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

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Author p.o.v

Namjoon stirs upon the door knock he hears from outside. He glances at his side, where Seokjin is living in a pleasant dream, wrapped around his body like ivy. He smiles at the prince, offering a soft kiss on his nose tip as well, the king gently untangles themselves. He clambers from the bed and searches for a bath-robe though his head whips towards the door every time the knock lingers.)

-Wait a second!
(Namjoon throws the fur robes over his body and ties the knot before strolling closer to the door. Once he opens it, Roselle and Jisoo gasps synchronizing-ly and shares a look with each other before glancing at the king)

-My lord, what are you doing here? The celebration has started and the guests have arrived. They must be looking for you! You aren't even dressed yet.

(The queen's dress is churned with pearly white and scarlet red. The ball gown flares towards the floor ravishingly as beads of round marbles and jewels were embroidered on the eminent gown. As it was an open-shoulder dress, her neck is glimmered with a sparking necklace. Her dark hair waved and curled in ringlets and the passionate twinkling of her tiara was dazzling. But, clearly she was startled to see the king like this...utterly unprepared for the ceremony)

-Uh, yeah...I was hoping to get dressed. Oh, Is that Seokjin's dress?
(Suppressing the embarrassment and guilt, he finger-points the dress folded on Roselle's arms, a color slightly darker than Seokjin's eye color.)

-Yes, your highness.
(Roselle bows at him and keeps her head low. Namjoon hums with few nods and changes his gaze back to Jisoo who frowns at him like an annoyed mother.)

-You should get ready.

-Uh...yeah, yeah...I—

-Namjoon?
( Seokjin's voice echoes from inside, gaining the attention of them. Namjoon's dimples deepen on his cheeks as he regards the bed over his shoulders and announces in a soft voice)

-I'm here. Your sister and Roselle have arrived to dress you.
(Namjoon nods at the two ladies and pushes the door wide enough for them to enter. The prince was still wriggling on the bed, stretching his limbs and recurring from his slumber. He sits on the bed and rubs his left eye, his lips quirking in a pouty way as he does, and squints at the females who are scowling and frowning at him disapprovingly.)

-Hi back! 's nice to see you scowling at me, sister. Wass up?
(He grins at them sleepily and extends his grabby hands for Namjoon who chuckles, before pacing towards the bed and guiding the prince's hands towards his chest and bending to kiss his lips briefly. He tips from the younger's chin and regards him softly before attaching their lips again for an unhurried, chaste kiss)

-Have you slept well?

-Hmm...
(Seokjin hums melodically and stares at the male hovering over him—as one of the elder's knee was bent on the bed and the other on the floor. Namjoon tugs from the duvets and hides his stomach--below much possessively even though it was only his shins being exposed out from the sheets)