seasons ; KNJ

2; The princes facade.

Namjoon had learned early in life that his words held power, authority, and the utmost rich tone someone his age could have. Kim Namjoon, the third eldest son of the king, Kim Seokjin.

Life as a prince was easy, sit pretty on your throne and give orders. Life had been somewhat boring, he dares call it bland.

As a prince, someone who had an opportunity to take the throne if anything were to happen to his eldest brothers, he was very protected by the king and eldest brothers. No public schools, no interacting with the public, no commoner friends.

He wanted- no. He craved the touch of someone who didn't live just to obey him. He wanted to be genuinely loved, not praised for simply being born into a powerful family.

A small problem though, Kim Namjoon was a brat. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, spoiled from the second he was born. His dimples had appeared when he was around a year old and had enamored everyone. Gifts, wealth, and praise was a norm for him. He was raised to think that he deserved the best of everything and everyone. Namjoon had always had the finest toys, food, clothing- you name it.

"No! Get out of my kingdom! God, you disgust me." Namjoon snapped, not sparing the begging chef- ex chef a second glance.

He ignored the pitiful pleas of the chef and looked around with arms crossed. He frowned when he saw the majority of his workers gaping at him in fear, the deep crease of his dimples forming.

He grabbed the nearest object and threw it on the ground, next to the begging ex-chef. He knew and recognized his behavior to that of a young child throwing a tantrum but he continued. "Well?! Get to work you lowlifes!" A demand, casted by the one and only that left his workers running back to work.

Another thing, Kim Namjoon was feared, but he also feared. He feared disappointing, but the thought of scaring someone he loved made him weak. He hated feeling weak.

That's were you fit right into the gold frame of his life. Kim Seokjin, once a prince and now a king, had always been a rebel, letting his heart lead his life instead of his fathers commands. He had decided to marry a commoner, such a thing was labeled as disgusting for someone who had such wealth as him.

Did that make his love waver? Not at all. He took over the kingdom when he reached the ripe age of 23. The commoner as his queen, and your mother as her personal maid. Better described, you were the daughter of the queens best friend. You as well had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but you had a mother who had taught you about the importance of remembering your roots, especially when she had worked so hard to get you into the position she was in.

Since the passing of your mother and her best friend, the queen, you had become a personal servant to Kim Namjoon. You were reluctant at first, seeing as how cold he acted with the rest of the servants, but nevertheless took the position.

You were only a year older than him when you had officially started working under him. You worked hard, never once dirtying the reputation your mother had worked so hard for and never disobeying anyone under the Kim name.

Well, that is, until now.

"Kim Namjoon. Pick that up." You were furious. You had witnessed the whole ordeal, seeing the man you had grown up with act like such a child was unbearable.  You might've let your anger shown in your tone, something that you rarely let happen.

He froze in place and felt his face pale. You only used his full name when you were mad. Oh God, what had he just done?

He quickly uncrossed his arms, turning around and letting his once confident gaze drop to look down at his shoes. You had to chuckle, he looked like a kid who had gotten caught stealing an extra cookie out of a cookie jar.

"Namjoon. Look at me." Your voice has held more authority towards Namjoon than anyone could have.

He nervously looked up and opened his mouth to make up an excuse but the words got caught in his throat as you glared at him. God, he hated how you had so much power over him.

You took a single glance behind him to the chef that was still on his knees and looked back at Namjoon. "Apologize."

He frowned, Kim Namjoon doesn't do apology's.

"But I didn't-"

You cut him off, "I said apologize. Do not make me repeat myself Kim Namjoon."

He swallowed his pride down as soon as he saw you take a step closer to him, it's not like he had a choice, anyways.

Slowly turning around and shivering when he realized you weren't the only one watching, he clenched his jaw.

"Sorry." It comes out half-assed, but you've learned that it's the best you're going to get out of him.

He turns back around to you, letting his bratty self talk to you. "Good enough for you?" His tone was laced with sarcasm, he immediately regrets it when he realizes how close you were to him.

"We'll see if you can make a 'good enough' apology to your father for disrespecting his name." You retort.

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just a quick lil draft, i might make a part two to this i like the kingdom au :')