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The silence to the chambers of his amor, the Hanguk Prince made sure his foot falls on the warm wooden floor were absolutely soft to the ear drums. Cautious that he would wake Rosaliá up if by chance she had fallen asleep.
And also because he had a good old doubt looking in his mind that Insu was probably with her, accompanying the young maiden who had been indirectly humiliated by two royals. Insu cared a lot about Rosaliá and it was something that Jungkook had grown to adore. He loved to see his sister happy like she was wth Rosaliá.
A friend that she earned for and deserved as well.
His eyes falling on the bed, clean sheets, well-made, pillows perfectly placed and the absence of a slight crease to them made him know that Rosaliá had not welcomed slumber yet.
Good for him.
His ears straining to here a slight noise of feet shuffling, he smiled on realising that Rosaliá was perhaps in the restroom, cleaning up before going to bed. He was just in time.
Removing his shoes and keeping them aside, Jungkook slid his gold bidden, embroidered jacket off, keeping it on the ottoman that rested at the foot of her queen size bed. His hands folding the sleeves of his black shirt up his arms, he loosened a button or two from the neck, relaxing as he sat down on the bed, getting his feet up and his arms folding behind his head as he leaned on the headboard.
The sound of the sink faucet shutting, he watched as the door straight to his vision, opened and out stepped the miracle of the beauty that he had been earning to hold the entire evening, in a bathrobe.
His eyes stagnant over her form, he watched how the hair that had done little to hide the beautiful ivory skin that she had, dripping with fresh showered water. Her face pristine and clean, a red blush to her cheeks and her lips.
He had almost whined thinking of how he had not been able to admire her more in the beautiful creme dress that he had made her wear for him but the visuals he was being served right then, could beat any and all of his wildest fantasies.
With him being completely quiet and immobile, he watched as her green eyes, now a dark under the thick lashes that she had, fell on him. How they widened just a bit before she relaxed and her lips tugged up in a smirk that he would love to kiss away.
"Your Highness." She bowed, a hand over her chest that was covered with the criss cross of the two sides of the robe coming together.
"Hey." He blubbered all the while raking her almost naked form in front of him.
"What did I do to have the honour of you being present here?" She asked making him snort at her while she walked to her vanity.
"Is that your polite way to ask me what the hell am I doing here?" He asked standing up as he slowly made his way to her.
"Was I that obvious?" She asked, her smile not loosing its charm as she watched the Prince halting behind her while she brushed her wet locks of hair.
"I wouldn't mind you being rude to me. You tolerated worse things today." He muttered holding her waist from behind as he rocked them from side to side.
