k for king! ♖ namkook

• FIVE

  Jungkook continued to serve the endless guests that attended the event. He passed by the long clothed table all the way in the back countless times, and he could hear Namjoon's laugh every single time he did. He would be lying if he said he was annoyed over it. The man's voice was soothing, it was just naturally that way.

The table occupied the Master and Namjoon only along with infinite gifts from guests the men probably never even met before till tonight. Security guards monitored the ballroom to make sure no one wanted to cause any trouble, but there were two specific ones that stayed glued to the couple.

One of the men who were drunk off wine had already tried to get too close to Namjoon, and with one angry glare from the master: the security guards threw him out immediately.

"Seriously, baby," Namjoon reassured softly, grabbing his lover's hand and placing it over his own thigh - something he knew he enjoyed having his hands on. "... No one's going to try anything tonight with me anymore not after what they saw."

"He grabbed your arm and kissed your hand with his disgusting lips," The man whose hand was held, leaned over to Namjoon and growled. His lips slightly brush against his earlobe, and his jawline appeared as if it could slice when he got closer. "The only way to reassure me is to see them being thrown out like the trash they are with my own eyes. You know, we're going to have to cleanse the filth off those hands of yours through my way."

Namjoon smiled shyly before placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him away slightly. "Well, help me get cleaned up in the bathroom then. Ten minutes. I'll go in first."

"Mr. Jung!" One of the guests call out with a wholehearted smile, placing a Louis Vuitton gift bag in front of them. "Thank you for keeping me in mind, I appreciate the invite. I know you would rather prefer having time with your new spouse, but I'd like to talk about some issues about laws you can make possible. Perhaps, schedule a meeting?"

"Anything for a colleague," The lover, Jung, nodded as he grabbed the bag and slid it to the side with the rest. "Thank you for coming."

"It was so nice meeting you, Mr. Kim," The colleague turns to the other with the same smile. "Or should I call you Mr. Jung as well?"

"Please, call me Namjoon," Namjoon laughs softly, shaking his head. "I don't do formalities usually."

"Master, Sir," Chan bowed before stepping up to hold out another platter to the two. "... Tonight's main course, please enjoy. If you have any problems, please call over staff and we will send your complaints to the chef."

"I have one complaint already," Jung says, frowning as Chan nervously set the dinner plates on their table. "Why the main course took so damn long. I give you enough time to prep, don't I?"

"Y-Yes Master, b-b-but we only have ten chefs in the kitchen and we've been trying to feed over 1,000 guests tonight," Chan gulps, keeping his head low and hugging the platter to his chest. "I'll report to the chefs-"

"Hoseokie," Namjoon sighed softly before leaning back into his lover's ear, "Don't get so upset about food when you're gonna eat me out later anyways." He says bluntly and deeply, nobody else could hear.

He pulled back and smiled as Hoseok's hand tightens its grip on his. Namjoon looks back at Chan before giving him a reassuring wink.

"... Sweetheart, just give compliments to all the staff for their hard work."

[unedited]