"Uh...Your Highness? Are you, um...absolutely sure about this?"
"Of course!" I tell him as I stand at the edge of an enormous waterfall, anxiously wanting to jump at this moment. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
My advisor looks at the base of the falls for barely a second before turning around and hunching over and dry heaving. "N-No...too-too...high..."
I laugh. "Oh, Hoseok, you're a bigger scaredy cat than I am!" Then again, as I'm staring at the crashing water, my fear starts to grow and my indecisiveness gets the better of me. Maybe I shouldn't...he told me not to....
Wait, I don't have to listen to him. I'm the prince after all.
I sigh. "Well, Hoseok, wish me luck!" I turn to wink at him. "Let's hope I miss the rocks."
His face pales even more. "Your Highness, please reconsider-"
"On the count of three. One..." I start.
"Majesty, please!"
"Two!"
"I swear-"
"Thr-"
"Seokjin." A voice calls out to me, calm and collected, and I don't have to turn to know who it is.
I groan and whip around to whine, "Come on! How'd you find me?"
My guard flashes an amused smile and emerges from the dark wood. "You're joking right?"
I kick a pebble with my foot. "In my defense, you were supposed to be training the newcomers today..."
"Yoongi has it covered. Get down from there please."
A realization pops into my head. "You know, there's no way you can get over here in time to stop me."
"No, but if you jump I'll be right behind you, and I definitely know you don't want that to happen."
He's right. "You won't let me do anything fun will you?"
He slowly makes his way closer by taking one step at a time. "Fun? Yes. Life-threatening? Of course not." He extends a hand out. "Come here, my prince."
His use of my title has my face reddening for two reasons. First, anything he calls me he uses it as an endearment. Second, "You know better than to call me that, Namjoon." Regardless, I take his hand and hop down from the rock.
"Which is why I say it anyway." He smirks, his eyes shining. "Hoseok?" he asks, not bothering to look at him.
"Y-Yes?" the advisor croaks.
"You can leave. You've been tortured enough."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I can handle him."
I chuckle. "Sure you can."
Hoseok assumes, "Are you just trying to get rid of me so you guys can make out? I'm tired of covering for you two!" He sighs. "I hate returning to the king without his son."
Both Namjoon and I give him a pleading look.
He surrenders every time. "What excuse do I use this time?"
"The prince made a detour to go visit the flower fields."
"Fine." Namjoon steps closer and holds both of my hands with his as he walks away. "You two owe me!" he calls back.
I can't stay away any longer; I lean in to kiss him, smiling against his return. He slides his hands down to my hips to hold me against his own body. Instinctively I run my fingers through his soft hair. Hit teeth bite my bottom lip before he pulls away for breath. "You are so stupid."
