escape."
Kyle pursed his lips, thinking hard, "Well, it's obvious he's struggling with something but until he actually wants to face it, he'll be like this."
Kay nodded, "He's still our bubbly Xing Han, but occasionally, you'll see this far-away look on his face."
Kyle looked at his fingers, "What will be, will be. Gotta bathe now. So sticky."
He looked down at his shirt, "This was a good shirt, too."
Kay snorted, "You're such a messy eater. I pity the woman that marries you."
Kyle smirked, saying with a drawl, "It'll just make our sex life more exciting. Instead of whipped cream, we use mango juice."
Kay threw a cushion at Kyle.