Namjoon is the Prince of Valerien.
His brothers in arms are his soulmates.
Jungkook, Tae, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok.
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Everyone is born with grey bands around their arms that ignite with colour when that person touches their soulmate. The bands will glo...
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(Chapter 12)
The weight of memories
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Author POV
Namjoon rested his head against Jin's shoulder. He could feel the other man's hand stroking the hair at the base of his head. Jin's other hand was rubbing circles into the Prince's shoulders.
Jin has always been the one able to comfort Namjoon, even as children whenever the Prince found himself stressed with the amount of learning required to become a worthy successor, Jin had always been there to offer his advice and shoulder to rest on. Jin had been the first soulmate Namjoon had found.
< Flashback (Namjoon 6 years old) >
Namjoon had been running through the hallways of the palace, letting out little huffs of breath as he went. He had run away from his etiquette lesson, there was only so much a 6 year old could sit through before he became impatient, even well behaved Namjoon.
He sprinted intothe kitchen as fast as his little legs could carry him. Cook always understood his need to get away. She would sit him down and give him some sweet food that she would be baking for lunch or dinner. Namjoon would sit munching on his treat asking about what was on that day's menu, cheering when his favourite foods appeared.
"Namjoon, my favourite little prince." Namjoon turned to look at her a little dimpled smile on his face. He frowned slightly when he saw a boy sat next to her, he seemed older that him. He was peeling vegetables passing them to Cook who was cutting them to put in the broth.
"Hello" he smiled again.
"So what has got you running down here again hmmm?" Cook asked a teasing smile on her face. She never yelled, always happy to indulge the little prince.
"Tea cups" he stated.
"Ahhh it is always those traitorous cups" she said in an over exaggerated tone. Namjoon nodded solemnly, the tea cups were certainly traitorous in the 6 year olds mind.
Namjoon had a habit of breaking a lot of tea cups. He excelled in all of his classesexcept etiquette, dancing and fighting (though he didn'treally want to learn to fight he was more of a gentle clumsy person than a person who wanted to instigate violence). He was clumsy which caused many problems withinthose lessons, the amount of broken tea cups could vouch for that.
Namjoon only grinned as Cook said she would fetch him something to eat.
"Who are you?" Namjoon turned to the boy who sat peeling vegetables. He didn't really get to meet many children in the palace, and he had never left so that limited interaction with those his or around his age.
