One-shots |knj + ksj| (eng)

Slib pt.1

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a promise (Czech)

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A knock interrupted Jin's thinking. He rose his eyes from the paper and invited the latter to come in.

A tall muscular man in silver armour came in, closing the door behind him. Jin couldn't help but smile as their eyes met.

"You asked for me, Your Majesty?" the general bowed politely, standing by the door.

"Yes. I was tasked by my Father to discuss our army and preparation for the upcoming battle. So, please, enlighten me. You can take a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," the soldier sat in front of the table at one of the wooden chairs in the prince's office. The sun was shining through the open windows and the wind was playing with the yellow curtains.

"Okay, so we have about 10 thousand men, who will have been ready by Monday morning. General Jung is going to go with them together with general Park. I, as the personal guard of the royal family, have been asked to stay here."

Seokjin nodded. "How about the morale of the men?"

"Most of them are looking forward to the battle and they are ready to give their life for the royal family and this kingdom."

"Is the army prepared well? What do you think, general?"

Namjoon nodded almost immediately. "Yes."

"Do you think 10 thousand men is enough?" Seokjin asked.

"Yes. No need to worry, Your Majesty."

"I am not worried, I just wanted to know your opinion because you are a person, whom I trust and who has a lot of experience with protecting my family. Thank you, Namjoon."

"The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty."

Seokjin nodded and quickly blinked three times as he was making eye contact with the latter, who repeated the action. They both smiled lightly as their deal was made.

...

Seokjin washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He breathed out, putting a jacket over his pyjama shirt. He sprayed perfume on his neck as he felt his palms sweat and the butterflies flutter their wings in his stomach. He smiled lightly with anticipation.

He sat on his bed; his eyes glued onto the tickling clock. He knew at what hour, minute and second, he had to go, so no one caught him. He had done it so many times, he could even go there blind right now. As the clock showed almost 10 PM, he walked out of his chambers and quietly walked to the exit. He was looking all around not to spot anyone.

He ran through the garden quietly, not making a sound. He arrived in a small wooden pergola, where he could be perfectly hidden. The moon and the stars were shining brightly as he sat down, excitement bubbling under his skin.

"Hi," silence was pierced by a deep soothing voice and Jin's eyes met his. He smiled, his heart beating fast. Namjoon wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him in his embrace. He pressed his lips against his.

Jin's hands cupped the latter's face. He wanted to smile, to laugh, to shout into the world how happy he was now that he was close to his lover again. His heart was aching when he could not touch the latter.

They had to hide because first of all, Jin was a royal and Namjoon was not, and secondly, they were both men. Beautiful and kind men but still men. And again, Jin was the future king of this country, he had to present himself a certain way.

Did he want to be the next in line for the throne? No. Did anyone care about his opinion? Also no. But he had accepted it as his fate and he had come to terms with the life of a royal. All but one thing.

"You seem so happy to see me," Jin whispered, smiling. Namjoon sat on the bench, holding him close.

"I am always thrilled to see you," the younger wrapped his arms around Jin's waist, smiling too. The prince cupped his face, pressing kisses onto his lips. His thighs were hugging the latter's legs as they continued to cuddle.

"You're so beautiful, Your Majesty," Namjoon smiled at the latter, who giggled quietly.

"You can't even see my face," he whispered back, blushing, which the latter couldn't notice as dark was surrounding them. Namjoon chuckled.

"I've seen you this morning and many many many times before. And even if you smeared poop all over yourself, I'd still consider you the prettiest human being in this universe."

Jin hid his face in his neck, blushing and smiling like crazy. Namjoon always knew how to make him feel flustered and appreciated. Jin had always admired how he could write and say the most beautiful words to him as if he was straight up reciting poetry. He had gotten many songs dedicated to him, many stories read to him, that were all a product of Namjoon's brilliant brain.

They stayed like this for a while. The younger was stroking the latter's back in circles, the dark and silence were surrounding them but nothing at that moment could be more perfect. Jin breathed in Namjoon's scent, smiling as he squeezed the latter in his embrace. He loved his muscular arms and the way his hug made him feel safe. He felt so small, although he was not; he was a tall man with broad shoulders, a representative member of the royal family that would carry the whole kingdom on his back one day.

They heard steps approaching, which woke them up from their daydreaming about each other. Namjoon lied quietly on the bench, so they couldn't be seen through the window. Jin closed his eyes, trying to calm down his beating heart while trying to control the sound of his breathing. They lied to like this for what felt like an eternity and when the steps began to die away, Jin rose his head a little to check. He nodded to Namjoon, who then sat back up, trying to make the smallest amount of noise possible.

They were both quiet, but not happy quiet like a minute ago. Meeting with the reality was always hard, but to them, it felt like a head-on collision. They suddenly woke up from a fairy-tale to a nightmare.

"I love you, Namjoon," Jin whispered, caressing his collarbones with his thumbs.

"I love you so much," the latter smiled and pecked his lips, holding him close. "And I will, no matter whose ring you're going to wear."

Jin smiled sadly. "I wish I could just announce the wedding with your name and wear your ring and make you a king."

"You know that's not possible; you have to have a wife to birth you a child, who is going to be the future ruler of this country. And we, as two men, biologically can't do that."

Jin sighed. "Everything would be easier if I were a woman."

"I am not a royal, we still wouldn't be allowed to get married," Namjoon shook his head.

"Well, then we would do it like in all those fairy tales. Men would have to fight for my hand. And you'd win because you're the best warrior I've ever known," Jin smiled and the latter chuckled at the creative mind of his lover. He pecked his lips.

"I love you, Jin. So much."

The latter smiled. "I love you too. And I'd give up this whole kingdom and life in luxury for you."

Namjoon took his hand and kissed every single knuckle of his. Jin was smiling, watching the taller's soft lips leaving kisses. He had always felt like a prince, the one from a fairy-tale, who was being treated most beautifully by their lover. In reality, being a prince was onerous, he had many duties and carried many burdens on his shoulders. Namjoon made him forget about all of them though...