The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

A Momentary Lapse in Judgement

The ending is a little bit of a doozy lol. Just a bit.

They made it into town the following day. San had never been so happy to see civilization. He was hungry and tired but more than anything else, he needed a bath.

So, they rented a room at an inn. Like most inns in Aurora, there was a pub and restaurant downstairs with four or five rooms to rent upstairs. They wouldn't sleep there--they just needed a place to bathe and keep their things while they prepared for the rest of the trip—just a few more days. San had to admit, the journey wasn't as torturous as he expected now that Wooyoung had finally become a bit less uptight.

Wooyoung dropped the heavy bags down, the sound echoing throughout the room. "You can bathe first."

"No, you go," San said. Wooyoung had carried everything for almost the whole trip; the least San could do was let him bathe first.

For once, Wooyoung didn't seem inclined to argue. He nodded, pushing his long and slightly greasy hair out of his face. San was sure he looked no better. "I won't take long."

San sat on the bed while Wooyoung went into the bathing room. His stomach rumbled; it was past lunchtime and he hadn't eaten yet that day, but he didn't know where Wooyoung kept his money and didn't feel like rooting through his bags.

At least, true to his word, Wooyoung didn't take long. He emerged with clean hair and clothes and San practically jumped up to take his turn.

"I'll go down and pick up some more supplies," Wooyoung told him. He looked at San's arm as if he could see the injury through the shirt's fabric. "Wash that well."

San rolled his eyes at being told to do something he was already planning on doing. "I know." Then, he wasted no more time to run his own bath. He made the water as hot as he could, got in, and for the first time in too long, felt truly warm. He took his time washing, knowing that nobody was waiting for him.

When he finally got out and went back into the room, clad only in one of the inn's provided towels, he was extremely relieved that Wooyoung was still out. He smiled when he saw the clean clothes laid out for him.

He dressed in the simple black pants and short-sleeved shirt before he also donned his jacket and headed downstairs. He was wondering where he'd look for Wooyoung but found him easily, sitting alone at one of the pub's tables.

"Took you long enough," Wooyoung said as a greeting, looking San up and down. "I think my clothes are too small for you."

"I would have stayed in there longer if I wasn't so hungry," San admitted after he sat down. "Thanks for these, by the way, even if they are small."

Wooyoung shrugged. "At least one of us had the foresight to pack extra."

San bit back a smile. "Maybe if you hadn't rushed me..."

"There's no proof of that," Wooyoung said, then he looked around towards the kitchen and stood up. "I will order us some food."

"You're not going to ask what I want?" 

"If you're as hungry as you say you are, then I assume you wouldn't be picky."

Wooyoung walked up to the bar and spoke to the barmaid, and San watched curiously when Wooyoung smiled and laughed like he'd known her for years, even throwing in a wink or two. In so many ways, the polar opposite of the way he was with San. For some reason, he felt a little offended.

When Wooyoung came back to the table a minute later, San gave him a baffled look. "What was that?"

"What was what?"