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I love you to the moon and back

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Away in a castle, in a wing, in a room, there was a distraught prince. Pacing back and forth, he resided anxiously, nervously awaiting the day ahead of him.

Prince Kim Namjoon. The heartthrob of the village. Always in the spotlight, always the center of attention. But he didn’t quite like that.

On a normal day, Namjoon would be out. Talking to the village folk, admiring the ever-so-lovely garden that he loved so much. Maybe even prying an awestruck girl off of his side. But this day was different. This day was his last day as a free and innocent boy. Tomorrow, he would choose his wife to be married to for the rest of his life, and take up the position as king of the village. The thought of being king brought utter nausea to Namjoon.

Pulling on his silky hair, Namjoon paced around his room, admiring the elegant craftsman work that had gone into making it just what he wanted. He was a bit sad knowing that tonight was his last night here. Looking out his large window, Namjoon could see the large village going about it’s busy day, as if nothing were about to change. Just then, he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in.”

The door opened to reveal his favorite servant, who went by the name Min Yoongi.

“Good morning, Namjoon. Have you eaten today?”

Namjoon looked at him blankly.

“Yes I have, Yoongi. Thank you.”

Yoongi nodded and proceeded to put away some of the miscellaneous items the prince had laying around his large room. Noticing the awkward silence, Yoongi tried to start a conversation.

“So, Joonie, are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked with a weak smile.

Namjoon turned toward him and sighed.

“Not at all, Yoongs, not at all.” He sat down on his window seat and stared out. He wondered if he would be able to handle the pressure of being king. It’s too late to be thinking that now, he thought.

“I’m sure you’ll make a great king. Your family will be very proud.”

“Thanks but I’m not sure.” Yoongi finished picking up after Namjoon and went to sit by him.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he smiled encouragingly, “everyone loves you.”

“Everyone loves you.”