Metanoia

Chapter 25

We kissed. We kissed? We kissed, we kissed, we kissed!

Yoongi is a man with many fixations, a simple witch who would get a rush of fluttering joy for many things. Cute animals, for instance, fresh fruit, the feeling of perfecting a spell, and the moons cool light on his skin. The longer he stayed in this kingdom, the longer he spent with Him, he found the list ever growing. The King, ever stoic, ever strong, sat now with his dumb dimpled smile and softest crescent eyes at the top of that list.

Namjoon had left the boy alone in his chambers, having been called back to the party. Yoongi, who had honestly been left breathless, decided to take this moment to simply soak in the nights events.

He'd been in the kings bedroom before, well, more so had viewed it from the hallway. Standing alone in the elders private space, felt so intimate, so precious. It gave a chance for the witch to see the King in a new light. Firstly, Namjoon had so many books, like, an overwhelming amount of books. There was a library in the castle already and yet the Kings personal collection seemed just as expansive. Literature, poetry, fantasy, even scripts from Kings of the past. It was oddly beautiful, organised and beautiful.

There were small potted plants lined up on the window, Yoongi walked over and gently trailed his finger along their green leaves, "So pretty," he complimented in a hushed voice. Having spent so much time with the King in the garden over the past few weeks, Yoongi now understood that the King did have a small love for plants, even taking time for his own little collection. It showed a softer side of the King, one that, in all their shared time together, Yoongi was still coming to know.

The rest of the room was dressed royally, black and red as was the theme of the kingdom, gold trimmings on the furniture, large velvet curtains to dress the similarly gigantic windows. The room demanded its status to be recognised. As little as Yoongi cared for riches and treasures, he did see the comfort that came with being a royal. In particular he found the bed to peak his interest. It stretched across the room as an ocean does across the sand, seemingly endless and tranquil. The little witch dared test the fabric, his pale hand smoothing over the gentle cotton, its plush texture making his heart melt. He had a soft spot for gentleness, maybe he developed this fancy having slept in caves and on the forest floor for two years. He found that once he had a taste of the blankets comfort, he couldn't deny temptation to overwhelm him.

His body succumbed to the warmth of the bed as he found himself lying on the right side, closest to the window. The peaceful atmosphere settled with the serene mix of a warm bed and cool moon light. In his room, in his bed, his taste still fresh on the little witches lips. Yoongi had never felt so close to the young King, and although it wasn't his plan, the small witch couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep, a sleep that recovered unspoken stress, a sleep to cure the soul.

As the witch drifted into a dream world of peace and serenity, a Prince and guard were tucked away in the secret garden, enjoying the short moment they had together in solitary. Taehyung was simply overjoyed with the gift, their mothers garden, reborn, Taehyung knew how much work and effort his brother must have put in to make this place as beautiful as it once was.

The guard watched their lover smile, and giggle, and bounce around the garden, a youthful joy seemed to flow effortlessly through their body. The Prince, drunken with joy, grabbed his boyfriends hands, and began swinging around the place. They danced as small children would, simply allowing their body to flail and flaunt as their emotions did. The guard struggled at first, unable to match the careless and free movements of the elder. It wasn't easy to just throw away the stiff dances that had been drilled into the guards head his whole life.