When Yeosang wakes up, he takes a look at his surroundings and sees the same room. Yep still here, it wasn't a nightmare.

He sighs and sits up but his stomach growls loudly. He didn't eat anything at all yesterday, is he going to get food, are they going to make him starve to death?

Yeosang panics again, but he's too weak to try to escape and his stomach won't stop rumbling. It's the middle of July and he's feeling way too hot in these clothes he's been wearing for days now.

Everything's a mess. Yeosang wants so get up but he's so hungry he has no energy to even move.

He starts to feel extremely light headed, so he lies back down and his vision blurs. Is this how I die? How embarrassing he thinks.

As sleep begins to take over him, he is startled awake by the sound of the door opening.

The guy from yesterday is back, and holding a bowl of porridge, and bread. Yeosang looks to the side, too weak to actually sit up, and frowns at him.

The guy grimaces at Yeosang's pitiful state. "Don't die just yet. Here, eat". He stands with the food, not knowing where to put it since the only piece of furniture in the room is the bed.

He places it on the bed, careful not to tip it over, and heads out of the door.

"Wait"

The guy looks back, Yeosang is still lying down on the bed. "I can't get up"

He scoffs, "Are you that weak? Can't survive a day without food or drink" Yeosang has never wanted to stab a man this badly before, wondering who gave him the right to be this cruel.

Nevertheless, he still walked to his side and lifted him to sit up on the bed, against the headboard and placed his food on his lap.

"There, the baby prince has gotten his breakfast in bed. You want a massage too?" He says, making Yeosang look up and glare at him.

"Why are you even giving me food, after making me starve yesterday? Just let me die already, stop making this long for yourself"

"That was for that little stunt you pulled yesterday, this is what you get if you try to escape, so make yourself comfortable here because you're not getting out any time soon". The guy shoots Yeosang a deadly glare before storming off.

"Wait!"

He groans, turning around or the second time. "what is it now!"

"Can I get new clothes? These are really uncomfortable and I'm feeling hot in them". Since he's stuck here, might aswell be comfortable right?

Disbelief is evident in his face as he shouts at Yeosang. "Is this a hotel! Huh? I'm not your servant, this isn't your fancy castle. Why should I get you clothes?"

Yeosang has an idea.

"Since you clearly love money, you can just sell my clothes, they're very expensive and are one of a kind, you'll get a lot out of it." He says, hoping he'll agree.

The guy doesn't buy it though, and laughs at Yeosang. "Do you think I'm dumb? If I sell your clothes, people will find out they belong to you and it will get traced back to me, they come to me wondering why I have the missing prince's clothes. Nice try, but it is not happening."

Yeosang sulks, but he's too weak to argue any further so he just watches the guy walk off and lock the door.

The food on his lap smells so good since he didn't eat yesterday and it finishes too quickly for his liking.

He feels his energy being slowly revived but he feels helpless and gives up on trying to escape. He's stuck here, not knowing how long but just prays he can endure it until he somehow gets out. If he ever does.

~

Wooyoung locks the room and heads up the stairs to his room. This isn't his house but since he currently has a captive, he's going to stay here too. His boss has a room but he doesn't stay that often since all this was Wooyoung's idea and the prince is 'his responsibility'.

He opens his wardrobe. Should I give him new clothes? He thinks.
The prince looked really genuine when saying  that he was uncomfortable, and it is too hot to be staying in dress clothes... but why should he care anyway?

A few hours later, Wooyoung unlocks the door and sees the prince pacing around the small room. He quickly shuts the door behind him and Yeosang looks at Wooyoung, clearly surprised that he's back.

"I'm here to take the plate, and, here" he hands over an oversized t-shirt and joggers for comfort.

He eyes the clothes suspiciously and slowly takes them. "Why are you giving me these now?"

"Because you asked for them duh" Wooyoung rolls his eyes at Yeosang's suspicions, what could he have done with clothes that would endanger his life? He nods anyway and places the clothes on the bed, then turns to him.

"What's your name?"

Wooyoung blinks. "Why do you want to know?" He says, frowning at him.

This time Yeosang rolls his eyes. "Since you are my kidnapper doesn't that give me a right to know your name? You know mine."

"That makes no sense!" Wooyoung huffs, what kind of excuse was that.

"Fine, don't tell me then, I-"

"Wooyoung."

Yeosang raises his eyebrows, he didn't actually expect him to reveal his name, it's not like he's going to do anything with it anyway. "What?"

"My name, Jung Wooyoung, since you're so desperate to know it".

"I wasn't desperate jeez" Yeosang scoffs. "You didn't have to tell me your surname"

Wooyoung is tired of this conversation and just grabs the empty bowl and leaves, leaving Yeosang annoyed at him.

~

A few hours later, Wooyoung is back with another plate of food. "Dinner" he says, and shoves it to Yeosang's hands, he notices that he changed his clothes.

He eyes him up and down and only realises what he's doing when Yeosang clears his throat. "Can I ask you something ?"

Wooyoung looks at his face, scowling at him. "What" he says, trying to make it clear that he doesn't like being asked questions.

"Why exactly am I kidnapped? Did you kill my father? Or was it that other guy? Did you take my mother too? And my sister? What-"

"Woah woah woah you said if you could ask something not somethings, and why should I answer your questions?" Wooyoung says and looks at Yeosang, who is sitting on the bed frowning at him.

But he is suddenly standing up and walking towards him, a bit too close for Wooyoung's liking so he steps back, his back hitting the wall. Yeosang's eyes are threatening.

"I have a right to know that's why. And you better have a good reason otherwise I'll stop playing helpless prince and actually beat you up so hard you-" he stops abruptly when he gets a good look of Wooyoung's face. He's close enough to analyse it, why does he look familiar?

Yeosang's eyes widen, taking a step back. "You were at the ball, we had a conversation!"

Wooyoung scoffs. "Of course I was at the ball, otherwise how would I have taken you?"

"I knew there was something fishy about you, you didn't even know who I was, and you couldn't even make up a believable place" It's Yeosang's turn to scoff, "kingdom in the southeast, that's not even a name"

"It was actually southwest" Wooyoung interjects.

"Who cares! It's fake!" Yeosang shouts, surprising the other. He seems to be having an internal battle as he covers his face with both hands, then runs his hands through his hair.  When he looks at Wooyoung his eyes are threatening again, making the other gulp.

He walks to him again and looks him straight in the eye. "Tell me everything, why I'm here, what's happening to my family. Or my fist won't hold back colliding with your face."

Yeosang silently pleads that Wooyoung buys his empty threats. He does know how to fight, but he definitely knows Wooyoung would win if the two ever fought. He has been told that his death stare is lethal so he's relying on that now.

It seems to work as Wooyoung gives in. "Alright alright" he says " You see, when people like something, they'll do anything to get it, and get more of it. That thing for me is money"

Yeosang rolled his eyes "Ok... go rob a bank or something, where do I come in this?"

"Don't interrupt me prince, I wasn't finished." Yeosang rolls his eyes.
"It all started when word got out that les rois we're planning on crashing the ball and kill all of the royal family"

Yeosang cringed, remembering that horrible night.

"Now, me being the clever mastermind I am, I figured that they wouldn't be able to kill all of them, those bastards think they're so powerful and strong, strutting around like they own the place-"

"Get back to the story" Yeosang says, earning a glare from the other.

"Anyway, I was right. They only managed to kill the king before the guards caught them.
The reason you're here right now is because there is a delicious amount of money waiting to be thrown at whoever can find the rest of the family, because they're nowhere to be seen."

He lets out a cruel laugh and Yeosang has to hold himself back from smacking that smile off his face.

"You see, I know you can't watch the news but, the remaining members of your family are also missing and the price for them is high too, but I must've saved a nation in a past life because you have the highest one, the next king. The one who must replace the fallen king"

Yeosang feels tears well in his eyes, no don't cry, not now. He doesn't want to cry in front of him, he didn't want to be laughed at.

"The kings advisor, Eden was it? He's currently in charge, not as king but just trying to settle the kingdom. Oh how stressed he must be" he chuckles again and Yeosang doesn't get how someone can find joy in others misery.

"Why don't you just give me in now? There's already money waiting for you to bring me back?"

"You don't get it. The longer I keep you, the more desperate they will get to have their precious royals back. The price will get higher and higher, and once I feel like it's enough, I'll give you."

"And what if I escape?"

Wooyoung raises his eyebrows at his bravery. "You wouldn't dare. Plus, the remaining of les rois that haven't been locked up are roaming around, looking for you all. And if you come across them, that's the end, they don't want the money, they just want all the royals dead, they won't hesitate to kill you on the spot if they ever see you."

Yeosang's heart stops. He worries for his mother and sister, are they safe? Are they together or separated? He just wants his family back together again.

And his dad to be alive.

Why did this have to happen? Yeosang thinks, and an unwanted tear rolls down his cheek. He doesn't even notice it until Wooyoung starts to speak.

He scoffs, "Why are you crying? Got no more servants to do thing for you, no longer have everything in a second once you ask for it?" Wooyoung taunts him and Yeosang's had enough of his voice.

He looks up at him, eyes red and puffy with a threatening stare. Yeosang has never felt this angry before and he can't take his cruel mocking tone so he lets it out. And punches him.

Wooyoung groans, holding his jaw and looking at Yeosang with surprised eyes, which soon shift to a deadly glare. "Oh you will regret doing that" he says as he strikes Yeosang on the stomach, then grabbing his shirt and pinning him to the wall.

His jaw throbs but he tries to keep a tough facade in front of the prince, who apparently packs quite the punch.

Yeosang doesn't flinch when he's pressed against the wall, also trying to look unbothered at the others actions. The two have a stare off and Wooyoung can't bring himself to punch him again. He feels too delicate against him, usually the guys he fights have lots of muscles to protect them but Yeosang is just... small, even though they're the same height.

Wooyoung blames it on the fact that Yeosang actually has to be alive when he gives him in, so he just roughly let's go of him and leaves, not even looking back at him and slams the door.

Yeosang immediately falls to the ground, his stomach hurting from the punch. But nothing hurt more than the mental pain he's feeling right now.

He kneels on the floor and cries heavily. He mourns his dad properly for the first time. He mourns his mum and sister too, he has no idea what has happened to them but he just lets all his feeling out and blankly watches his tears splash onto the floor.