Taken Prince

4. Sleep deprived

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Father," I called making him look at me. "You knew that Namjoon is a prince, didn't you?" It was nighttime once again and my dad and I are night owls, so I usually take that opportunity to talk with him about... things.

"I did."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I was mad, but I tried to keep calm. Why didn't he tell me? There's no reason for him to not tell me! I'm trustworthy!

"I wanted you to treat him like he wasn't a prince and the best way to do that is to not know who he is. Now that you know I want you to treat him like you did. I don't want you to ruin this alright?"

"I never ruin our missions!" I said.

"I know that, but this is very important. I just wanted to take the safe path," he explained. I held the urge to roll my eyes. Whatever.

"Okay. Goodnight," I said.

"Goodnight." I walked back to my room that I shared with the one and only, the prince. I looked at him sleeping peacefully, and still perfectly. Now that I know who he is I know how to gather information.

My eyes widened as I saw Namjoon moving in the bed. It was dark but I could see him moving even in the dark. Is he awake? "Namjoon, you awake?" I whispered, hoping that I won't get an answer back.

"Positive." Shit.

"Why are you still awake? It's late," I asked, plotting myself down on the bed.

"I am unable to fall asleep. Why is Y/N conscious up to this time?"

"Oh," I mumbled. I hope he didn't hear anything. "I was just drinking water," I lied effortlessly. "Are you planning on sleeping anytime soon."

"I would like to go unconscious, but I do not think it is possible."

"Do you.." I closed my eyes and bit my lip nervously. He waited patiently for my answer as I was already starting to regret this. I hope I don't embarrass myself. "Need a hug?"

"A hug?" he asked sounding shocked, or more like surprised. "I have never experienced a hug from one who is not the woman of my birth."

"You mean your mother?"

"That is correct." I felt bad for him. Everyone deserves a hug.

"Do you want a hug?" I asked. He kept silent for a moment, probably thinking.

"Does embracing me help with getting fatigued?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"I think so. If you don't like it you can always break the hug. You can also refuse, I'm not forcing you into anything!" This was kind of awkward and I really wanted to make it clear that I'm not forcing anything.

I heard him take a deep breath before speaking with a raspy voice. "Come here."

My heart skipped a beat at that. I don't know if it was the way he said it, if I was nervous or if it was just because I'm shocked. I didn't actually think he'd agree, but he did.

I got off my bed and slowly approached him as I layed down next to him. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his muscles. "Is this okay?" I asked, making sure he was feeling okay with my hug. It was the first time I've ever been this close to him and because of his clothes I never really saw his muscles. Now I wasn't seeing his muscles but feeling them.

He layed on his back and I layed on my right side, facing him. My left arm was over his chest. He was very buff! I've noticed that he had a big chest before but I never thought that it'd be this hard. His left arm brushed against my body and it was surprisingly big too.

Namjoon hummed in agreement, telling me that this is okay, before turning around to face me. I suddenly felt his hands on my waist, bringing me closer to him before wrapping his arms around my body. His action was very surprising, making me freeze.

"Relax. What's the reason you are very tensed for?" he said with a deep and whispery voice. My face was close to his upper buff chest or neck, almost buried in it, as his head rested on top of mine. He smelled good, really good actually. He smelled like nature, kind of like grass and flowers.

This felt weird though. I've never been this close to a man but I liked it. For some reason this hug seemed to not only calm me down but calm him down too.

I relaxed my body in his embrace and closed my eyes, totally ignoring his question. However, I did follow his order to relax. "Good night. Sleep well," I said in a whispery voice.

"Good night."