/'I tried looking for them everywhere... I couldn't find them, and I know every hidden place in this kingdom'/

Wooyoung's words ring in his head repeatedly, It's really over for him. He has no reason to live now, his whole family is gone.

Yeosang's heart cracked when Wooyoung told him he couldn't find them, he almost broke into tears there and then. But he waited for the other to leave before he sobbed the rest of the day, crying himself to sleep.

Even now when he wakes up, his thoughts still clouded over his head, haunting him with the fact that his family is gone. That tiny ounce of hope he has that they are still alive is gone. He really believed Wooyoung would be able to find them, he had failed him. So what? He thinks. Its not like Wooyoung even cares about me, he probably walked a mile the gave up. He  probably didn't even look at all.

It makes sense that Wooyoung would just pretend to look since Yeosang wasn't there with him. But his expression when he broke the news that he couldn't find them seemed genuine. Yeosang doesn't know if he is an amazing actor but he would have believed him if it was anyone else. He doesn't trust what Wooyoung says.

Despite not believing Wooyoung, he still feels helpless, his whole life is ruined, who cares if he died now, he didn't care anymore. Everyone he loves is gone, he might aswell go too.

Tears roll down his face as he stands up. He's never felt this defeated in his life, he's never felt negative emotions block out any other feeling and control his mind and actions like a spell.

He walks to the door, dragging his feet, to drained to walk properly. Both his hands are clenched tight in a fist.

When he reaches the door, he doesn't hesitate for even a second before slamming his fist onto it, making a loud noise. He doesn't know what makes him do it, but being confined in a tiny room for months without a doubt made him mentally unstable.

He doesn't even think about the consequences. He doesn't care. Which is why he slams his fist onto the door once again, and again, repeatedly until his knuckles bleed.

He's not crying anymore but his tears are drying in his face, he doesn't bother to wipe them. His hands are too occupied with hitting the door.

He doesn't know why he's doing it, does he want someone to come? No, not after he got beat up for making a ruckus with hitting the door. He still doesn't know why he's doing it though.

After a full 3 minutes of emotionlessly punching the door, it is swung open so quickly that Yeosang didn't even realise he was leaning on it until he falls into whoever opened the door.

He doesn't look up at who is in front of him, too afraid that it would be Wooyoung's boss again, not ready for an attack.

But when strong hands push him backwards and shuts the door, he immediately recognises the firm grip on his arms. Yeosang looks up fearfully at Wooyoung, who has anger written all over his face.

"Don't you fucking remember what happened last time you kept banging on the door? Are you looking to get beat again?" He shouts at Yeosang while shaking him. Wooyoung can not understand why he kept on doing things that would get him hurt.

"Sorry..." Yeosang looks like he's about to cry, which makes Wooyoung uneasy, he doesn't know how to handle crying people, apart from attacking them, Yeosang doesn't need that right now.

Even with his head hung low, Wooyoung can see the pout on his lips, and it somehow makes his insides churn.

"I don't know why I did it... I really don't" Yeosang says as his lips tremble, Wooyoung thanks the heavens that he doesn't look up because if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing him.

His eyes widen. I did not just think that. Wooyoung has to physically restrain himself from slapping his own face, Yeosang would think he's crazy otherwise. He probably still thinks he's crazy anyway. You know, kidnapper and everything.

Everything in this moment, him holding Yeosang's shoulders to the frown on both their faces. Something about it makes it soft. As if the two have a pink aura around them or something.

"I know it might be hard, but you need to stop doing things like this" Wooyoung's sudden change from an angry tone to a soft one surprises Yeosang, and it makes him look up at him in confusion.

"Why are you telling me this?" His voice is hoarse as if he just woke up.

Wooyoung gulps. "I- I don't want you to get hurt again".

...

Yeosang doesn't know if his heart drops or flutters hearing those words, but it does make him widen his eyes in surprise, looking at Wooyoung for the first time since he came.

It didn't help that Wooyoung us biting his bottom lip, making his heart definitely flutter this time. And despite his face displaying complete regret at his own words, Yeosang can't help but think that his words were sweet.

And there it is.

The brief thought that passes through Yeosang's head like the wind. The thought of what Wooyoung's lips feels like against his own. What they taste like.

Unfortunately, within a blink, it's gone and Yeosang widens his eyes and takes a step away from him, ashamed of his scandalous thoughts.

Wooyoung's hands fall at his sides as Yeosang walk away from him.

Yeosang's reaction startles him, not knowing the true reason why he was moving away in horror.

"I- I didn't mean it like that! I meant like it's a pain to fix you up you know? That's why I don't want you too get hurt ..." he scratches the back of his head, cursing at himself for stuttering like a child.

Yeosang just nods and sits on his bed, not even looking at him. Wooyoung doesn't look at the other either as he runs out of the room like a coward.

Neither knew about the sweeping moment the other had. The same thought by both of them. Of how it feels having their lips move against each other's, wondering if they slotted perfectly like in the movies.