The king turns around and looks in the direction of the entrance to his bed-chamber. There, Namjoon stands in front of the now-closed doors with a worried look on his face. He is still dressed in his training attire. Sweat drips from the sides of his face.
"Namjoon," the king says in a dark tone. "Did I summon you?"
Namjoon's chest moves up and down as he catches his breath due to sprinting down the corridor from the training grounds.
"No," Namjoon responds.
The king drops his sword to his side.
"Then leave," the king demands.
Namjoon repeats what he says making the king shut his eyes and inhale. When King Yoongi opens his eyes, he stares at the sword in his right hand.
"Namjoon, this is not the time to be defiant. Now leave," the king speaks.
The king's right-hand man stands his ground and refuses to go.
"I heard that Tiana slapped you...did you-"
"GET OUUUUTTTT!!!" The king's voice booms.
Namjoon doesn't flinch at the king's outburst. He's used to them, but also knows that these outbursts come from him keeping things in or trying to control himself.
King Yoongi tightens his hand around the handle of his sword.
"I'm not leaving, your Majesty," Namjoon replies. "Not in the state you are in."
Yoongi feels hot inside at the last park Namjoon said. He feels like his right-hand man is mocking him, and underestimating him.
The king's feet pivot in the direction of where Namjoon stands so that he can walk toward him.
His sword drags along the floor, leaving a long cut where it touches.
When he gets up to Namjoon, he looks up at him with cutthroat anger in his dark eyes. The king doesn't speak out of his mouth, but his eyes tell Namjoon all he needs to know. However, Namjoon doesn't care that the king is telling him to leave so he can be destructive in his emotional state. He knows that will be terrible for the king and Tiana if she gets in the line of sight...which she is already in due to slapping the king.
Namjoon shakes his head at the king.
"I told you no," Namjoon says. "As your right-hand man and friend, I will -"
As fast as a released bullet, the king is lifting his sword and cuts through Namjoon's flesh.
Namjoon had blocked the sword with his hand, stopping it front coming at his neck. The sword pierces into his left hand, causing blood to trickle from the cut in his hand and down his arm.
Namjoon grabs the sword with his wounded hand and looks the king in the eyes. Hurt swims in them as he looks back at the person he considered to be one of his best friends. His heart hurts ten times more than the pain in his palm.
"Who the F said we were friends?" The king asks.
He presses the sword into Namjoon's hand.
"We are not friends, Namjoon. You are only my right-hand man," the king continues.
Namjoon removes his hand from the sword and lets it fall to his side. The dark red liquid coming from his wound drips onto the wooden floor, staining it.
He expected this. The king who stands before him is a lot different from the young Yoongi who he'd run around with on the palace grounds when they should've been doing their labor.
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Unforeseen
Fanfiction"I want her," The blonde-haired man says. He points a long pale finger at Tiana. Agust D leans against the wall with a foot propped up. "She's not for sale, Yoongi," he responds. He gives the man a lazy look. "It's King Min Yoongi to you!" The man s...
