Pied Piper (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 44

Namjoon rolled over to your side of the bed, unexpectedly, you weren't there. When he opened his eyes, he saw that you were in the bathroom. The door was open and he saw that you were throwing up again. He grew worried as he got closer to you. Once you finished, you slump back, hitting the bathtub behind you. You felt too weak to stand up.

"Y/N, my love, let me take you to the hospital." Namjoon said.

"No, we have the meeting in a few hours, I just need a little bit more sleep and then I'll be fine. I promise."

"Alright, but after the meeting, you're coming to the hospital with me." You nodded. Namjoon carried you bridal style and gently laid you down. After tucking you in, he called room service to prepare some soft food for you. Then he went back and cuddled with you the rest of the time. When you woke up again, you felt better, and it was even better better because you were wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder. He was still sleeping, and you decided to play with his hair. It was soft, one cheek was smosh on your shoulder. He looks so cute, like a baby.

A baby, you thought.

Before you could think any further, Namjoon stirred. His head glanced up to look at you and smiled brightly. You poked his dimple. "Sorry I woke you up earlier." you said.

"Don't be silly. I don't mind. You don't have to hide anything from me, okay?"

"Okay." You kissed his forehead. "Now let's get ready. It's not nice to keep people waiting." Room service came in soon after and so did a maid. She handed you a hanger with a black cover on. When you zipped it down, you saw that it was a yellow dress with a pencil skirt, along with a matching hat. "Oh my god. Does he really expect me to wear this?"

"I think it's pretty." Namjoon commented.

"Yeah, it is. But don't you think it's too...bright?"

"Princess, you shine brighter than the sun. You'll shine no matter what."

Namjoon was dressed in a dark blue suit with a silver tie. His hair was parted and you felt a part of you shuddering. He's too beautiful. It's so surreal that he's here with you right now. He helped you zip up the dress, but not before planting a kiss on the nape of your neck. The hat covered almost everything about you.

"I can't believe people actually wear this." you said, trying to adjust it so that you could see where you were going. Namjoon had you in his arms and was guiding you for the most part.

"I like it. It covers your beauty so that other people can't see it."

"I'm wearing a large pastry on my head. People are going to stare." you pointed out.

"I'll beat them up, only I get to look at you."

"Honey, you must really hate our jobs then. We're public figures."

"It pays well. I mean, I'm in London with my wife. I couldn't be happier."

"You might want to reevaluate that." you said. He gave you a confused look, but you didn't say anything else about it the ride over. Buckingham palace was just as big as you imagined. The grand building rose over you. With its aged walls and thousand of windows, there was nothing like it in the world. Not to say you don't love your palace, because you do, it's where home and your family are. The guards recognized the car and the gate opened immediately. Namjoon carefully drove up to the entrance. Mark was waiting, along with a figure you recognize. He reached for your door before Namjoon could. You felt your husband's low grumble.

"Y/N, so lovely to see you. You look stunning." Robert took your hand and kissed it gently. He held onto it longer, maybe a little too long. Namjoon came up from behind you and held onto your waist. It was a male signal for the other to back off, Robert smirked and took a step back. "Nice to see you too, Namjoon."

"Likewise. Thank you for inviting us to London. We've been having a great time together." Namjoon answered, shaking Robert's hand.

"My pleasure. I'm happy to give Y/N a perfect day." His eyes never left you and you were grateful that the hat covered most of your face. "Anyways, we should head inside. You and I have a lot to talk about." He gestured for you to follow him.

"Just us? What about Namjoon?" you asked, looking back at your husband, who said nothing but you could tell he was upset.

"Oh," Robert began, "I thought maybe he would like to tour the palace while we talk. What do you say, Namjoon?"

"That's ridiculous. We're talking about U.K and South Korean relation. Namjoon is the King, he needs to be there with me." you argued.

"He might be a King, but does he really hold any power?"

"Robert!"

"Y/N," Namjoon said, holding onto your hand tightly. "It's okay. I actually would love to tour the palace."

"Wonderful. Mark will show you the way." Namjoon kissed your cheek before following Mark. The two of them walked inside, and Robert turned to face you.

"Let's go, shall we." He took you to the royal meeting room, you've been there once before already when you first met. He sat on the opposite side from you of the oval table. At first, it was fine. You two went over some documents and proposals about some developments within both countries. The new South Korean embassy would be built pretty soon. Robert then dropped his pen, causing you to look up at him.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"I can't believe you refused me proposal to marry that guy."

"I'm sorry, you might want to say something else before I get mad." you warned.

"Woah, feisty. I've always liked that about you, Y/N."

"Robert, I am married. I suggest you find someone else, because I've never been happier." you told him. You heard his chair moving, and his body glided over to your seat. When you tried getting up, his arms caged you. "Robert, what the hell are you doing?"

"Be with me, Y/N." he said. He was too close for comfort. You jabbed his foot with your heel and pushed him off. He yelled out in pain and fell to the floor.

"I'm not going to report this. From now on, our meetings will solely take place through letters. Thanks for everything. I'll be going now." You slammed the door, leaving him still on the floor. You felt fear creeping up over you as you ran through the hallway. You finally spotted Namjoon and Mark, looking at some painting. Namjoon panicked when he saw you.

"Princess, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. Let's go. I don't feel good." You both agreed to let Mark drive you back to the hotel. The whole ride, you held on tightly to Namjoon as he stroke your hair.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked.

You nodded. "I love you, I love you, I love you."