"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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A few minutes had passed since Wooyoung left San locked in his room although it felt a lot longer than that to the light haired male.
As soon as he remembered there was a window in Wooyoung's room he practically sprinted to it and pulled back the curtain only to realize that some thick metal bars had been installed over the opening. His heart drops immediately after, out of disappointment. It seems like whenever he thinks he's got an edge Wooyoung is already 2 steps ahead. It was frustrating.
He wondered how he was even going to manipulate the vampire. He was too smart. It would prove difficult but he knew he'd think of something. He has to.
Since he was alone for possibly the whole day he decided to begin snooping around and see what he could find. He knew there's no way Wooyoung would leave something valuable lying around his room with him locked in but it was worth the try.
Around the prince's walls were various paintings and canvases of different sizes. Each painting consisted of random things which didn't seem connected to each other at all but at the same time they did. One of was a painting of horse with a black and blood red saddle. Another, a woman in a garden. She had on this long, deep red, flowy dress that San thought was painted so beautifully. Her black hair so entrancing, it almost look like it wasn't a part of the canvas.
As he shifted from painting to painting San grew more impressed. He knew Wooyoung is obviously the artist behind these masterpieces because of the easel in the corner of the room and his large collection of paints and paint brushes.
He shook his head, in an attempt to bring his attention back to looking for anything of value. After several minutes of looking under the bed, in his shelves, drawers, closet etc. he gave up. He found some unless junk and a bag of condoms which, naturally, he had no idea what they were so he just placed them back innocently.
"Great" He mutters with defeat as he looks around the room for any more spots his missed to check. "I guess I should probably get to work..." He glances at the open door leading to the bathroom with dread.
The day drew on and by noon he was starving. He could practically feel his stomach trying to digest itself but he pulled through and before he knew it nightfall came.
It took him most of the day cleaning Wooyoung's bathroom with a toothbrush and the rest lounging around the room trying to keep himself occupied.
He pulls himself off Wooyoung's bed with a loud annoyed sigh and made his way to the window which still had metal bars over the opening. Pulling back the curtain slightly he looked down at the busy vampiric city that never slept. The tiny lights from the windows or stores reminded him of fireflies just making their first appearance in transition from spring to summer.
He'd never admit this out loud of course but he thought it looked it oddly beautiful and serene.
He groans out loud and goes to the door. He begins landing a series of loud bangs on the door in hopes that someone would come open the door like last time with that human. "Let. Me. Out" He delivers a pound after each word.
