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It was ridiculous, he has assigned to watch over Prince Yoongi over not attempted assassination nor the possible instance of kidnapping, or should he put it into ' prince- napping ' and while Yoongi was older than him and loved to nap -- no, Kim Namjoon was not ordered to protect him from possible battles breaking out or guarding.
He is being paid to keep the next ruler of a highly prestigious royal family to make sure Min Yoongi didn't trip down the damn stairs. He couldn't say no, not in front of his new employers, King and Queen of the land that he was currently visiting. Namjoon had fees, he had guild lines and follow-ups, he needed to know these things, and honestly, he would have instead gone into a near all-out war rather than currently sitting in the Prince's room as the elder twirled in a pink silk robe, the cuffs furred. The softest of furs to his liking and the faintest smell of blossoms flushed through every time he spun.
You'd think he would have resigned, took his shit and left the country, kept to his word that he couldn't handle living in such a pampered lifestyle for five months would make him go nuts. It was the first three days he nearly did, but the sharp and sarcastic tone of the Prince eased him down. From the bickering to the short snaps soon evolved into a secret relationship in the matter of the first two months.
While suitors came and went, the two seemed to grow closer and after the first kiss became the second and then the third had Namjoon asking Prince Yoongi to stop... which of course he didn't, that bastard of a Prince acted more like a child, years younger than Namjoon it seems at times.
" Do you think the pink or the black and violet one fits me best? "
Namjoon looked up from his thoughts, and Prince Yoongi was looking at him in the mirror, messing around with the robe for a bit and fluffing it out.
" I believe that you look good in both Prince. "
" 'Good,' he says, tch. "
" Did I say something wrong? "
Yoongi turns around and walks toward his guard, while Namjoon vaguely wondered if Yoongi has ever tripped and fallen from such a ridiculous length of the fabric trailing behind him.
But his thoughts seemed to falter and wither away as the elder moves the robe out of the way and sits on his seat, Namjoon's lap, and plays with the guard's silver hair. While Namjoon keeps his cold facade in comparison to Yoongi's wicked fox-like grin, he knows the game that Yoongi plays. The Prince aims for reaction, his goal is always your reaction to his ploy and actions, but Namjoon has been well experienced in his games and can only raise his eyebrow at the effects of the other.
" Don't I look marvelous? Beautiful? Godlike? Especially in this pink one, complements my body wouldn't you think? "
Namjoon's hands find their place at the Prince's sides.
" I think you look better naked. "
Yoongi makes a sound in the back of his throat and flushes a cute rosy pink, the same shade of the flowers on his robe, and wiggles a bit in his lap.
" Smooth. But as much as I would like to play with you, I am busy today. Father and Seokjin-Hyung have requested my presence because they have rallied up enough suitors for me. Dare, I keep them waiting. "
The phrase was light but dripping in sarcasm over his word. Neither of them liked Seokjin the Adviser, in terms of their secret relationship anyways, the three of them have become too insightful of each other.
While Seokjin had no evidence that Namjoon was sleeping with the Prince, he believed that the guard was, and he wasn't stupid. He had the looks, had the power in his status; all he needed was the evidence to prove and get Namjoon kicked out of the castle. Not like the King had the motive to kill Namjoon, but Namjoon stopped accepting food from Seokjin the day the flies never even touched the perfect food he made for the Royals. If it wasn't the hell-sent spite that motivated Seokjin to wake up every morning in an attempt to spoil their relationship, he's sure that he and Seokjin could have been good friends.
But alas, the last evidence that Seokjin tried to convince the King that Namjoon was sleeping with his son was the marks on Namjoon's body. Namjoon's replied that it was his job to get battered and bruised instead of the Prince, and that halted the dinner's conversation to this day. But he always sees the way that Seokjin looks at him; he's sure that the Adviser is just jealous.
" Then how about after your royal meetings that you will shoot down anyways, I'll still look at you and give you an answer in what robe you look best. "
" I have no patience for that now. All I wish is for you to kiss me."
" Dare keep those two waiting..."
But he's already kissing soft wordless phrases onto Yoongi's neck, moving the silk to the side and loving the way Yoongi melts in his grasp. The delicate Prince in his hands cannot be touched in any way that would cause him harm, his pale skin that was kissed by the moonlight on the night he was born, the sun mustn't burn him. But as he kisses his Prince, his lover, the door is suddenly being knocked on, and they are separated in mere seconds with Yoongi on the other side of the room back at the mirror and Namjoon standing up in his black and gold garments. Seokjin, of course, is standing in the door frame and looks and Yoongi look at Namjoon and, for a split second, has a sour look on his face before switching into the sweetest voice that he can manage.
" Your father has requested you, Prince Yoongi. "
" Of course he has. "
Seokjin ignored that and continued.
" Many people have come today, my Prince, some of which I have handpicked out. "
Namjoon held his tongue, no need to get Seokjin's mood all rotten because of the retort that had been threatening to snap back.
The three hours of suitors trying to please Yoongi's needs wasn't very eventful. He played to seem interested but later disregarded him because he sees the way Namjoon is looking at him in that robe. It's not like he could help it, the Prince's collar bones were very plain to see to all and Joon had to lean over and cover the Prince up a bit more.
But gods, afterward back at his quarters, Yoongi didn't even have a second to breathe out and complain when Namjoon lifts Yoongi and rests the delicate Prince against the wall.
" Namjoon -- what - "
" You did that on purpose, didn't you? "
" Do..do what? "
" Keep that robe on. I was standing behind you, and when you sat down, I could see everything. "
" Maybe I -- ah -- did. What are you going to do about it, Joonie? "
" If I could leave marks on you, I'd make you mine. If I were royalty, I would go all of my markings on your neck and chest and thighs. Fuck, Min Yoongi, what have you done to me? "
Namjoon is kissing him roughly, just enough for their lips to become swollen and the robe to slip off, gently falling to the ground as Namjoon carries Yoongi back to the King sized and leaves gentle kisses, nothing too bruising in the way he'd like but just enough that would access the Prince's body a quick heal. But that isn't the same case for the younger and Namjoon's clothes are soon becoming harshly tugged off, and Namjoon groans when Yoongi latches his mouth to Namjoon's collar bones.
" The best part, " the Prince says in between the scratches he leaves on his guard's skin -- creating deep groans that only that Yoongi himself would ever hear, the pride bubbling up in his chest when he sees those sharp, hungry eyes looking straight at him as he speaks. " Is that I can do whatever I want to do to my obedient guard, and not even the marks I give you will be questioned. "
And to prove his point, he rakes his blunt nails down the other's chest and wishes he could listen to those sounds that slip past Namjoon's lips forever. Breathy little sighs as Namjoon peppers Yoongi's skin with soft touches and delicate motions, kissing his jaw and groaning at the words that just been said.
" I think it's pretty unfair. "
" I think it's pretty high -- oh fuck, Namjoon. "
" You were saying? "
At that moment, they are both bare of their clothing and Namjoon leaving small kisses on Yoongi's stomach and holding his hips down to restrict movement, but the hands of the other reach up to hold onto his shoulders. Three days was enough to make them both touch-deprived, and what's worse is the fact that in those three days, they had been avoiding the touch with a purpose, for a reason, and while that reason had to do with a specific nosy adviser interrupting them both each time. But Yoongi can't help but forget Seokjin's nagging when there are little nips on his hips, and he gasps.
Namjoon grins and licks over the blossoming bruise and strokes Yoongi's hard-on, teasing the red tip and licking his lips as his fingers swipe over the slit and smile at the sudden hushed swears and groans. Namjoon plays for a while, till Yoongi is growing more vocal and letting out pathetic little meows and sobs, but each time he's close, the guard pulls off, stops his movements. He's dying, this is actual death, he was so close, and the blinding whiteness on the edge of his vision begins to fade.
" You're an asshole, a right bastard, touch me. That's an order. "
" Sorry, no can do my Prince. "
" Absolute bull -- "
" Think we can wait a week? "
" Of edging me?! "
The Prince practically shrieks at both the question and when Namjoon rubs his palm over the bright read head, and he curls his back just enough to dig his blunt nails into Namjoon's shoulders, wanting to hold anywhere, grasp onto something but he feels like he's about to cry. But Joon always kisses his eyes and whispers on his skin.
" I always take care of you, don't I? "
" J-Joon, please, okay, please, I can't. I can't, and I can't. "
" Can't what? "
" Oh gods, I can't handle you teasing like this--! "
" Then I won't tease, my Prince. "
And Namjoon swallows the screams and the moans and the beautiful sounds to dampen the walls and halls of the only sign of weakness he will ever see in Yoongi's existence. He doesn't need to get off, not today, because Yoongi is looking blissed out after release. He is soft, he is delicate, and after their play, he washes off Yoongi with one of his towels, and they lay there for a moment. Catching both of their breath until...
" Namjoon... may I ask you a question? "
" Ask away. "
" Would you marry me? "
Namjoon stills and Yoongi panics.
" Never mind, forget I said anything. "
" No, no, it's okay -- it is more comfortable if we did. I wouldn't have to hide my love for you and... stuff. "
" ' And stuff, 'he says. "
" Give me a break. I'm not even royalty. I'm just some kid that was raised to be a guard and to be stabbed at occasionally. I'd instead not become King, too much responsibility for the decisions I have to make to change the lives of thousands that live under me. "
" I'd think you'd be a great King. "
" ...for you maybe. "
Yoongi nuzzles closer and rests his head on Namjoon's chest and falls asleep. The next morning, however, he awakes to Namjoon, groaning, and looking in the mirror.
" Mm, what's wrong? "
" You fucking branded me. That's what. It looks like I got mauled by a damn bear. "
The Prince just throws his head back onto the pillow and laughs at the guard's complaining throughout the day, and he often wishes that things were different. That Namjoon didn't have to hide their relationship and be so terrified of losing his job, just treat him like he wasn't going to break. But the kisses in the corridors, the lingering touches after dinner, the breathless laughter when they make out in the oddest of places -- he quite likes it like this.