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Namgi - King

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Plot: Namjoon is tasked with guarding the new king, who turns out to be a childhood friend who managed to climb the ranks whilst partaking in the Bloody War five years prior. But Yoongi's difficult to guard because he keeps sneaking out of the castle late at night, and what makes Namjoon's job even harder is the fact that he has unrequited feelings for the monarch. Or are they?

Story:

Checking the buttons on his jacket, Namjoon sighs and straightens his posture. He's been waiting outside the castle for the past ten minutes or so, anxious to meet the new king, who's due to arrive any minute.

Part of him hates it. He hates when routines change, when new things are introduced. But another part of him likes the idea of having someone new around, someone he can get to know and protect. Then again, it's kind of his job to protect the king.

And as the sleek, black limousine pulls up outside, and the chauffeur stops the engine and steps out, all of the palace guards ensure they're in a neat line and are all standing up straight. The chauffeur opens the car door and bows, letting the new king step into the pale sunlight.

Holy shit.

That's no king... That's Min Yoongi, Namjoon's best friend since high school. They joined the military together - they were both underage, but South Korea was desperate for soldiers to fight in the Bloody War - but they then went their separate ways. Such things happen in life.

But he knows, as much as he wants to, he can't bring up their past and just act like they're in high school again. They're grown men now, grown men who have accomplished great things, so they can't go back. Anyway, it'd be unprofessional.

As Yoongi passes, head held high and with a tremendous amount of calmness and sophistication in the way he walks, he glances at the younger, just as he does the other guards. However, he seems to look at him for longer, and with a slight relaxation in the corners of his mouth.

That night...

"Kim,"

Namjoon turns at the sound of his name, seeing the king sitting lazily on his throne. "Yes, sir?"

"You're dismissed for the night."

"But... I've still got three hours left."

Yoongi glares sternly at him. "I said, you're dismissed."

The younger nods and bows before leaving, and returning to the guards' quarters without daring to question it further. Yoongi's already made his presence quite well known considering it's only his first day - Joon's had to remind probably 20 or so people outside to 'move along' just this afternoon. And while they've all simply said they were passing by, he knows they were trying to catch a glimpse of the new monarch.

After a little while of relaxing on his bed, he tucks the book he's reading under his pillow and starts getting ready to go to sleep. However, something alarms him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a hooded figure sneaking across the courtyard. That height and frame... it could only be Yoongi.

And after seeing that, he couldn't get to sleep, so he's been watching the window intently ever since and waiting for him to come back. Sure enough, three hours later he returns, sneaking through the darkness and climbing up the side of the castle to climb in through the window to his bedchamber.

A month later...

Namjoon's POV

Glancing at my watch, I sigh quietly. It's Saturday, meaning I have to guard the king's bedroom while he's asleep. Though, I've noticed he's been sneaking out a lot - pretty much every night - and coming back a few hours later.

I'm considering leaving my post a little early, like I do sometimes, and heading back to the guards' quarters, when something hits me in the back of the head.

"Oi,"

The king's standing in the doorway to his bedchamber, eyes fixed on me. "C'mere a sec,"

I'm reluctant, yet I do as he says. After all, he's in charge. I follow him in, and he immediately places a small pile of folded clothes in my hands.

"Bathroom, get changed."

Nodding, I make my way into the little ensuite bathroom and change into the jeans and t-shirt he gave me. The jeans are a little short, but I don't mind, and the oversized t-shirt balances it out anyway. Once I'm done, I step back out to find him waiting for me, dressed in the same kind of clothes.

"Alright, follow me."

After climbing out of the window, he leads me through the kingdom in silence until we reach the top of a grassy hill. We sit together and stare out at the city, enjoying the twinkling stars and gentle breeze.

"So why did you bring me here?"

He sighs. "I come here to escape. You probably don't remember, but my family was really poor."

"I remember,"

"You do?" he glances at me, surprised, and gives a little smile. "Anyway, when my dad lost his job, I promised him I'd make a difference. So when we joined the War, I fought long and hard to climb the ranks, and now I'm here."

"You always were a hard worker."

We fall silent again.

"I used to like you, y'know." he tells me. "You were so handsome, so smart - you knew what you wanted and you weren't going to give up without a fight. And you haven't changed. You're still the same smiley goofball you always were."

"Hyung," I can't help but smile, my face heating up. "You're the same too, except now you could probably have anyone you want just by pointing at them."

"But why would I want anyone else when I've got you?"

I notice him glancing at me from the corner of my eye, and he lets his hand rest on top of mine, before we both turn to one another. God, he's always been so endearing in everything he does - the way he looks, the way he speaks, the way he acts. And though I've never actually told anyone, I've always had a crush on him. Woah, I sound like such a child, saying it like that.

Soon enough, our faces are only a few inches apart, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. "H-Hyung..."

"Can I tell you something, Joon-ah?"

I nod, unable to speak.

"How I said I used to like you, I still do. You haven't changed, and neither have my feelings."

He flashes the gummy smile I've always known and leans closer, letting our lips meet. It's everything I've always wanted - to have him by my side, in a more-than-friends sort of way, and live somewhere beautiful with him.

We sit in silence for a little longer, hand-in-hand as we stare out over the sleeping kingdom, before finding ourselves kissing again. It doesn't escalate though, remaining sweet and chaste the whole time.

"We should go before the sun comes up." Yoongi sighs, a hint of a thoughtful smirk appearing on his face. "Though that doesn't mean we can't... mess around a bit when we get back. One of the perks of my room is that it has soundproof walls."

He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, and we run back with endless smiles, laughing together and reminiscing our childhood. Since middle school, we'd sneak out of our homes at night and meet up at the nearby park, then go back home at dawn and get some sleep before school started.

And once we get back to the castle and climb back through the window, all I can think about - instead of the possibility of getting caught - is Yoongi.