Seokjin churned in his covers, rolling and turning as his head was wrapped in unsettled thoughts. The other members of the hwarang are sleeping peacefully and even eerily so, Taehyung. He lay on his back, his sheets neatly covering his body just as it as was in the evening. Seokjin suffered the night alone, listening to the morning songbirds and the soft breaths of the other men around him. When it was time to rise for the second morning of training with the emperor, he was suddenly nervous.
Everybody shuffled into their silky garments. Seokjin's fabric suddenly felt all too soft. Taehyung approached the older, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry hyung, the confusion will only last today," He told him with a frown. Pity filled his eyes as he understood how terrified the older must feel but that feeling melted away in his heart; now he had a fondness for the farmer. He felt safe and protected, which isn't a feeling he was new to. He constantly felt safe around Seokjin and his brothers- specifically Seokjin as he was most brotherly towards him. Taehyung smiled before leaving the room, Making his way to breakfast.
Seokjin was left questioning Taehyung's behaviour. He was so overly calm about the entire situation he couldn't help but wonder: "Who was this farmer?"
Seokjin wanted more answers, but most of all, he wanted the truth. He wanted to know once and for all who this "Agust" person was, and why he looked so much like the emperor.
The Hwarang had their duties amongst the public today, so Seokjin took this opportunity to speak with Namjoon once again. He knew that Namjoon was both intelligent and wise, so he would give the best advice for this whole farmer situation.
Seokjin paced to the library, to be greeted with the usual business with the calm aura encircling him. Without looking as suspicious as possible, he walked past the crowd of people (most of whom were gawping women) and lost himself in the shelves of books. He prayed that Namjoon was in his usual spot, studying history as he always did. Seokjin remembered the fond memories of running to the library and dropping lunch off for the hard-working Namjoon, but those memories are lost with the thousands if eyes following each step. He had to be quick.
Namjoon was there as Seokjin suspected. He was nuzzled up in at least fifty different books, with a pen and ink pot by his side. His golden-rimmed glasses were sliding down his nose and his hair was sticking up, probably from the lack of sleep. Namjoon wasn't one to care too much about his casual appearance. To him, it would be much preferred to be called "the man in the library" as that was where he spent most of his days.
"Namjoon!" Seokjin nearly yelled with excitement. Namjoon, startled, was pulled back into reality as he saw Seokjin running towards him. The older nearly suffocated him in a tight embrace, as he was rambling about how happy he was to finally see him once again and how he needed some desperate help.
"Namjoon-ah, you won't believe what happened," Seokjin panted. His head was in the clouds, overjoyed to finally be able to rant about his time in the Hwarang.
It was a sight to adjust to for Namjoon. Seokjin was a simple man, who used to wear simple clothes because all of his money went to the youngers before being spent on himself. Now, he was wearing something oh so expensive to the point that Seokjin looked like a God. His handsome features were simply enhanced by the royal purple and reds and golds, but that was besides the case. He was still his Seokjin-Hyung, and that was all that matters.
Taehyung was at his old home. To his surprise, nobody was home. Jungkook would usually be at the house during this time, and Jimin would have been around to take care of him like he promised. However, the dining room was as clean as ever, and a couple of Namjoon's books were piled up at one side.
He wandered into Jungkook's room, and as expected, his bed wasn't made. There was a mirage of letters on the floor. Taehyung hovered over them in a nosy, and read a couple lines of the first letter:
" Dear Jungkookie,
Would you like to join me for some lunch tomorrow? Meet me at your favourite restaurant and I'll take you for desert. :)
Love, Jimin"
So that's where they'll be. Taehyung was relieved because Jungkook was being kept busy and wasn't left to think about the absence of himself and Seokjin. Jimin took care of him well and made sure he was happy, so Taehyung had nothing to worry about. He could focus on the Hwarang, and more importantly, the farmer in the rice field.
