Prince Nothing - .WOOSAN.

.FIVE.

"There's dirt on your floor, and your bed."

Hongjoong was frowning, his hands on his hips and his toe tapping in annoyance.

"And?" I tested, matching his pose in a mocking sense.

He didn't look amused, raising an eyebrow, "Wooyoung."

I let out a nervous laugh, putting my hands behind my back and crossing my fingers, hoping he wouldn't catch my lie, "I went out for a morning walk." I spoke shakily, and I cursed myself for my weak character.

Hongjoong didn't seem impressed, "So you went outside without accompaniment?"

I coughed, trying to shield my face from him, "I'm 19, I don't need someone to follow me everywhere." I tried to sound stern although I knew that as a Prince I required someone beside me at all times.

"And you weren't wearing shoes?" He pointed to a defined foot print, where each individual toe was visible.

I cringed, "Well-"

Hongjoong sighed, "Cut the shit Lix, who was here?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyance filling me, "It's none of your business, ok?" I yelled, "Since when did you become a detective anyway?"

He looked hurt, but only for a second. His brown eyes seemed to get dull, and his warm expression faded to a worrying state of no emotion. His posture dropped, and for a second I thought I saw tears begin to start forming in his eyes.

Then he turned away.

"Fine." He started walking to the door, "It seems I am not needed here." He huffed, reaching for the handle to my door.

"No, you aren't." I snapped back a little too harshly.

Hongjoong flinched, and looked back at me one last time before racing out of the room.

I had seen tears.

I let out an aggravated sigh, sitting down on my bed and putting my head in my hands. Why did everything have to be like this? Why had I chosen to snap at my one and only friend? It didn't make sense.

None of this did.

I pressed on my eyelids with the palm of my hands, stopping the angry tears from falling down my face, watching as small patterns appeared, moving around and seeming to calm me. I knew it was just caused because of the pressure, but it was beautiful.

My heart throbbed as my mind flashed with a picture of Hongjoong smiling, his face was bright, and dimples he had never shown before poked his cheeks. I wanted to see that again. I needed to.

But I had hurt him.

I looked to my dresser, noticing a glint from an object that I had almost forgotten that I owned; a small dagger. I got slowly off of my bed, grabbing it gently and holding it in my hand, examining the small designs that matched the ones on my crown and the red rubies that jutted out of the handle. Everything I owned matched.

I smiled at it, pushing the delicate skin on the end of my pointed finger onto the end of the blade. It was sharp.

It was a last resort.

I felt my body start to shake, and I forced myself to calm down, bringing my dagger to the bathroom and setting it down carefully on the counter. I needed to know exactly where it was.

I heard a knock on my door, and I flinched, moving quickly back into my bedroom and jumping back into my bed, covering myself up in my blanket so that whoever was there wouldn't know what I had just been thinking. I waited for a second knock, trying to sell my sleeping act, and then let out a groan, "Come in." I faked grogginess.