Being 3 inches from his face, every small details became clear to you. The length of his eyelashes, how his hair falls to cover both his eyes, there's a small beauty mark under his lips, his round cheeks, and high bone structures. Everything that he is, belongs to you, even if it's just for the moment. The bruise was beginning to clear. He stirred a when the sunlight painted across his face. Your hand went to cover his face, he continued to sleep tranquilly.
Just then, his hand shifted from under the blanket and grabbed your hand that was hovering over his face. His eyes slowly opened, they found you immediately. He mentioned at some point last night that his eyes can find their way to you naturally, without his control. He brought your hand down and kissed it. "Good morning, my Princess." he said. His morning voice was stunning, a harmonious sound.
"Good morning." you replied. He open his arms up and your head found its spot on his chest. His inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. Your finger making circles on his back as the windows revealed the beautiful surrounding of nature and clear sky. The sun has yet to awaken, there seemed to be no one in the villa except you two. Which isn't true, but in his eyes, you are the only one. "How did you sleep?"
"Best sleep I've ever had. Because I have my beautiful wife with me." he answered, his hand playing with the end of your hair. "What about you, my love?"
"I feel like I'm still dreaming."
"What specifically?"
"Everything? Being here with you, sleeping next to you, hearing you say you love me. And oh my god, being married to you. 3 months ago, I wouldn't even had the courage to say hi to you."
"I can prove to you that this is very much real." he whispered. "But I know what you mean. I can't believe I finally got my dream person, I finally get to call someone mine. You belong to me, okay?"
"If I tell you that I'm someone else, would you still look at me the same way?" you asked, your voice muffled into his chest.
"You keep saying that I don't know you. Again, no matter who you are, I will love you just the same." Namjoon kissed the top of your head and held you closer. "Do you have something to tell me though?" he asked. You shook your head. If possible, you never want your identity to be revealed. Namjoon should take the throne, he has worked for it his whole life.
"We should talk to Prince Makoto now." you told him. He grunted a little before getting up to wash his face. After you were done, you moved to the closet, where the maids had prepared some clothes for Ha Eun and Makoto. Ha Eun was a little shorter than you, so the sunflower dress didn't go past your ankle. When Namjoon came back to from the bathroom, his eyes widened. You felt instantly felt self-conscious. "Do I look bad?" you asked.
"Um, no." he said, "You just never cease to amaze me with your beauty." He walked closer and kissed your revealed shoulder. A finger tracing your birthmark. He stared at it for awhile, eyes squinting hard, but you covered yourself up with a white cardigan. "Is it possible for you to curl up in bed while I talk to Makoto?" he asked.
You frowned, "Do you not want my input?"
"No, no, my love. It's just... I don't want Makoto to see how pretty you look." he said shyly, looking at the floor.
"You're silly. Namjoon, we talked about this. I belong to you only." you told him, placing a kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, his hand went to your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you again. He moved with passion and diligence, you've wondered how many people are lucky enough to experience something like this in their life, love.
You two sat hand in hand while Prince Makoto sat across while explaining the letters. "I'm just gonna get to the point here. The Prime Minister is handing over the country to my father. Many of the officials are on his side, only because he promised them a land in Japan and money. But that's not going to happen. Once Korea is handed over, those officials will be locked up while Japanese officials take over. I'm sorry to say this, your Highness, but he plans to lock up your family as well." Namjoon didn't react, he only held your hand tighter.
"When is he planning on doing this?" Namjoon asks.
"After our wedding." Makoto answered, looking right at you. Namjoon noticed and scooted up on the couch to cover your with his body. "Don't worry your Highness. But people will be coming soon, the ceremony is set for later tonight."
"We can't stay here. My uncle is planning a meeting today at the palace and I'm assuming he's going to start his plan soon."
"Is there a way we can get out of here?" you asked.
"Unfortunately, the guards here are all loyal to my father. So no, I wouldn't have any way of getting you two out of here. Unless.."
"Unless what?"
Five minutes later, Prince Makoto called in one of the ladies that came with his and a guard, both of them wore traditional Japanese clothing. He invited them for tea to discuss the wedding plans. They glanced at each other with hesitation, but took the sip of tea. It took a few minutes for them to pass out on the couch.
"Not the best thing I could have done but, hurry, and keep your heads down. Take the path by the river all the way down to the gate. You should be able to catch a cab there." Prince Makoto instructed. He couldn't leave the villa, or else it would have attracted attention but he equipped both you two with the information needed. The kimono fits you perfectly, though it was a little hard to walk in. You put your hair up and did the makeup to match. For the most part, you could blend in.
Your husband, you giggled a bit, was struggling with all the knots. No amount of disguise could hide how beautiful he looks. He stared down at you while you helped him. "Have I mentioned you look beautiful?" he asked.
"No."
"What? Impossible. I must be a terrible husband then. You shine like the sun, my Y/N." He pulled you in for a hug. "Once we figure this whole thing out, let's have a real wedding, okay?" You nodded, not wanting the moment to end. As Makoto said, the path down by the river was desolated. But there were guards down by the gate, you breath in before showing them the badge that Makoto gave you. The guards eyed you up and down and nodded for you to go. You were so focused on getting to the cab, you tripped on your slipper. But the Prince caught you in time. "My love, please be careful. I can't let anything happen to you." You could feel how tense he was with his grip on your waist. You kissed him on the cheek before proceeding.
The palace was filled with guards, many of which you didn't recognized. When they saw the Prince approaching, they moved out of the way to let him in, but their weapons were up in the air when they saw you. Namjoon stopped breathing when the sharp blade was at your throat. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled.
"Your Highness, she is a criminal." the guard answered.
"She's mine. Don't you dare lay a finger on her." he growled at the guard's face before taking your hand and dragging you away. You smiled, but it didn't last long because the meeting room was just up ahead. The battle awaits.
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Pied Piper (Kim Namjoon x Reader)
Fanfiction"Surely Seokjin told you that I was sick." the Prince said, "You wouldn't leave a sick person by himself, right?" He leaned forward, hands on the desk. "Well, um, I don't want to disturb you while you eat and you seem fine, for the most part..." y...
