Dracula's Wife [✓]

27.

. . . 

'SeokJin, dear, do you love yourself?'

As if that question hasn't bothered me multiple times, I have yet to deal with this new issue that I dread the most. 

Baby making. 

Yes. You didn't hear it wrong. It is clearly stated. I do not have a lisp problem and neither am I doing it on purpose. It's been almost two weeks since both clans ventured to work things out. Some groups have created conflict, but it wasn't serious to the point where bloodshed would occur. 

They argued because some were getting the answers wrong and others were clearly being morons. I did not participate in the game and had mourned in my chamber until next morning. 

Even after I stated to Hoseok that a hybrid child wouldn't be enough to establish peace, the topic was still brought up by Father and Yoongi. The forlorn expression on NamJoon's face bothers me a lot. 

I do not want to touch his woman because I have mine waiting at home. 

Although, I'm not sure if what I've prepared could continue until I get out of here. I'm already crowned as the King of the Sanctuary, but authority wise, I could care less. 

Henceforth, I asked NamJoon to come to me for a private talk. 

And that nonetheless concerns producing an offspring. 

Clearly, someone didn't get the message. 

"Brother Jin ..."

I asked to talk in private at midnight because it's always the best time to release unnecessary thoughts off. It's what MinYoung does best as well, even though she keeps most of her problems to herself as if they don't bother her in the slightest. The first thing that irritates me the most is the constant inquiries about when the child will be 'ready'. 

An offspring is a being with a life of its own. Not a machine that's bound to be used for a weapon or a symbolic form of a revolution. That doesn't sound right and is morally abusive to the child. 

"NamJoon, come sit here." I gesticulate for him to occupy the space next to me. Sitting on the flat surface of the mountain, accompanied by the cold wind and full moon is what I had envisioned doing with my housewife for once. 

I know she may be afraid of heights, but I know it deep in my heart that she'll be rest assured in the embrace of this King. 

NamJoon has been quiet ever since HaYoung has been crowned Queen. They do have the occasional meet ups and I am not angry for that. I couldn't care less. It's their business. Let them do whatever they want as lovers. I am not against them. 

"You've probably heard from Father, haven't you? Or Hoseok at least ..." I start. He fidgets with his fingers, staring at the packed trees that no normal human being can properly see at night.

Whenever one is uncomfortable by a spoken topic, they choose to keep quiet and stare off into space. I do that quite often, but that's because I don't feel like talking to these people. They are the cause of my tainted happiness. 

"It's alright brother—"

"You do it with HaYoung."

"Pardon— what?" NamJoon's eyes enlarge from its usual size. 

"What? She's your woman, isn't she?" I respond. 

NamJoon seems to be at a loss of words, obviously. He hesitantly breathes out and stutters with his words. There's no one around us. I can tell that. 

"I know Father expects an heir soon, too soon, I believe."

"My head will be slaughtered for that!" He whines, covering his face with his hands. I can't tell if he's embarrassed at the topic or the fact that we're talking about it.

"They won't know unless you guys do a pregnancy scan."

"A what now?" He scrutinizes at me. 

"See, this is why I found it fulfilling to live in the human world. Father wouldn't understand any terms until centuries later will he then catch up. There are so many things to discover out there, yet we're living backwards." 

NamJoon only shakes his head. 

"NamJoon, don't make this harder on me than it's going to be on you. I would rather be denounced as King, give the title to you and remain as a godly prince so that I can return home to my human housewife, but I can't or else Father will come for my wife's head."

Saying those last words induced chills around my body and I didn't like that one bit. He seems slightly affected as well, although it's quite hard to discern what's running through his mind. 

"Assuming a miracle happens, what comes after that? Who knows, Father might send me away on a mission or something and I won't be able to see m- my child." NamJoon stammers, shying away from me. 

When NamJoon thinks of the future, he thinks too much. He ends up panicking at one moment after another. It takes either of us to calm him down and think rationally with him. He has a head full of good thoughts, not just for his own but for everyone's future. 

There are indeed several paths opened to him, but only one outcome will show. If he has a bad ending, I will be there to make it up to him and put a smile on his face. If he has a good ending, which I believe it to be regardless of the situation, then there's no need for me to stay longer than planned. 

"Did you forget that I am King now?" 

"How can I forget that when you were crowned just yesterday, or was it two days ago?" He mumbles under his breath, causing the insides of my stomach to twist. I want to laugh at his minor mistake and ruffle his hair. 

Honestly, I didn't expect NamJoon to be emotionally intertwined with HaYoung that fast. I'd assume she would stray away from him, but thankfully it occurred the other way. 

It doesn't feel real, being the King now. I didn't do anything much to gain this position. I would gladly hand it over to Taehyung or NamJoon, yet the tone in Father's voice is so foreign and threatening. 

Not only would he come after MinYoung, but perhaps my life as well. 

I have no problem with that, aside from wanting to explore the remaining places of the human world before my last breath. 

"It's getting late ... I'll be heading back first. I'll see you tomorrow." NamJoon starts, sweeping his hair back. 

"NamJoon, we share the same chamber. What are you talking about?" I laugh, slightly confused at his wording. Perhaps he was so stressed out about the future that his mind got jumbled up.

NamJoon doesn't shift from his seat, only to glance at me with a languid expression. 

"Aren't you aware? You're moving in to a shared chamber with HaYoung."

And at this moment is the perfect chance for me to scream a curse. 

"Just kidding." He sneers and I throw my slipper at the brat.

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