⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook]

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"For the sake of Jove, what should I wear?" Standing in front of his closet—the wooden doors widely opened to reveal piles of dresses, tunics and togas hanging from the hooks—Seokjin frowns pensively, examining every rich color and quality embroiders and decorations of every dress. He has been standing like this for what felt like hours and beneath his feet, the Persian-exported rug is soaked from water which dribbles along his skin. He cannot choose whatever he likes—but should choose the best— what the king will like to see him in. It might also be the summersaulting curiosity and excitement which have got him staring unblinkingly at the pile of dresses, indecisive among his choices. And, during the two-hour timed bathe as well, he has taken care of every piece of his body to look good for Namjoon—not like the king would worry about how he looks. Seokjin knows that whatever he is dressed in, the king would like it—although he would like him better if the dress is removed.

Tilting his head to a side, Seokjin runs his hand through a long silk robe—jade in color, almost transparent with white pearls and jewels decorating the neck line. But with all the straps and knots, it would be hard to remove. He shakes his head to himself with an exhale and pushes the dress to the very back, humming as his fingers glide through the soft cotton material of his purple toga. A toga would be good—less robes and more access to his body. But the color is not exactly erotic and sensual for a night like this—and mostly the material is cotton, and Seokjin is searching for something silk and lustrous. With another scowl, he shoves the clothe away and regards the next one.

"Oh gods, how can I be so poor? Not a single dress!" Seokjin exclaims dramatically, huffing through his nose like an impatient bull as he shoves every piece of rich clothe, scowling deep. Annoyed, he slams the doors of his closet and rushes towards the doors, swinging both of them open. "Summon Roselle. Quick!" He orders the nearest knight and retreats back to his room, slamming the doors shut. He paces towards the mirror table and slumps on the cushion, an angry pout rudely placed on his lush lips. Seokjin jerks the twinned towel from his hair and collects the wet strands to a side before massaging each gently with the fur towel, keeping his eyes fixed on his reflection. After drying his hair, he takes the pomegranate oil from the small cabinet beneath the dressing table and pours some to his palm and meticulously smoothens each and every strand with the aromatic oil.

But his attention is averted owing a knock. Without turning, Seokjin answers in a short 'come in' and gets welcomed by his friend who enters shortly. "Oh, Rose. Thank goodness you're here." He mutters gratefully, his earlier pout replaced by a smile when Roselle smiles back.

"Well, that's some greeting, Prince of Rome. I foolishly expected a hug." She laughs playfully, the emerald-green eyes sparkling as she strolls towards the prince who feigns a gasp and springs to his feet, turning around and sweeping the girl off the ground who squeals with surprised delight, holding onto the prince's shoulders as he spins her round after round before finally setting her back steadily—although for Roselle, the entire room whirls for few seconds. "Oh, dear, have you knocked your head on somewhere?"