Ecidora| Woosan

30∙lovesick

warning: this chapter contains mention of eating disorder. read with caution.

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Each of their faces lost color when they heard the woman on the other side of the door.

Oh Fuck...

"One second mother!" Wooyoung scrambled around, his head shot to different spots in the room, trying to figure out where to hide San. "Quick! under the bed." He mumbled, so his mom didn't hear, and shoved the servant towards the bed.

San complied and dropped to the ground. He pushed himself underneath the frame, Wooyoung pulled the duvet down so he couldn't be seen then made his way to the door and unlocked it then opened it for his mother.

She immediately barged in the room, pushing past her son. "What is gods name are you doing in here?"
Wooyoung's mind raced as he came up with different excuses, there were not many but he managed to figure one out just in time.

"We have all these rooms in the house, am I not allowed to be in any of them but my own?"

She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. "Hmph. I suppose you're right. Do you always hang out in the guest bedrooms?"
"I mean.. sometimes. Why does it even matter?"
"Do not give me attitude, Jung Wooyoung."
"Sorry mom.."

She began to walk around the room, her eyes scanned the it like she was looking for something. Wooyoung tried his best not to seem suspicious, or draw any attention to himself. "Are you hiding something, Wooyoung?"
"What? Why would I be hiding something."
"Cause when you lie.." She stepped closer to him, crossing her arms over her chest "You always dig your nails into your skin." She grabbed him by the wrist, yanking his hand up in the air.

Just as she suspected his fists were tightly clenched, his nails sculpted crescent shapes in his palms. He chewed his lip, and stared at his palm that was still being held up by his mother's inescapable grip. "I-I'm not hiding anything!"
"Stop lying to me."

Wooyoung gulped and yanked his hand away from her, rubbing his wrists where it had grown red from her fingertips. Before the prince could retort a loud bang was heard from under the bed "Ow!"

This isn't good

The woman raised an eyebrow, then made her way over to the cause of the noise. "Jung Wooyoung." She growled. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut with a deep breath "San. You can come out."

His mother's eyes widened as she watched the servant emerge from underneath the bed frame. He brought himself to his feet.

She gasped, her hand shot up to her mouth. Quickly, Wooyoung watched the pure shock in her eyes switch to anger. "Oh my god! What were you doing in here with my son?" Her hand rose into the air, and before either could react she smacked the servant across the face.