Myosotis (yoonmin) ON HOLD

Chapter Þrēo

''My king, it is time for the dance.''

Namjoon turned his head back to face the woman, nodding quickly before dismissing the servant, without anyone noticing. The woman bowed hastily before turning around and walked away, joining the other servants, who had formed a group of seven in the corner behind the thrones of the kings.

Sweat was already forming on the king's forehead, being a little nervous was an understatement. He knew that Jin would love it, everything he does is appreciated and cherished by his husband, but he still couldn't control his nerves.

"My love, why are you sweating so much?'' Jin asked, concern present in his voice.

''Huh, oh, it's nothing.'' Namjoon held his hands high and started fluttering them, hoping that the wind he created by doing so, would give him some sort of refreshment. On the contrary, the movements of his hand resulted in even more warmth.

''God, It is warm here, isn't it.'' Jin looked at him confusedly, staring at his flushed cheeks. ''Namjoon, the sun is almost setting, it's getting cold, not warm.''

''Oh, you have it cold my love? Servants, come here and bring a blanket for the king, immedia-''

Jin covered Namjoon's mouth with his left hand, before he could finish his sentence and called one of the servants, asking for a handkerchief instead. He dabs the beige colored cotton cloth on Namjoon's forehead, wiping his sweat away.

''Are you having a fever?'' Jin asked, worried about his husband.

''Yes, a fever, called you.'' Namjoon thought.

''Namjoon, stop looking at me with those glassy eyes and answer me.'' Jin cupped his cheeks, hoping the sudden touch would get him out of his trance.

Namjoon looked up and stared in his lover's eyes, not wanting to be anywhere else then by his husband's side.

Suddenly Namjoon stood up and extended his hand, his brown large eyes, filled with brightness, fixed on Jin. ''Will you give me the honor to dance with you, my king.''

The king seated in his throne, with the handkerchief still in his hand, was surprised his husband requested him this.

It was such a long time ago, since the last time they danced, but he could still remember it very clearly. Namjoon was and still is not exactly the best dancer and even though he tried his very best, everytime they were obligated to dance, his husband always managed to fail miserably. Only the thought of that one particular day, had made Jin groan in pain already.

It was their fifth anniversary and everything went smoothly that day, everyone enjoyed themselves and the food was delicious. There was nothing to complain about, till the dance happened. All the dances they had to do before were not perfect and their subjects already knew that their king was not good in dancing. Jin always took care of Namjoon's blunders, he would never let his husbands mistakes be noticed. Every time Namjoon stood on his toes, he would just put his head in the crook of Namjoon's neck to muffle his painful noises, no one would question it, instead they would cheer harder, because of how endearing the couple looked.

But that day, Namjoon had stood so badly on his toe, he couldn't stay still even if he wanted to. Luckily Namjoon noticed the hurtful look on his husband's face and ended the dance earlier than was usual. He placed one arm around Jin's back and the other around the bend in his knees. While squatting down he positioned his arms around Jin. Slowly he moved upward, lifting his own body, along with Jin's. Jin nestled himself in Namjoon's arm, before he walked away back to the throne.

''Namjoon, since when are you so romantic, picking your husband up in bridal style?'' Taehyung asked, a light chuckle escaping his mouth. ''I was not sure if the seelies could love their kings even more, but today you showed again, that it is indeed possible.'' He looked at the seelies in the courtyard, who were still looking at their kings.