Ecidora| Woosan

7∙hand in hand

"No no, Prince it's alright—"
"San. I insist." Wooyoung gave a piercing look to the other.

San bit his lip and squinted his eyes at the latter, and nodded in compliance. He allowed the prince to pick out clothes for him. It took maybe ten minutes for Wooyoung to sort through his enormous closet. He finally found something for the other to wear, then sent him to the washroom to change.

San begrudgingly took the clothing, and went to the washroom to change into them. Wooyoung was right, the clothing fit well, Almost perfect. San looked at himself in the mirror, his stomach twisting in knots as he analyzed himself. He felt... good for once. He wore a white top with loose sleeves, and black vest over the top that acted almost as a corset. 

Wooyoung started to get impatient waiting for the other to change, he pushed open his washroom door, startling San a bit. The prince's mouth dropped when he saw San in his new attire. "You look..." Wooyoung pondered for the right term. "Striking."

"Thank you, Sir." He stammered.

"I told you to stop calling me that. Now, we must go." He grabbed the taller by his wrist, and dragged him out. They each took tiny steps down the vast stairwell, being sure not to make a sound. They managed to make it through the kitchen and out the door, but just as they thought they were in the clear, San realized he had forgotten to wait for the door to latch.

The large wooden door slammed and echoed through the once silent castle.

Wooyoung had released San's wrist in an attempt to catch the door, but his attempt failed. They both looked at each other, frozen in their states of panic and waiting for something else to happen. Wooyoung heard the castle guards leave their posts around the building. But neither of them could move out of pure fear.

"Wooyoung? Is that you?" The voice of his mother was heard calling from the terrace.

"We have to go." Wooyoung whispered.
"This is not a good idea." San whispered back.
"Would you rather get caught?"

He had a point. Wooyoung stared at San, then veered quickly up to the terrace, waiting for an answer. San shook his head. Wooyoung turned and bolted away his legs taking him as fast as they possibly could, and San ran right behind him.

They ran, and they ran. The wind got louder the faster they went, blocking out any other sound.

At some point, the running became futile, but it was exciting, adrenaline rushed through each of their veins with every step they took.

They sprinted through fields of grass that was up to their hips. Their elbows scraping against the tips of the meadow as their arms went back and forth in running motion.

Wide smiles painted each of their faces as they continued, thrilled giggles escaping from Wooyoung's mouth. They could have stopped at this point, but their feet kept them going. San was still a bit behind Wooyoung, since he had started running a little later but he paid no mind. As Wooyoung's feet kept moving, they got faster and faster until he completely lost control. He tried to slow himself down approaching a small decline, but lost his balance. He tripped right as he got to the edge, sending him rolling down the hill.

San couldn't see much, only the sight of the prince falling forward and dissapearing. His heart dropped, so did his smile. He stopped his feet at the sight, planting himself in the grass.
"Wooyoung?!" He called out. "Oh no.." the male mumbled under his breath then continued to run toward the hill. Once he got to the top of the decline, he saw the prince lying on his stomach at the bottom, face buried in the grass.

San sprinted down the hill, catching himself at the bottom so he didn't fall as well.
"Prince!" He knelt down to the boy's aid, and gripped his shoulders to flip him over. Only to be met with a hysterical Wooyoung beneath him.

"I got you!" The prince taunted, squirming around in San's grip with an evil laugh.
"You- I-" San couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, which quickly turned into full on laughter. They sat there in the grass even after they had stopped laughing. Their position didn't change, Wooyoung laid on his back and San still had a grip on the shorter's shoulders.

Wooyoung stared up at the taller, who's face hovered right above his own.

"What?" A rosy shade decorated San's cheeks and ears.
"You have an alluring smile." Wooyoung blurted. He had said this before, but he really could not get over how gorgeous San looked when he smiled.

From what Wooyoung could tell, San was not a necessarily a happy person. He definitely had things going on. So it was good to see him happy, even just for a moment.

"Oh." The rose shade only got darker. "Thank you, prince." He twinkled, and began to stand.

Wooyoung jumped up, and dusted himself off.
"Which way to the village?"
San does the same, and starts forward. "This way."

a/n: since this is more of a filler chapter i will do a double update today :)