Yeosang gasps, sitting up and immediately coughing. He whips his head around his surroundings and sees the room he's been trapped in for the past week and a half.

Yeojin? Where is she! He gets off his bed, frantically trying to open the door, but it's locked. How did I get back in here?

The door isn't opening and Yeosang starts to panic, what had happened up there, why did his memory just stop there?

He paces the room, trying hard to think of a way to get out, what if his sister is still alive... he is going to kill Wooyoung the next time he sees him.

As if on cue, the door opens and Wooyoung walks in, holding a tray with breakfast on it and his stomach rumbles loudly, not remembering when he last ate.

Wooyoung just puts down his food when Yeosang storms up to him, pushing him against the wall and holding him there.

"Where is my sister? What did you do to her!" His fists grab his shirt threateningly, while his eyes shoot daggers at him.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What are you talking about? How the fuck would I know where she is?" He tried pushing Yeosang off of him but the other just holds him tighter.

"I know she's upstairs, I saw her, you were there too! Why would you put chains on her" he pulls Wooyoung's shirt to decrease the gap between their faces.

As Yeosang grits his teeth waiting for an answer, he puts on his best death glare but Wooyoung's confusion only increases.

"The fuck you going on about? Chains? We're you dreaming or something?"

...

Was that all a dream? Yeosang's eyes widen in realisation and as soon as his threatening facade is gone, Wooyoung roughly pushes him off of him, tutting at his behaviour.

"I bring you food and you beat me up for it, how nice" he scoffs then leaves the room, locking it.

Yeosang didn't even listen to what he said, to too busy in his own thoughts. His dream has seemed so real, but it also didn't make sense, he couldn't even consider it a dream, it was a nightmare.

He had felt so much in that nightmare, he felt freedom and happiness after a long time, relief that he had found his sister, anger and confusion towards the chains and Wooyoung, and fear. Of the bad guy in the dream, the dark figure, telling Wooyoung to kill them.

He didn't even realise he was crying until the tears splashed onto the floor and his feet. He cried because he is still stuck in this room, he cried because he doesn't know where his sister is, what is she is in a worse position than him? He cried because he doesn't know if he'll ever be free again.

After a solid hour of letting his emotions and frustrations out, Yeosang calms down and sits on his bed. His head pounds because of his long crying session, he had lost a plentiful amount of water.

His head hangs low as he sulks, he breathes in a deep breath but then catches a bad smell. His nose wrinkles in disgust, it's him that smells. Not showering for almost two weeks plus waking up in a cold sweat this morning has made him desperate for one. Am I supposed to go months without washing myself, am I not allowed to? He lies on his bed, too exhausted to think about anything at the moment.

A few minutes later, Wooyoung walks in again, holding lunch but he stops abruptly. "You didn't even touch your breakfast! You do know these things cost money, you probably didn't know that since your servants spoon feed you every day"

Yeosang rolls his eyes at Wooyoung's spiteful comments, to be honest he'd completely forgot about his food, even though he was hungry.

He turns away to leave the room but Yeosang suddenly sits up. "Wait" he says, earning an impatient look from Wooyoung.

"What do you want now"

He stands up, and fiddles with his fingers, how was he supposed to ask this?

"Can I please take a shower?" He asks, looking up at Wooyoung, who frowns at him.

"Please! I haven't taken one in almost two weeks and I smell and I just really need a shower, this isn't some plot to escape, it's just basic hygiene needs"

He sees Wooyoung look away, thinking for a while and after a long minute, he sighs and nods. "Fine, but you have to eat your food too, stop being so wasteful."

"Ok!" Yeosang agrees and follows Wooyoung, who hesitantly opens the door and lets him out.

He looks around the short corridor which he'd seen twice: once when he tried to escape the first day, and the second time in his dream. Wooyoung is in front of him but he is close, to make sure Yeosang doesn't suddenly run off.

As they go up the stairs, Yeosang's heart beats a little faster, as the feelings from his dreams appear again. The journey seems too long, when though the place is small but when they finally arrive at the top of the stairs, his heart skips a beat.

The corridor looks exactly like how it was in the dream. He can see the room where everything happened in and Yeosang can't help but want to know what is in there.

Wooyoung turns the handle to a different room, which he supposed is the bathroom but Yeosang quickly stops him.

"Wait!" He says, turning to the other side of the hallway. "What's in that room?" He points to it.

Wooyoung frowns in confusion. "That's my bedroom, why do you want to know?"

"Can I see it" Yeosang doesn't care if that sounded weird but he has to see it in order to clear his mind. He has to see it empty. Wooyoung looks even more confused though and unwilling, not knowing what Yeosang's reasons were for being so desperate to see his bedroom.

"Why would I show you my room and why do you even want to see it?" He grimaces at him.

He has to find a way to convince him to let him see his room. Yeosang absolutely has to see what's in it, he needs to clear his mind. Should I threaten him? Cry? Seduce him?

Yeosang honestly doesn't know which option he chose when he walks closer to him while Wooyoung takes a few steps back until his back hits the wall.

He lifts his hands to place them on his stomach, then lifts them up, dragging his fingers up his chest, feeling his heart hammer rapidly. He then holds his collar. His piercing gaze holds Wooyoung in a trance.

He seems to be in shock as he just watches him in fear and confusion, and gulps when Yeosang pulls him closer, making their noses touch.

He decides to take the 'threatening' route.

"Show me that room now or I will not hesitate to kick you in the balls and run out the front door" he growls, making sure Wooyoung knows he's serious.

It seemed to have worked as he just nods, quickly pushing Yeosang away from his death grip and leads him to his room silently. Wooyoung is glad he's facing away from Yeosang so he doesn't see his flustered appearance.

He opens the door to his room and Yeosang takes a shaky breath before looking inside, he sill hadn't recovered from his nightmare.

To his relief, the room looks nothing like the one in the dream, it just looks like a regular bedroom, clean and not like some sort of prison chamber.

Wooyoung was looking at Yeosang suspiciously. Why does he want to see my room? Creep. He shoots him one last glare before pulling him out of the room and shutting the door.

"Ok now your strange request has been fulfilled, can you please just go where you're supposed to!"

He's slowly getting more and more annoyed at the prince's entitlement in everything, thinking he can just make weird demands and expect Wooyoung to carry them out like a slave? No way.

He takes him to the bathroom and tells him to wait there as he quickly ran to his room to grab a spare set of clothes. When he's back, Yeosang is just standing in the bathroom, looking around awkwardly with his hands behind his back.

He clears his throat, making the other jump and turn around to face him. Wooyoung shoves the pile of clothes in his arms "you have 15 minutes, I'll be outside." He mumbles, then runs off, accidentally slamming the door in the process.

Yeosang looks at the fresh set of clothes in his arms and smiles. He hasn't asked for them, he'd figured if he did, Wooyoung would just say something about not being his servant, leaving him to wear the same dirty clothes. But he gave new ones without him even asking.

Maybe he's not that bad of a guy.

Wooyoung sits on the floor next to the bathroom door. He buries his head into his knees as his thoughts overflow him, with the sound of the shower in the background.

Why did I give him clothes, he didn't even ask for them. Stupid. Stupid. He smacks his forehead in frustration, he hates it when people wear his clothes so why did he just throw them at Yeosang all willy nilly? Bad guys don't act like this.

He leans his head against the wall and doesn't even notice that the sound of the shower has stopped until Yeosang opens the door, making him jump slightly and he quickly stands up.

Wooyoung grimaces at him wearing his clothes but he just sucks it up, it's not like he can take them back anyway now, it's too late. 

The walk back to the room is silent as both don't know what to say to the other. They prefer not talking anyway, because 9.9 out of 10 times if they talked, it always ended up turning into an argument, and neither had the energy for that today.

Yeosang enters the room and as Wooyoung is about to leave, he stops him. "Thank you, I feel a lot better" he honestly feels both physically and mentally better.

Wooyoung looks at him, his hair is still wet and his cheeks are tinted pink from the hot shower. His expression is one that makes him want to gag, he was looking so content and thanking him, he doesn't need his gratitude. He gulps and quickly looks away, Yeosang fiddled with his little sweater paws and Wooyoung can't help but think he looks too delicate in his clothes.

"This will only be a once a week thing, I'll take you up and back to your room too" he mutters and leaves the room, and of course, locking it before waking away. Why is he offering to let him shower every week? He didn't even ask for it.

He face palms for the millionth time today. Why did I say that? Stupid. Stupid.