~Ice Prince: Song recommendation: 'If You'- BIGBANG, 'Castle of Glass'-Linkin Park

  The metal clinking against the china bowl sounded too loud in the spacious room. Wooyoung sat alone in the quiet dining room, the long table before him stretching on for what seemed like miles with nothing decorating the ice. Alone. As always. When was the last time he ate with company that wasn't afraid of him and actually had genuine, positive feelings for him? Or had any company besides the scary thoughts that was of his own? Maybe well over a decade. Wooyoung attempted to let his bitterness show on his face with fail. His face muscles refused to budge an inch. A battle with himself everyday, every dull morning at dawn. Breakfast alone. Almost going insane from the solitude that defined his whole kingdom. His bowl, silverware, and drink were all that were on the table, with only his Chansung outside the door. Very much bare. The Ice Prince brought the metal spoon to his lips and took a sip. 'Tasteless.' Wooyoung non too gently returned the spoon onto the table, and abandoned his breakfast. Like every other morning. He promised himself everyday as well; to try to finish his meal, maybe change something in his life to give it more meaning. He scraped his chair back, and turned his heels away from the food, and turned the knob of the door to leave. Without Wooyoung's awareness, his feet immediately started their trip to his tutor, with the prince stopping halfway to his study room. Their conversation and battle of angry eyes flashed in his mind, and Wooyoung's discomfort bent one of his eyebrows. Wooyoung sighed softly, feet reversing back to go to his personal room. Nothing to do. What was he going to do now? What was there for him to do now, without the mundane studies he was to endure for hours every morning now that he couldn't show his face there? It was his pride, Wooyoung knew, that made his feet pedal forward to the window he escaped to in times of extreme discomfort. Ah, there it was. The strange, unfamiliar, unsettling, unpleasant feeling that was constantly present in his chest.     This castle was out his life energy- not that he had much of it. He gazed out the window, his eyes set in a unwanted natural glare. Wooyoung set his bare palm against the cold window and gazed outside with longing. The white snow seemed emotionless- just thick packs of dead elements. That was the word. Dead. How he felt. He couldn't feel the emotion 'happiness'. He used to know that feeling. The warm burst of something similar to fireworks exploding in his upper body, spreading the warm pleasant feeling to everywhere in his body- his face uncontrollably contorting into a beam as laughter thrummed through his veins from his earbuds. Even the cold that hung in the air couldn't chill the warmth in his heart with its touch. Wooyoung's head cocked to its side as he faced his courtyard with a slight lump in his throat. Why did he feel so trapped now? The wide, empty, white space stretched far away from the castle, and the gate that separated him from his people was also too far. He remembered- his past self, and trailed his hand along the cold surface of glass as he resumed walking and gazed out the windows with an increased longing. Was this what people called a home? A place where he felt cold and empty- a place where there was only extravagance made for strong, confident nobility- but instead was not even appreciated by a cowardly man? A man who avoided every room with any mirrors- small or big, in hopes of trying to run from who he was now.     The smooth glass slid his fingers forward with ease, the cold bliss drilling holes into his hands. The cold in his hands was becoming unbearable- but it was okay, Wooyoung reminded himself. The cold would turn into a fake warmth that Wooyoung yearned to have once again. His half-closed eyes drifted to his white hands. Soon, the red would return with the searing hot cold. He lifted hi