Not even an hour later, Wooyoung is back into Yeosang's room.

He goes to take his plate but sees that it's still untouched. Wooyoung frowns.

"Why haven't you eaten anything?" He says but just gets a shrug in return.

"Didn't feel like it" he says after a while, making Wooyoung extremely annoyed.

"Don't you remember the last time you didn't eat anything? You couldn't even move, I told you to stop being a fucking nuisance. Eat your damn food, this isn't a choice. Stop acting like you own this place, you don't have a choice in anything here." He doesn't know why he's being so pissy today but he needs someone to throw his anger on. Yeosang is apparently the chosen one here. As usual.

Yeosang considers his words for minute then nods, making Wooyoung think his nagging succeeded. Until he opens his mouth.

"I'll eat it on one condition."

Wooyoung scoffs. Is he being serious? "I just said you don't have a choice. Wha-"

"I'll eat it if you go look for my mother and sister."

He raises his eyebrows in annoyance because 1) he cut him off and 2) he's confused as to why Yeosang thinks he is his servant, waiting for him to be given tasks.

"What makes you think I'm going to waste my time and energy on most likely dead people. Oh and also I don't give a fuck about your family."

Yeosang scowls. They aren't dead. I'm sure of it. Wooyoung wouldn't listen to him. "Fine. I'm not eating then." He crosses his arms and Wooyoung snickers.

"You're going on a hunger strike?" He lets out a loud laugh. "You wouldn't survive a few hours before you come crying for food" he laughs even more at Yeosang's serious face.

"I'm being serious. I'm not going to eat until you say you're going to look for my family." His eyes throwing daggers at him. "Might as well have more royals to give back and get more money".

Wooyoung squints his eyes "I don't know what you're scheming but I'm net falling for it. I'm not some fucking servant you can order around. Now we'll see if I give you any food again since you're so desperate to die of hunger"

"You need me alive, you would not let me die"

Wooyoung scoffs. "Well having you dead right now is becoming more appealing to me now more than keeping you alive. Stop being a pain in the ass and eat".

When Yeosang doesn't budge, he's had enough. He leaves the plate with Yeosang and heads out of the room-

"Wait!"

Yeosang began to panic. His plan had obviously failed so he needed another method to convince the most stubborn person alive.

Would he have to resort to a physical fight? Does he start crying and hope Wooyoung agrees out of pity? Does he seduce him...

He rushes over to him and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer, but Wooyoung immediately pushes him off, "What the fuck are you do-"

"Please" He begs, grabbing his shirt again. If Wooyoung is going to be stubborn, he will be stubborn too. Two can play at that game.

"I will do anything you want, please please just try and look for them. Just for an hour. I know they're alive."

Wooyoung scowls at him. "As if I'd ever do that" he says, ripping off Yeosang's grip on his shirt and opens the door.

But before he can leave, Yeosang slams it shut, blocking the door with his body. "I'm not letting you leave until you do this for me."

The scowl never leaves his face, his face will probably end up like that permanently because of him.

"Please I'm begging you. This is the last time I'll ask something of you. Please"

He looks at the helpless prince and rolls his eyes. I give him something once when he asks for it and now he thinks he can order me around and act all pitiful.

"Wooyoung."

He looks up sharply. His name is whispered so quietly he doesn't even know if he was supposed to hear that or not. Yeosang bites his bottom lip, eyes wide and round looking at him. Wooyoung gulps, because he considers giving in for a split second.

"Wooyoung."

He says it again louder this time, but still as soft. Wooyoung shivers. Something about his name being called like that messes with his head.

Something about his deep voice sounding so soft and innocent. His voice when saying his name. Wooyoung doesn't know what possesses him but he takes a shaky breath before speaking.

"Ok. I'll go for fucks sake" he spoke quietly but it's clear by Yeosang's sigh of relief that he heard what he said.

He goes from leaning on the door to dragging himself down on the floor, burying his head in his knees, muttering a soft thank you.

Wooyoung stares at him for a full minute before he tells him to get up. "I need you to move away from the door so I can go, can't I?"

Yeosang immediately stands up, looking at him, holding eye contact, something Wooyoung can never do with him so he is the one to break it.

When he looks away, Yeosang's glassy eyes find his again, moving his head to make eye contact again. Why does he keep doing that... Wooyoung thinks. He'd be lying if he said he isn't intimidated by his stares.

"Can I... come with you?"

Yeosang is biting his lip again, eyes searching for an answer. But Wooyoung furrows his eyebrows.

"No. That is something not negotiable" he hates the way his voice became hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

"Why"

"Because!" He snaps, making Yeosang frown. Wooyoung wants to slap himself for feeling guilty for raising his voice. "Because not only the fact that it's easy for you to escape, you're in a lot of danger out there. Who knows in one second you'll be shot in the back. I don't want to risk my life either."

Yeosang nods but is pouting. He fiddles with his fingers, looking down. "Thank you"

Wooyoung doesn't say anything back, he just leaves the room, slamming the door shut, not knowing why he does it.

He doesn't know why he goes outside looking for Yeosang's family. He could have easily agreed and pretended to look, then declare that he couldn't find them.

He doesn't know why he gives in to Yeosang.

He doesn't know a lot of things right now.

But time will help him figure out.