Namjin Oneshots

✯ Prisoner Of Your Heart- Part Two ⁸ ✯

Warnings: mention of physical and mental pain, mental breakdown, nudity, etc.

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Oneshot- 8, Part Two
ROYAL AU
Words: 8775

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Seokjin had forgotten what proper sleep was since he was forced into going to war.

Every dawn when he used to wake up, dread would feel his heart and he'd hate that he'd not just died, not a bit of the sleep he got refreshing his exhausted body or reducing the pain of the poorly treated wounds he had.

But this morning, Seokjin's lips stretched with a pure smile as he released a happy breath the very moment he woke up and the memories of yesterday filling his mind. Relief washed over him, along with a strange feeling of calmness. His body was no longer in pain or exhaustion. He felt recharged and peaceful for the first time in months waking up.

He slowly grew aware of his surroundings, and the feeling of soft mattress and pillows underneath, with a fluffy blanket covering him, was so comforting for once instead of the rough ground and some tattered bunch clothes for his headrest, a worn out rag barely keeping out the coldness. The robe he wore was warm too, nothing like the dirty clothes he wore along with his camp mates.

Seokjin was so grateful to the kind, handsome crown Prince of Persona for taking him in, not only caring for him but also making him someone of his own. For giving him the chance of living a life nobody else like himself would be lucky enough to be given.

Sitting up slowly so that the blankets fell off and gathered around his waist, Seokjin stretched, rubbing the sleep dust away from his eyes with one hand. Then humming with content, he looked around the huge bed to find himself alone, Namjoon nowhere around.

He yawned openly, back falling back against the pillows propped up as he wondered where the other had went.

"Good morning, Seokjin," Namjoon's deep voice made him stop yawning abruptly and jump a little, looking up in alert.

The curtain had been drawn away, and the crown Prince was looking down at him with an adoring smile, dimples and all, holding a pile of clothes in one hand. He was wearing a very thin white robe, toned chest proudly on display.

Seokjin looked away, a red hue rising to his cheeks, causing Namjoon to chuckle and tousle his fluffy bed hair as he sat down beside him, placing the clothes on the bedsheets.

"Good m-morning, Namjoon," the prince's fiance said shyly, once he felt bold enough to look back at him again.

"How did you sleep, hmm?" Namjoon asked, reaching over to take his hand in his, both of them melting in each other's hold when Seokjin's small, slender fingers curled around his ever so gently.

"I slept well," Seokjin laid his eyes on his soon-to-be husband's, admiring the beautiful dragon eyes that looked so much brighter and sparkled more in the golden morning light falling on their bed from the window beside. "You?"

"It'd been really good, specially with you by my side," Namjoon's dimples deepened as his smile grew wider at seeing Seokjin blush prettily. "Are you sure you had no trouble sleeping?"

"No, Namjoon." Seokjin smiled softly, a smile barely there, but visible to sharp eyes. He'd not even smiled this much in months. "I haven't had slept so great in like... ages. Thank you again for taking me in."

Namjoon raised the fragile hand up and kissed it again like last night, gaze never leaving Jin's glossy eyes. "Were you the least uncomfortable sleeping with me? If you want, I will make sure you get a room of your own-"