MY PRINCE | 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍

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PRINCE POV

something about what hongjoong said wouldn't escape the prince mind. 

"a king... a king.... is he out of his mind !! i'll be the king." he started biting his lips anxiously.

the night was far from being done but honestly the prince had no intention of going back there. even if it meant getting his mother angry at him. he just didn't have the energy anymore, after all he used it all on that poor citizen.  he sighed another time then got out of his sofa, on the table across him there was hongjoong files he gathered about the guy from earlier. the prince couldn't help but once again go through it, after all if hongjoong planned on hiding it shouldn't have left it in his sigh.

"ah there it is." he let his finger on the number that caught his attention and put the files back where they were.

there wasn't any commotion that could be hear in the corridors so it was the perfect moment for the arrogant prince to sneaked out of his room and go check something.
he knew the palace like his pocket so it was pretty easy for him to find the room number he was looking for.

the rooms weren't locked at this hour so it was his perfect chance. arriving in front of the door he knocked on it 3 times. no response. he then opened it quietly and scanned the room.
there was two bags left.

"so he really did run away. don't know what i was expecting." even tho the boy wasn't in the room like he thought so he still entered and made his way across the place.

nothing really interesting to spot until he almost tripped on something.

"what the hell is that" he let out angrily staring at the floor, noticing a sheet of paper. well , actually several sheets of papers.

His curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't help but crumple them up and tuck them into his jacket. he didn't waste another second leaving the room before he could get caught with his hand in the bag.

The corridors were still empty, he had to believe that tonight luck was on his side. well that what he believed before seeing two boys suddenly appeared and walk quickly to the room he had just left, he acted as if nothing happened and continued his way in the corridors.

"He has completely disappeared... do you think he went back home?" one of the two young men whispered, loud enough for san to hear them.

"I think so... we should never have forced him to come! The royal family has really not changed since then. Maybe he had a memory of his parents...? you can imagine the pain, Yunho right...?"

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, the prince continued on his way without dwelling on their conversation, even though he was dying to.

"My family... has not changed?" he repeated quietly to himself.

How could he know, since the death of his father the poor man had decided to completely forget his past, forcing himself to forget his memories and how he was. Doctors said that this was a protective reaction for his mental health and that it often happened to young people who suffered from certain traumas. sadly san was one of them victims.

WOOYOUNG POV

The tears that were running down his eyes froze in no time due to the coldness of the night, leaving him with chills.

"I was so naive... so naive." he repeated to himself as he tried to regain his composure to stop crying but he couldn't help it. it was just too much to bare. he even remembered that he had left his mask on the floor which made him even more sad.

He had put effort into it and he loved it so much just for someone to destroy it. the scene of the prince crushing the poor mask kept replaying in his head, frustrating him more and more.  How could someone be so cruel?

"yes i know i dropped wine on those shoes that maybe cost 8k minimum.... yes i know i dropped royal fruit on the floor.... but i can't help it! i'm clumsy and stupid but.... but... he could have been understanding." his voice broke between each sentences.

the walk was going to be very long but it was better than staying in this hell hole.

wooyoung kept going even tho his feet were killing him, it wasn't like he had a choice. if he collapsed there there was no way for him to survive the coldness of the night. all he wanted was to get back to his journal and write everything that came to his mind. he had to let out his emotions somewhere and free his mind. plus his diary was the only way for him to really express how he felt.
after his parents death, he wouldn't even talk. simply write in the diary. he did get over the trauma but the diary still is an escape for him and he would never abandoned it.

after a while of walking he could finally see their little house. the city wasn't far away from the house but he didn't feel like going on a shopping spree right now.

when he finally entered he threw his bag on the floor and almost ran to the bedroom to pick up the important object. he didn't even bother to change clothes he just grabbed a pencil and started writing.

hello diary... it's me again, Woo. i arrived a bit earlier than expected but i had no choice. you remember when i told you i was excited to go to the ball? well i absolutely regret it.
the prince is a piece of shirt !!! not even an once of sympathy in that monster.

the first night was pretty fun ! even tho i accidentally had my first kiss.... I dont know who it was, but i do remember his face tho. kinda similar to the prince but that would be awful. anyway , i wrote all the details in the sheets i brought..

"THE SHEETS!" screamed wooyoung before throwing himself on the floor to catch his bag and looked into it. sadly for the poor guy they were completely gone. no signs of the sheets anywhere.

" don't tell me i left them in our room... no no no. this gotta be a joke!!" his face instantly went into panic mode and  he started to have trouble breathing. he tried to calm himself down but the pression was just too much for him.

the poor guy started banging his head furiously on the floor and let out cries of desperation. what was he supposed to do now ? he couldn't possibly go back to the castle to get them back.

and what if someone found them ?
what if someone would use it against him? what would he do then...?

all kind of thoughts were going inside his mind and he was completely powerless.

"yunho... yeosang"

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HEYYY , yep you're not dreaming 👀 pretty fast upload huh? i'm making up to y'all after months of silence , plus i gotta use all this inspiration in a way, right ?