Your Majesty {NamJin}

seven

Namjoon led Seokjin through a hallway down to his bedroom. Upon opening the door, Seokjin was taken with awe upon the grandness of the room; its larger than life bed, mahogany vanities and granite nightstands, silk curtains and sheets and forest views meant to impose on the viewer. And it did a pretty good job of it.

"Wah, Your Majesty, your bedroom is so big."

"Mhm. It's a bit sad, I don't have anyone to share it with..."

Me! Me! I volunteer!

"T-That is...quite unfortunate," Seokjin agreed, biting his tongue before anything slipped out.

"Seokjin...I really just want the company. It's so much for one person, you see?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. I understand."

"Ah, thank you. You've taken a heavy burden off my shoulders. I feel that I can finally feel relief from grieving my sorrows."

In a sympathetic rush, Seokjin placed a hand on Namjoon's shoulder again. Namjoon smiled in return, doing the same to Seokjin.

Sitting down at a desk opposite each other, they found themselves deep in conversation.

"How did things go in the north?"

"Your Majesty need not worry any longer. The group has been neutralized and the people live in peace."

"I knew your plan would work, Seokjin. You are very intelligent."

Blushing at the compliment, Seokjin smiled and looked down at his hands. "I'm not worthy of your praise, Your Majesty."

"If you aren't worthy, I don't know who is," he laughed, placing his hands on the table.

"Your Majesty is too kind."

Chuckling to himself, Namjoon leaned in on the table, closer to Seokjin. Noticing the advance, Seokjin turned crimson while secretly admiring Namjoon's heavenly face from the opposite side of the table.

"Seokjin," he began in a deep, heartwrenching voice.

My body is losing control of itself...I'm getting hard...

"Why is it that words are ten times sweeter from your lips than from others?"

In the name of Heaven, please don't rile me up like this!

"Y-Y-Your M-Majesty...I..."

Giggling a little, Namjoon looked down at his hands. "Am I being too forward?"

Seokjin got a grip. "Your Majesty, why must you praise me so? I am but a single person. I'm nothing special compared to you"--

At that, Namjoon got on his knees and leaned over the table, gently holding onto Seokjin's arms. Their faces were mere inches apart. Seokjin's eyes widened in shock, but soon calmed to a soft gaze as Namjoon gently took him by both hands.

"Don't you dare speak so lowly of yourself. I command it."

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."

"You are Kim Seokjin, First Lord of the North, caretaker of thousands. You are a devoted, kind, intelligent man. It is true, and dare anyone say it isn't, see what befalls them."

Seokjin bowed, letting his forehead touch Namjoon's hands. "Your Majesty blesses me with these words."

Before Namjoon could reply, a knock on the door was heard. Seokjin raised his head, and smiled sadly at Namjoon, slipping his hands out of the royal's. Namjoon went over to the door and slid it open, seeing a guard bowing towards him.

"Pardon my interruption, Your Majesty."

"I forgive it," Namjoon replied.

"The new general has been elected. We respectfully ask that you oversee his swearing in tonight."

"Of course. I will see him at dusk."

The guard bowed again, walking away from the door. Namjoon slid it closed, sighing and finally returning to Seokjin.

"Now, where were we?"

Smiling up at Namjoon, Seokjin held his hands out for him to hold again.

"Ah, that's right," Namjoon said kneeling at the table and holding Seokjin's hands. "Tell me, Seokjin, what else do I bless you with?"

"Your Majesty blesses me with his presence."

Laughing, Namjoon held Seokjin's hands tighter.

"Please, call me Namjoon."

Looking up at Namjoon, Seokjin's eyes glossed over with happiness. Holding his hands even tighter, Namjoon did the same.

Seokjin began to feel the sting of the cuts he got with Sura. After all, Rinji had only cleaned them with water. Hiding the pain, he laughed a little, looking in his lap.

"Seokjin, would you care for a game of cards?"

"Of course, Namjoon," Seokjin smiled.

Smiling back, Namjoon let go of his hands to reach for the cards, but suddenly stopped.

"Seokjin, what happened to your hands?"

Looking at the scars, Seokjin quickly hid his hands underneath the robe. "W-Well..."

"Seokjin," Namjoon said, holding both his hands palm up. "What happened?"

"Your Majesty..."

With a worried look, Namjoon traced his thumb over the cuts. "If you value our friendship, you will tell me the truth."

Suddenly afraid, Seokjin was stuck. Telling the truth meant incurring the wrath of Sura -- which meant further problems. However, lying to the one he loved was even worse.

Knowing he had to tell Namjoon what happened, he breathed out, calming himself.

"This morning, I was in the gardens, watching the birds. The harem woman named Sura insulted me, and I told her to leave. She then ripped my quilt in half and pushed me to the ground. I landed hands first."

Namjoon was silent. Unable to decipher his emotions, Seokjin held his breath in nervousness. Looking down onto the table, Namjoon had long stopped caressing his hands.

Is he mad at me? Have I done anything wrong? I should've just told him I fell...

During the period of silence, Seokjin began to grow anxious. "Your Majesty..." he began, but Namjoon was still silent. Unable to stand the thought of Namjoon being mad at him, Seokjin began to cry.

Namjoon looked up and took one glance at the tears falling down his face. Immediately, he jumped over the table and knelt next to him, letting his robes billow and fall all around him. Namjoon took Seokjin into his arms, caressing his back.

"Seokjin, Seokjin-ah, what troubles you? Tell me."

"P-Please...d-don't be angry at me..." he squeaked, burrowing his face into Namjoon's shoulder.

"Why would I be angry at you, Seokjin? There, there. It's okay. I'll take care of that snake."

"Y-Your Majesty"--

"Namjoon."

"Namjoon," he said, calming down a bit. "I'm afraid..."

"What frightens you, Seokjin? I will eradicate it."

"Upon leaving, Sura told me to die so the crows and vultures could feed on me. Does this mean she wants to kill me?"

"Let anyone intend ill on you, and they will feel my anger. Worry no more, Seokjin. I will protect you with my life."