“What are you doing?”

Sunggyu looked up from his work bench, a mortar and pestle in his hand.

“What does it look like?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked,” Myungsoo replied dryly.

“Even if you knew, you’d still ask.”

Sunggyu looked back down, and Myungsoo wrinkled his nose. “Hey, that’s not how you’re supposed to address your prince.”

Sunggyu looked back up, boredom clearly written on his face. “I keep forgetting that the only one with a stick up his is the one and only, prince charming.”

Myungsoo’s eyes widened before Sunggyu quickly got up and moved, right in time to dodge the wooden ornaments Myungsoo sent his way. Sunggyu could only manage another “Hey!” before two more objects flew past him and clattered against the ground.

Sungjong could hear the yells and racket from the hall, and he quickly turned around and made a mental note not to enter Sunggyu’s room for the next few hours.