Wooyoung needs a break. Who knew taking care of a grown guy would be this exhausting. He gets up from his desk in his room and heads to the bathroom and into the shower.

He can just feel his stress diffuse out of him as the warm water splashes against his skin, his muscles relaxing. His eyes are closed, just taking in the water, no thoughts, no movement.

That is, until two arms wrap around his waist from behind him.

Wooyoung's head snaps back to see Yeosang resting his chin on his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?"

"Taking a shower, it's Tuesday" he says, unbothered.

Their bodies are flush against each other's and suddenly the room gets hotter for Wooyoung. Especially when Yeosang's nose trails down his neck to his shoulder, placing a kiss on it.

He tries prying Yeosang's grip off his waist and walk away from him, but the other just pulls him back against him again, their wet skin slapping against each other.

"Wooyoung..." Yeosang's deep voice whispers into his ear, making him unintentionally moan. It's was soft, but not unnoticed by Yeosang.

He must have liked hearing his moan, because he catches Wooyoung's earlobe between his teeth and nibbles at it, causing more of those sweet sounds to come out of him.

Yeosang's hands roam his stomach, going dangerously low, making Wooyoung's breath hitch.

"Yeosang..." he grabs his hands to stop him but lets go straight away, letting his hands explore.

"Why? Do you want me to stop?" He is stroking his inner thigh, those simple touches surging intense amounts of pleasure through his body. Wooyoung can't keep his eyes open.

"No" he manages to breathe out. His head is leaning back on Yeosang's shoulder, leaving his neck exposed for him, and Yeosang can't help but kiss it, tongue trailing the length of his neck. He hears Wooyoung's breaths get heavier, and it doesn't help when Yeosang grabs his member.

He is already half hard and it only takes a few pumps to get him fully aroused, pre cum leaking onto his hand. Yeosang presses his thumb on his tip, and at the same time he bites his neck, then sucks on it, soothing it with his tongue. Wooyoung lets out his loudest moan yet.

His teeth felt so good on his neck, he never knew they were so sharp.

As Yeosang pumps faster, Wooyoung's breaths quicken into pants and he pushes his head further into Yeosang's shoulder, kissing his neck now that he has a good reach of it. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Wooyoung is already gasping loudly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he is about to cum.

...

Wooyoung sits up from his bed in a cold sweat, looking around the room. He is in his bedroom. Realising what just happened, he looks down at the bulge in his pants and squeezes his eyes shut, flopping down onto the bed again.

He smacks his cheeks. Bad. Bad. Bad. His face stings now. Why would you dream something so dirty! He smacks his forehead, forever being in shock of his dream.

It's way too hot in his room so he shoves the duvet off of him, which makes the bulge in his pants even more visible. He glares at it. How will he face Yeosang now? It's not like he saw the dream too... Wooyoung grimaces as he gets up and heads for the shower, his problem has to be taken care of somehow.

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After freshening himself up, Wooyoung walks into Yeosang's room and the prince immediately snaps his head up to look at him, eyebrows pinched in confusion.

Why... He thinks, is he looking at me like that? Making him panic a little.

Wooyoung feels like he has a screen above his head, replaying that dream for everyone to see. He feels like he has 'I had a wet dream about you' written all over his body, and Yeosang's stares don't help him reduce his panic and shame.

"You're early" he states, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

He knows. Wooyoung isn't just early, he's a whole two hours early. He was hoping to just give Yeosang's food while he's asleep and leave unnoticed, but clearly that plan failed.

"I just woke up early" he gulps, remembering what woke him up. He still feels ashamed of his dream and he doesn't want to look at Yeosang anymore so he quickly walks away, heading to the door but a hand grabs his arm. Wooyoung has to suppress a shiver at his touch.

"Are you avoiding me?" Yeosang frowns. He doesn't know why Wooyoung would avoid him, but judging by the fact that he can't even hold eye contact with him proves that Wooyoung is avoiding him one way or the other.

"I just wanted to thank you for yesterday, I didn't get to say it before you left. I healed very quickly thanks to you."

Wooyoung's heart thumps against his chest. Yeosang speaks too softly for them to be enemies, and the gentle look in his eyes make it harder for him to keep hating him.

But they are just enemies. They can't be anything other than that. Ever. Which is why Wooyoung shoves Yeosang's hand away from his arm.

"I didn't do it for you. I did it so I don't get in trouble. Stop being a nuisance and just sit still, why do you keep getting yourself beat up." He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit guilty saying that, but he has no other choice. His mind keeps wavering these days, making him become lenient on the prince. He just wants to quickly leave the room but Yeosang looks angry now.

"Sit still?" Wooyoung's comment really ticks him off.

"How the fuck am I supposed to sit still when I can't leave the fucking room?" He points at the room. Wooyoung raises his eyebrows at Yeosang's language. "It seems like you are really underestimating my patience with you and your insensitive comments. Don't fucking tell me to sit still, I'm going to keep resisting against you until you let me out. Asshole." Wooyoung didn't notice that Yeosang was walking towards him as he spoke and he only realises when Yeosang is practically chest to chest with him, glaring with his intimidating eyes. It makes Wooyoung panic a little, hoping Yeosang can't feel his racing heart.

He shoves him away, making the other stumble a bit. "Whatever. Just stop giving me more work to do, you're already a whiny little bitch always asking for things." And before Yeosang can retaliate, Wooyoung runs off, slamming the door.

Once he's in his room, Wooyoung takes a deep breath of relief. You did well, Yeosang hates you even more now. He squeezes his eyes shut. Now you can stop having weird dreams, you're enemies, nothing more. You can't ever be anything more.