Pied Piper (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 43

"My love, are you sure you're okay to go?" Namjoon asked as he watched you put on your clothes. You could raise your hands to put on the shirt and he chuckled. He walked over and helped you into the sleeves. He'd been waiting to do that. That's why he waited everyday for you to change, just so he could be there to help.

"Yes, I'm fine, Joonie. Don't worry." you told him. It's been a couple of weeks since you've been released from the hospital. You immediately released the man who stabbed you, against everyone's warning. But if you weren't going to give him a second chance, who would. And it didn't seem like he would start going around to kill people, he was grieving for his wife. The official was removed. His properties were sold and donated to the citizens. You offered Jimin the position, and he said he'll think about it, but he seems to like the idea.

Once you were back at the palace, Namjoon lets you do literally nothing. He didn't even let you go to meetings. He would even used the wound as an excuse to help you shower, which was really unnecessary but you can never win an argument against Kim Namjoon.

"Alright. But I'll be there with you every step of the way. So feel free to lean on me if you're tired. Or if you want to." he said shyly. After giving you a kiss, he went back to finish packing. London had sent an invitation for you two to go visit, as a vacation and for diplomatic relations. While you're gone, Seokjin would deal with most of the stuff at the palace. The lovers won't be going, Namjoon gave them some time off.

You wore a casual and comfortable outfit for the plane. Namjoon, even in a comfortable outfit, still looks like a model. He had about a thousand fan sites. There are even fan fictions of him. How you know this is a complete mystery. The plane ride took about 12 hours. Most of the time was spent sleeping with his arms around you and the other part of the time was spent watching movies. Train to Busan will always be a classic.

"What I become a zombie?" you suddenly asked him.

"Then I'll be one with you." he answered.

"That's so sweet and so dumb. You gotta save yourself, of course."

"Why? I don't want to live if it's not with you."

"But I won't be able to remember us, you won't be able to remember me once we've transformed."

"I don't think so. I'd like to think that memories are forever engraved in our minds and we'll think about it once in awhile. And when I think, I'll only think of you. Then my heart will start to beat again." He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

"You got that from Warm Bodies, didn't you?" Instead of answering you, he just shrugged. Once the plane landed, it took so long to get your luggage. Even being royalty meant you had to wait, just like the rest of the people. Just like how you had to go through security just like everyone else. After getting the luggages, someone dressed in black came up to you too.

"King Namjoon, Queen Y/N, my name is Mark. His Majesty sent me to retrieve you two to your hotel. And I will be your personal assistant for your time here in London."

"Thank you, Mark." Namjoon said, extending his hand to shake Mark's. He then leaned in and whispered something in Mark's ear. Mark smiled and handed Namjoon a set of keys, along with a large envelope.

"Well then, I will see you the castle, your Majesties." he bowed and left.

"What did you tell him?" you asked Namjoon.

"Nothing much. I just told him I wanted to spent the day with my wife with just the two of us."

"You dork. You don't even know your way here."

"Princess, you're underestimating me. I spent days studying the city. I know exactly where to go." he said confidently. "Alright. I trust you." you told him. He grabbed your hand and you two headed outside. It felt like an adventure, like one of those typical romance movies. You couldn't be happier.

The car wasn't hard to find. It was a slick black Lambo. Namjoon whistled. "Woah, now that's a ride." You sighed, thinking about how the London King is pretty extravagant. Namjoon opened the door for you first, which lifted like wings.

"Please don't break anything. We can't afford to pay for this." you chuckled. Namjoon rolled his eyes and began driving. London roads were definitely different, regal and elegant. You used the GPS in the car to navigate to the hotel. It was a luxurious building with a view of the city. From your room, you could see the palace. Namjoon then came up from behind you, laid his chin on your shoulder, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. He finished his shower, his hair was still dripping went and he was also shirtless. You tried your best to not blush.

"It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" you asked, trying to distract yourself.

"Yes, but I have an even better view right here." He spun you around and kissed your lips, hard. It took you by surprised but you kissed him back with the same amount of force. When you broke away from the kiss, you soon felt something was off. "Princess, what's wrong? Your face is pale."

Without answering him, you ran right into the bathroom and threw up everything. Namjoon ran after you and held your hair back for you. He patted your back as his worried eyes watch over you. When you finished, you instantly felt embarrassed. "I really wish you didn't see that." you said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because it's gross."

"Shut up, I don't care. I only care about your health." he said sternly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I must have eaten something bad on the plane. I'm okay now. Let's go have fun."

Namjoon seemed concerned. "Okay, but if you feel even slightly bad, just tell me, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

The first destination was the Big Ben. Namjoon borrowed some of Taehyung's camera equipment and he was determined to capture every second of your beauty. Or so he claims. He made you pose for 10 minutes. But luckily, he also let you took pictures of him and the two of you, with the help of other tourists.

The next stop was the Westminster Abbey. They allowed the two of you to enter, apparently, the King had given orders throughout the city to let you do whatever you want. You walked down the aisle, imagining all the women who had walked down the same path to be with their princes. Namjoon met you at the end of the aisle. It was like a symbol, he'll always there for you at the end. Or all roads lead back to Kim Namjoon.

Next was a place Namjoon had always wanted to go, the British Museum. What a nerd. You watched as he admired every exhibitions, nodding at everything he read. You had always loved the face he makes when he's serious or intrigued. It was kind of different from the look he gives you. Of course he's serious and intrigued with you, but there's so much more love when he looks at you. Just like how he's looking at you right now. "You're the most important treasure to me." he said before kissing you.

The last stop for the day was the infamous London Eye. Night time had fallen and it was the perfect setting to look at the city from above. You and Namjoon got a capsule all for yourself. As the wheel started moving, it shook the capsule and you wobbled. Namjoon caught you before your heels gave out.

"Have I mentioned you look beautiful?" he asked.

"Only every second of my life." you answered.

"I can't help it. Eomma told me to never lie and to always speak my mind." he said. It made you blush. He continued holding onto you as the capsule reached the top, and it stopped for the two of you to look at the city. Light glimmered like an unfocused camera. You eyes tried their best to capture every scene you saw. And Namjoon stared at you, a sight he wants to see forever.