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

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Seokjin p.o.v

(When I woke up, the temperature was increasingly cold and low. It was the shiver which persuaded me to wake up from my dreams of Namjoon making love to me. Gods—what is the sin I have done to obtain such disturbance from my innocent dream? I frown at the heavens before blushing like an idiot.

My eyes judged the unfamiliar room and then it knocked me. We're in France, yeah! This room is ours for another nine days...that'll do just fine. I flushed at the remembrance of our love-making inside this foreign bathroom and on this foreign bed...and the aftermath of that, my butt is sore and aching from the intense thrusts he used at the end.

I sat up on the bed, the blanket I'm wrapped upon puddling over my hips as I did the sitting. I wandered my eyes over the dull-darkness of the surrounding and persuaded myself that it's night—almost night. And Namjoon hasn't returned yet. I frowned through an unstoppable yawn breaking out the tightness of my facial muscles. Oh, gods! If Namjoon had seen me yawning like that—shit!

Behave well in front of your king, Seokjin.

I remembered him dressing me one of his shirts since my baggage wasn't brought to our chamber and for a moments' curiosity, I looked down and blushed. His top was over-sized on me. Too baggy and too expose-y. I tugged onto the hem and the opened collar hurdled the exposure to the end of my chest. Gods! He is big. Dismissing such thoughts, I waved the blanket off my legs and blinked at the unrecognized underwear I'm wearing—oh, it's his! Gods, fuck me into him already. I shook my head and giggled absurdly at the state of me.

Climbing off the bed, I stretched towards the curtained-windows and pulled the designed drapes back—marveling at the way the glass panels were being designed with rain drops. I didn't hear the rain. I frowned in concern and observed the ground I saw from the closed windows, hoping to find Namjoon's steeds, but there were none other than few busy ladies and men.

I sighed, hugging myself for warmth as I felt utterly alone and hungry...that's when I was reminded I didn't have my lunch or any supper. I need Namjoon so much...and what's taking so long? I whined incoherently and struggled not to flee out in search of my lover.

Gods, I miss him so damn much now!

Then and there, a knock was heard which made me almost fall from the window plank I was sitting by, observing the idly rain scattering outside. But upon the knock, my insides churned with desire and without caring that I'm bare-feet, I ran towards the door and opened it hopefully)

-You're dinner, uh, Madame?
(....hopeless! I suppressed an urge to flick on this lady's forehead but contained myself, offering a small smile. Darn it! Wait—did she just call me Madame? My eyes widened at the title and I found myself tugging onto Namjoon's shirt shyly as I considered myself to answer—in a most feminine voice I could feign)