𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 || 𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗞 || 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗝𝗜𝗡 [DISCONTINUED]

: 9 : Wife

Seokjin's eyes widened and his breathing hitched. He was a piece of iceberg. Can't move , won't move. He felt Namjoon sliding the sword down his back and it was put aside. A ray of relief went through Seokjin.

He watched namjoon walk until he reached infront of seokjin. He crouched down and finally , seokjin looked upto meet those intimidating eyes again. A shiver ran down his spine , even though the man infront of him did nothing.

"Wouldn't you greet me now gorgeous ?" Namjoon asked and grabbed seokjin's face with one of his hands.

Seokjin's face scrunched up and gradually his lips became pouty and parted. Gosh , this man was huge. Now that seokjin took a better look he could see that namjoon had the broadest shoulders he ever saw. Paired with a wide chest and definetely a carved body inside those clothings. Seokjin blinked as he snapped out of his fantasy. Such a 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 time to fantasize something like that.

"..good night your highness"

Wow. How much more fucked up can this situation get ? Did he really have to say that instead of all the things he could've said ? Seokjin got scared once again seeing namjoon's unreadable expression. But then...he laughed ? More like a bitter chuckle. Still he looked good.

"You want me to leave already hmm ?"

"It's not like that - trust me your highness I didn't mean to say som-" seokjin was pushed back to the ground as he felt his back meet the floor.

He groaned a bit in pain and opened his eyes to be met with namjoon's again. But he was close...too close. He shut his eyes close again. His hands were pinned up and namjoon was on 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"Do you still have the scar ?" Namjoon's voice sounded ten octaves deeper that he was so close to him now.

"Which s-scar ?" Yes. Fuck up the situation even more by stuttering. That's what we do.

"Don't act all innocent dear , I know you're still not over him" Namjoon put a stray hair strand out of seokjin's face as seokjin leaned to the touch. Why was he leaning towards it ?

"No...I really don't..know what you're talking about" He said. His eyes still closed.

His hands were set free out of namjoon's grip. He wandered it as it set his place on namjoon's chest trying to move him a bit. But he didn't seem to bulge.

".......you little whore"

Okay wait. So there is more to 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 seokjin's life than he expected. Even though his face heated up. Little whore ? Why was he blushing at that. Seokjin never knew he developed a degradation kink.

"I'm not a whore !" Seokjin exclaimed as he opened his eyes and tried pushed namjoon off again. To no avail of course.

"Really ?"

"Yes !"

Namjoon smirked. Why was he smirking now. This man was unpredictable and unreadable. Seokjin didn't like that. He wanted to at least know any kind of thoughts that was going through namjoon's mind.

Namjoon leaned closer. Seokjin was panicking. But his body seemed to like this anyway. The position was already a big problem now he's leaning in ? Namjoon stopped once he was almost one inch away from seokjin's lips. Seokjin could feel his hot breath.

Namjoon's one hand was beside seokjin's head caging him in while the other slid down his body. And then up again. Until it rested on his neck. Namjoon held his neck and choked him. Seokjin gasped at the sudden rough sensation.

"...but you seem to like this"

Namjoon's hand then slid down ...until it reached the tie of his top. Yes his dress was almost like a skirt and a top hanbok model for night. That didn't have any layers inside it. And what was namjoon doing with the tie ?

Namjoon caught one end of the ribbon like tie and untied the knot. Seokjin held tighter onto namjoon's clothes. Clutching it into fists. He pushed him with all the power that he had.

"Don't do it !! You pervert !" Seokjin spoke up making namjoon chuckle once again.

"You don't want to die now...." Namjoon said as seokjin once again..froze. He can't die. "...lay still" There wasn't an option for him anymore. He had to lay down like a dead animal.

Namjoon took the hem of seokjin's hanbok and slid it to the side. Taking the other side and sliding it to the other side. Seokjin felt exposed as he closed his eyes tightly once again. He couldn't take this. Namjoon was too seductive.

"The scar isn't only on your body ...and I'm not stupid to not realise it" Seokjin opened his eyes again at namjoon's remark. He lookeat him with a confused expression.

"Don't ever try to put up an act again" Namjoon was serious. Seokjin knew it. Namjoon got up and left the room leaving seokjin laying down there all confused. His head was spinning like crazy. He didn't even know what to do now.

He quickly got up and looked at the mirror. He had a scar on his chest. It wasn't a big Nor a small one. Seokjin ran his hand over it. It might be an old one. He quickly covered himself up by tying the knot again as he ran outside. The guards followed seokjin who ran around the palace at nighy calling for hye rin.

"What is it dear highness" Hye rin said coming toward seokjin with a panicked expression.

"Wha- why is there a scar on me ?" Seokjin asked as hye rin sighed.

"You could've asked it in the morning...and do you really not remember ?" Hye rin asked as seokjin shook his head as a no.

"....it's from my ex-lover ?" Seokjin was confused again. They sat in his room as hye rin explained everything to seokjin.

"Yes. He betrayed you.....all these..." Hye rin said hesitantly.

"Tell me everything" seokjin said as she sighed.

"You loved him very much that you rejected our highness's love. You chose him and our highness chose to lay low for a while....but then your lover turned out to be the youngest son of lee palace. One of the deadliest enemies of your family. He took a chance and trued killing your mother and father...just in time our highness saw it and stopped it. He left the country and never came back. And you were betrothed to our highness.... You sometimes still thought about lee yoo min. And it bothered our highness as he leaved you to live by your own while he lived on his own"

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Seokjin had to look more into lee yoo min. And as disturbing it is...namjoon actually loved this seokjin. He had to do something...about all of this. He already knew the before seokjin voluntarily gave up his life if these are all that he went through. Now seokjin had to live upto it.

But he didn't know where to start or where to end. Hye rin left after making the bed for Seokjin. He sat on his bed immersed in whatever thoughts. He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to be met with a rather familiar face.

𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 !

//𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 !!