Truce ((MinJoon))

Nine

Namjoon didn't know how long he had been laying there with his face buried into the pillow. He had long stopped whining, but rather enjoyed the feeling of the soft fluffy pillow against his face. Besides...the pillow had Jimin's scent covering it. And Namjoon had to say, he really liked how good the demon smelled. Yeah, he knew it was rather weird to be smelling someone's he barely knew pillow, but he and Jimin were to be married. Plus, Namjoon figured he would be spending nights here, so he was just getting himself used to the scents.

The delicate angel prince sighed in content as he slowly turned to lay on his back. Due to having been absorbed by the scent of Jimin's scent, he had not noticed Jimin standing by the bed with his arms folded across his chest with a smirk dancing along his plump lips. "Having fun on my bed, little angel?"

A rather high pitch squeal escaped Namjoon's lips. His eyes snapped opened and the angel sat up in alarm. "J-Jimin! H-How long have y-you been standing there?" The angel prince was praying the demon prince hadn't seen the way he had been nuzzling and sniffing the pillow.

Jimin's smirked widened largely and bent at the waist so he could look Namjoon in the eye. "Oh, for about five to ten minutes. I was going to say something, but it would seem like you were far too busy with smelling my pillows. Do you enjoy the way they smell, my sweet?"

This caused Namjoon's face to burn bright red. Darn it. He had been hoping the demon had not noticed that. Now he was feeling so embarrassed right now. Namjoon immediately covered his face with his hands and scooted away from Jimin. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to d-do that." Namjoon was so embarrassed right now. He wished he could crawl into a hole and not come out.

Jimin chuckled softly and moved onto the bed. He hovered over the angel prince and reached out to remove his delicate hands from his face. "There is no need to apologize. It's perfectly fine, little angel. Besides, it's your bed too. You are going to be staying in here with me, after all."

Namjoon looked at Jimin with a shy expression, his cheeks still glowing that brilliant red. "R-Really? Are you sure?" Namjoon didn't want to be in trouble or be called weird for nuzzling against Jimin's pillow. Seeing Jimin move closer to him, Namjoon struck back more against the bed until his back was pressed against the headboard.

"Yes, I am sure. So, don't worry about it, little angel." Jimin leaned a little closer to ghost his lips against Namjoon's, smirking when the angel moved away further. "There is no need to move away from me. I am going to be your husband after all. We should get used to being this close to one another."

Namjoon looked down nervously, feeling his heart beginning to beat rapidly against his rib cage. He knew Jimin was right, but he wasn't ready nor comfortable with having Jimin this close to him. "I-I know, but I don't feel very comfortable with us b-being this close yet..." The innocent angel hoped the other prince wouldn't become angry over this. The last thing he wanted was to anger or annoy his fiancée.

Jimin sighed, rolling his eyes. It seems like corrupting this angel was going to take longer than he thought. Releasing his hold on Namjoon's wrists, Jimin moved away from his fiancée. "Very well. I'll give you some space. For now. Do remember this, little Namjoonie. I'm not a patient person." A rather sadistic grin made it's up onto Jimin's face. "I will corrupt you sooner or later."

Namjoon's heart suddenly sank into the pit of his stomach at Jimin's words. The angel would be lying if he said those words didn't frighten him. Just knowing that his soon-to-be husband wished to corrupt and taint him scared him greatly. Namjoon was beginning to wish their fathers hadn't thought of this Treaty. He wished there could be another way to bring peace. Unfortunately, it would seem like this was the only way. When Jimin stood from the bed, Namjoon pulled his legs close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them tightly.