Your Majesty {NamJin}

sixteen

After a week in Namjoon's care, Seokjin regained his health. He was able to walk properly and move his body without pain. His face returned from a melancholic, deathly white to a peach, ruddy color, and he began to eat properly again. Constant visits from Hoseok, Taehyung, and Seonbi, along with being in Namjoon's hands allowed Seokjin to blossom like the flower he was. He was now ready to move on from Rinji's death.

"You've come such a long way, Seokjin-ah. You look so much better," Namjoon said, sitting up next to Seokjin in his bed.

"It's all thanks to you and my friends, Namjoon. If you weren't there, I'd probably have starved to death right here," Seokjin said, following suit. "I am so grateful for what you've done for me, Namjoon. Thank you."

"I'm only doing what any good man would do, Seokjin. No need to thank me for anything."

Blushing a bit, Seokjin gave Namjoon a small kiss on the cheek, reiterating his thanks without saying a word. He slowly got out of bed, stretched, and yawned as he looked around the room. The morning sunlight peered through the screen, gently nudging him along the walls towards his wardrobe. Opening the doors, he looked through the wide selection he had before choosing a simple blue vestment. Fancy and frilly had never really been his style; he liked pure, modest clothes the best.

He began to get undressed when he suddenly remembered the royal still sitting in the bed behind him.

Namjoon struggled to hold back a smirk, but looked down in respect -- while taking a secret glance up every once in a while.

"I-I'm sorry...s-should I dress somewhere else"--

"No, no," Namjoon began, "please, feel free. These are your rooms, do as you wish."

Blushing harder, Seokjin took his thin cloak off, exposing his glowing, healthy skin.

Namjoon stared as Seokjin tried to quickly put clothes on. His broad shoulders, firm back, and soft skin glimmered in the soft light. It was a sight for sore eyes; Namjoon couldn't help but drool over the young noble as he dressed.

Not only is his heart beautiful, but his body is as well. God has blessed me with this fine man, blessed me indeed...

Seokjin fumbled around with his belt, unable to get it tied tightly for some reason. He could feel Namjoon's eyes on him, which made him nervous. Noticing the stress Seokjin exhibited over his belt, Namjoon quietly walked up towards him and rested his chin on his shoulder, causing the noble to freeze completely.

"Having trouble, Seokjin?" he whispered, trying to provoke a reaction out of him. Seokjin blushed uncontrollably, covering his face with both hands.

"Come, love. Let me help you." Namjoon said, pulling his robe up and wrapping the belt around his waist firmly.

"Is this tight enough?" he asked, looking up at Seokjin's flustered face. Nodding, the noble removed one hand from his face and placed it on his chest, trying to steady his pounding heart.

Tying the belt in the back, Namjoon chuckled. "I'm glad I could help you dress up, Seokjin-ah. Maybe one day...I could also help you take it off."

Jimin walked through the third town he'd been to in the past two days, bowing and greeting people as they walked by. He was dressed in humble garb, not wanting to attract any attention to himself. Only he knew his true mission; to the people, he was just a young man passing through.

Looking around, he began to give up hope of ever finding a member of the Silcho. They were constantly on the move, tracking everyone in the village. How was he supposed to know when or where they'd attack next?

Suddenly, the drop of a basket made him turn his head, looking at a young man with his hands full of baskets and bags of fruit.

Going over to the basket, Jimin picked it up and walked back over to the young man. His brow dripped with sweat, and his eyes shone when they laid themselves on Jimin. His strong, chiseled nose accented the softness of his face, and his smile reminded Jimin of...a bunny.

Tossing his dark brown hair aside from his head with a good shake, the man thanked Jimin. "I'm not usually this clumsy. Seems you caught me on an off day," he chuckled.

"No worries, man. Have a good one"--

Jimin looked closer at his hazelnut eyes. The young man stood there, confused until he began to do the same. In some sudden realization, the young man dropped his fruit and gasped.

"Jimin hyung!"

"Jungkook-ah!"

The friends immediately hugged each other, patting each other on the back. Laughing and smiling as they remembered memories from childhood, they looked at each other up and down.

"It's been so long! How are you, hyung?" Jungkook asked, feeling up Jimin's firm, sturdy shoulders. "You're built!"

"Hahaha! I'm alright. Life's treating me well. How have you been?"Jimin responded. "You look handsome, I won't deny."

"I've been decent. Ha, finally you admit that after ten years!"

Jungkook picked up some of his baskets, and Jimin carried the rest as they walked down the road, catching up on life.

"So, you working right now?" Jungkook asked, looking down the street.

"Yep. I'm now general of the army."

Looking over at Jimin, Jungkook widened his eyes in disbelief. Jimin stopped and pulled out a sliver chain from under his robe, carrying a jade charm with the royal seal imprint. An excited "wah" rushed out of Jungkook's lips, smiling happily for his hyung.

"That's amazing, Jimin hyung! You put me to shame, you know that?"

"I respect you fully, Jungkook. What are you doing?"

"I'm working for a lady in the city. She's actually noble too, as far as she's told me. But that's just a side, I'm also working shifts at a bar downtown."

"As long as your getting your coin, Jungkookie," Jimin said, nodding at his own statement.

"You're right, hyung."

After a pause, Jungkook looked up at Jimin again.

"Wanna come with me to the city to deliver these? Lady Yang pays me more if I get back quick."

"Sure--" he began, but stopped himself. "I'm sorry, did you say Lady Yang?"

"Yeah! Do you know her? Her name is Yang Sura."