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

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**This chapter might not make any sense, but please don't judge it :)
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Namjoon p.o.v.

I could swear I felt knives and swords in my gaze as I transfixed my eyes to the palace gates, observing the two figurines walking past the shades of the day's end. The unease I felt since his departure seemingly retarded to a console however, but it didn't exile from my heart. From this vantage point, I knew he had a lovely smile on his beautiful face. I would've wanted to share my evening with him and ask him about his own, but knowing he had spent his evening with that prick...I would prefer more to beat myself in the rings instead. Jealousy was a raging flame, an uprising burn—like a dry wind stroking the forest set on fire. I knew it was an absurd feeling. But, even so, I drowned in that insane, irrational feeling again and again. Over and over. Beating me harder than the previous. Because of Seokjin. He was the center. The corners. The vacuum.

Well, now since he's safe and sound and back in the castle, I could turn my focus back to work. Last few hours had been restless since I expected him to return in the evening, but now it's way past light, almost night. Seokjin had me worrying sick about him lately—mostly after the incident in France. And, even if you say I'm being ridiculous over sending a knight behind the prince, I would've done it the next day and the next if it meant I could keep an eye on him when he's not within my grasp. A fraction of my heart hoped he'd come to me just after biding his farewell to Amender, and that fraction of heart was in an embarrassing desperation to have my fawn trapped in my arms for the rest of the night. I would make him forget the time he was not with me. But as I know the other half of my heart, I didn't only want him to return to me just so I could hold him against my chest and confess how dark the hours were without his light, I would want to punish him for defying my word and going out with him. I want to hold him down and run my tongue on every inch of his body to let him recall who owns him. I want to spank him—hard. I want to do every bad thing to him that I consciously ignored the last night. I want—

I growled to myself, burying a frustrated hand through the frolicking strands of my hair as the wind caught through my scalp. How can I think of a punishment when all he deserves is a delicious orgasm without much damage on his already sore ass? Christ!

The glass I had poured for myself stood untouched. I brought it closer to my mouth to savor the strong taste, and my mouth washed with it—unsatisfied and displeasured. I strode back into our chambers, locking the balcony doors together.

I settled back on the chair at my study and downed the entire glass so I could focus better. Ever since he left the castle, I distracted myself with work and relied on alcohol. And, that only helped me for few quick hours before I grew fidgety. But now that I ensure his security, I could concentrate on these paper works before the night passes. The quicker I get over with this, the quicker I can have the favor of other countries. Foremost, I should seek for the England's counsel or excuse regarding this plight. The slightest hint they'd give me regarding their motive, the more I could work with the algorithm and arrange ourselves before the hit.