⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook] (Under Editing)

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A week later...

(Seokjin was at the training fields, practicing some archery when he catches a glimpse of his highness strolling towards the palace gardens. It is an uncommon sight to him, the fact that Namjoon has planed to loosen his crown for a while to explore the nature. But with built curiosity, he removes his quiver and takes slow steps towards the opened-palace gardens. It was the time of Summer, when the Goddess Feronia blessed the soil with fertility and life. The time when the Sun God, Sol beamed at the ground as to marry the brown soil with prosperity. Seokjin wanders in awe at the bristling water fountain in mid and all those gown plants quivering with the breeze. It isn't the fist time of him, rambling through the gardens.But with another presence around, he felt dizzy and ravished. Grape wines arched over the metal strings and underneath, a bed of Primroses and Clovers were fooling around with the wind, rouses his wavered feelings. His ankle boots bring him closer to the crouched male who has been crouching in the same place for too long which earns the interest of Seokjin)

-Good morning, my lord.
(He has expected the other to rattle at the abrupt voice, but Namjoon smiles warmly as if he'd guessed his presence since a long-know time)

-Good morning Seokjin.
(Seokjin runs his hair braids- which keeps messing over his side locks- around his ear and peers at the cause which keeps the latter's gaze so focused, away from him. Namjoon's gloves were carelessly tucked inside his pockets that his hands rub with fresh soil. He smells outdoors, mixture of rain drops scatter on fresh damp soil which reminds him of Spring actually. Namjoon keeps digging a hole with a little tool and his whole attention was spat on that)

-Playing with dirt when you're an adult as well?
(Namjoon sneers at his playful, charismatic tone and nods his head without a word. Seokjin squats next to him and picks a few seeds laid next to the King and admires the vivid patterns scattered around)
"What sort of a plant will these rise, Namjoon?"

(Namjoon grunts with a last spade at the hole and smiles at Seokjin before clapping his hands to weed out the dirt for an extent)

-Have you heard the flower snow drops?
(Seokjin's eyes glints in amusement as he stares at his highness for further explanations)

-I-I have. But never seen.

-Next Spring, the buds will bloom. It's a small bell- shaped flower which hangs down. Known as Galanthus as well.

-Galanthus..
(Seokjin whispers the name at the seedlings as if they'd whisper back his own name as well. Namjoon adoringly smiles at him, his breathtaking features close by flutters his heart and he cherishes the feeling more than anything)

-Will you do the honor of planting them by yourself, Prince Seokjin? Here, take my glove.
(Seokjin rejects the idea of wearing a clothe barrier against feeling the freshness of the Earth mother. He respects Namjoon as a man of nature and the calm and gentleness plastered on his handsome face were much as a resemblance of Ceres, the goddess of agriculture. Yet as a male, Namjoon is a god.)

-Is the pit deep enough?

-Yes.
(Namjoon clears the hole using his bare hands, removing some dust away and gestures the latter to plant the seed. Meticulously, Seokjin buries the seed within the Earth and covers the pit back with soil while Namjoon cooperates. They don't flinch like before when simultaneously their fingers ring which each other  and even the gazes they share are bold and intense)
"Now, there is a remembrance of you in my garden as well."

-I'm honored for it your highness.
(Seokjin beams a bright smile at the elder who melts before those blue diamonds, a bunch of butterflies roaming inside his abdomen every time Seokjin's high cheeks flush with bright pink with that kind of broad smile)