Yes, you will most likely be angry here~ and you might continue to be angry for a few more chaps
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Wooyoung smiled softly at the girl he was dancing with. For a split second he looked up and met San's eyes only to quickly turn away and look back at the girl.
What the actual fuck? San grimaced and watched the prince dance with his last girl for the night.
Wooyoung bowed to the girl and turned to find his father. "Appa, I've danced with twenty girls." He spoke, attempting to hide his disappointment.
"Oh perfect." The man patted Wooyoung's shoulder,"I'm proud of you for going through with tonight. I know dancing for so long must have been tiring."
Wooyoung just nodded with a shy smile. He's never really said that he's proud of me before.. "Ah yes.. I'm a bit tired."
"You can go back to your room now. I'm sure the gala is over by now." The King spoke. Wooyoung bowed to his father and turned around to see San standing behind him.
"I'm going back to my room." Wooyoung muttered and San followed him feeling upset. What did I do? San thought to himself sadly.
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"You want to sleep in your own bed tonight?" San asked, looking at the prince in confusion.
The two of them had just entered the bedroom, and while San had been hoping for the two of them to talk, Wooyoung had decided he just wanted to out more space in between the two of them.
"Yeah. M'gonna go and shower now." Wooyoung shrugged off the male and went to shower in his own bathroom.
San frowned and watched Wooyoung's retreating figure before going into his own bathroom. The knight undressed himself and got into his shower, trying to figure out what exactly had gone wrong.
San turned off the steaming shower and wrapped a towel around his torso. He was fine before the gala.. right? The knight put lotion on his body and tried to think of what he said before the gala.
Why can't he just be honest with me.. we're a couple now.. right? San frowned and pulled on his pajama pants.
He went back into his bedroom and saw that Wooyoung had closed the door in between the two of their rooms slightly. There was still a sliver of light shining through, as Wooyoung had a lantern on in his room.
"Wooyoung." San spoke and the prince opened the door, looking at the knight with disinterest.
"What?" Wooyoung asked, looking away from San's bare chest, and meeting the knight's eyes. "I'm tired. You know that I was dancing with gorgeous women all night. Royal women, might I add."
Gorgeous.. San resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He decided not to comment on the women. "The door can't be closed-"
"It's not closed. Just barely open." Wooyoung spoke. He didn't even say anything about me complimented them like that.. Does he even care? Choi San you jerk.
"What's going on-"
"I'm tired San." Wooyoung pushed the door closed slightly in front of San's face and went to lay down in his own bed.
San stood there for a moment before turning to go and lay down in his own bed. What did I do? San thought as he pulled the bed sheets up over his bare chest.
The knight rolled over in his bed and realized, for the first time in a while, just how cold and empty a bed could feel.
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Wooyoung stood at the foot of San's bed clutching his pillow and feeling conflicted. ..I could lay here for a little bit.. at least until San wakes up in the morning.. The prince had a nightmare and was unable to fall back asleep.
No.. he'll ask me why I suddenly laid down with him.. Wooyoung frowned and wiped his eyes. Fuck it. The prince crawled onto the bed and laid in front of San as the little spoon in the bed.
On instinct, San wrapped his arms around the prince and pulled the prince closer to him. If he asks in the morning.. it was just for body heat.. Wooyoung thought to himself as he slowly fell asleep in the knight's arms.
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"Wooyoung?" San asked looking down at the prince in his arms. The prince opened his eyes slowly before realizing he was still in San's bed.
The prince sat up and San looked at him curiously.
"I.. Was just cold." Wooyoung murmured and got out of San's bed.
Damn it. San thought as the prince left the room to get ready for the day.
A moment later, the prince was seated on his bed waiting for the knight to join him so they could head down for breakfast together.
San watched as the prince walked ahead of him and entered the room. The two males bowed to the rest of the royal family before taking their usual seats.
"Wooyoung."
"Y-yes Appa?" Wooyoung turned to look at the King.
"This afternoon you need to go to the Grand Hall and talk to your potential suitors. I've given them a few tests to see how well they know our kingdom. I'll give you the results of their tests so you can make the decision for yourself." The male spoke and Wooyoung nodded.
"Thank you Appa." Wooyoung spoke before starting to eat his food.
Still feeling uneasy, San barely touched his food and instead opted for drinking the glad of orange juice he had.
The moment breakfast ended, San unwillingly followed the prince to the Grand Hall. The two males could hear the chatter of the twenty females from down the hallway.
San and Wooyoung entered the room and immediately, the girls stopped talking to bow towards him.
"Well.. let's get to it." Wooyoung spoke unenthusiastically after receiving a pile of paper containing information about each of the girls.
San stood nearby as the prince sat down across from a girl and started chattering with her.
An hour had passed and Wooyoung was talking to the twelfth girl of the day. He's the crown prince.. why is she trying to be so touchy with him.. San watched the prince for any sort of negative reaction, but there was none.
Why is he still entertaining her? Tell her to get her sticky hands off of you! San wanted to say so much to Wooyoung.
He wanted to storm over there, grab Wooyoung's hand, pull him close, and kiss the male in front of everyone.
He wanted to be able to suck on Wooyoung's skin in noticeable places, and not just on Wooyoung's inner thigh.
He wanted to hold hands with the prince and be free in a spot only the two of them know.
A place without judgement, and a place that had no punishment for homosexuality.
San looked over at the prince longingly and sank a little more in his seat when he noticed the prince had his hand beside a girl's face.
Now he's tucking hair strands behind their ears.. I thought we were dating..
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"So you finished?" The King asked.
"Yes Appa. I met some very nice girls."
"Which ones did you like the most?" The King asked and Wooyoung frowned.
I feel like I'm objectifying them.. "These ones." Wooyoung handed his father three pieces of paper. "I can't decide.."
"Alright. I'll choose one with good genes for you." The King patted Wooyoung's shoulder before leaving with the papers Wooyoung handed him.
San feigned indifference at the entire interaction. Can decide? San almost scoffed.
"I want to go to my room." Wooyoung spoke and didn't wait for San as he started walking there.
If you're going to be mad at me for no reason, then I'll be mad at you too. San thought as he followed the prince to the bedroom.
The two males reentered the room and immediately went to distance themselves.
The knight took off his necklace and placed it on his desk table, feeling exhausted and sad at the same time.
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