The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

Jealousy

About a week passed before San started getting used to life in the new castle. He saw Princess Yuna once or twice per day and spent much of his free time either in the training room or the library.

That afternoon, he had just finished bringing Yuna her lunch when he went to get his own. The dining hall was less crowded than usual, though a familiar blond head was still there. San piled his plate with meat. There were plenty of places to sit, but San still took a seat beside the prince. Annoying Yeosang was one of San's favourite pastimes.

Yeosang looked at San's plate with those judging eyes.

"Do you have a problem with my diet?" San asked, taking a big bite of steak.

"I will not attempt to control what you put in your body," Yeosang said coolly.

San looked at Yeosang's plate, which was filled mostly with fruits and bread. When he swallowed, he said, "Perhaps if you ate like me, you wouldn't be so small."

Yeosang gasped. "I am not small. Perhaps you are just large."

San grinned. "I most certainly am. You will not be able to find broader shoulders than mine in the entire kingdom."

Yeosang inspected San's shoulders, as if trying to refute his claim, but came up short. "Full of himself," the prince muttered, turning away.

"What will this prince be doing with his day?" San asked when they had both almost finished eating. "Another failed meeting with a princess?"

"I am supposed to go to my science and mathematics lesson."

"You say that as if you are not actually planning to go."

Yeosang sighed, a bit wistful. "I wish to see the gardens. I have been too busy to visit them lately."

"I think you should go to your lesson," San told him. "Perhaps you will become slightly less stupid."

Yeosang shoved him lightly. "You are the stupid one."

A few seconds of silence. San watched the prince stare intently at his place. "Do you...want to come with me?"

San thought he was doing his job well. He thought the prince grew more annoyed with him by the day. Apparently not. "Why?"

Yeosang still avoided looking at him. "I am bored often these days. You are not boring."

San realized that this was the first time Yeosang asked him to do something rather than ordering him to. "I'm your entertainment, huh?"

Finally, Yeosang faced him. "You know I did not mean it like that."

"I know," San agreed. "I will accompany you, but only if your guard stays behind."

"What? Why?"

They both looked at the guard, who was watching them like a hawk. If only he knew what they were talking about.

"I am afraid he doesn't like me very much."

"Perhaps because you bully me," Yeosang pointed out. Fair point, although Yeosang was no angel towards San, either. "But fine. Wooyoungie does not have to come. He would probably enjoy a break."

San rose and Yeosang looked at him expectantly. "If you're expecting me to help you out of your seat," San said. "You will be severely disappointed."

Yeosang huffed but stood on his own. In a matter of seconds, that annoying guard was upon them. "Ready to leave, my prince?"

His prince. Who did this guard think he was?

"San and I will go to the gardens," Yeosang told him. "You may do as you please until we return."