Someone waiting for me? Namjoon asks to himself, only for Jungkook to appear with a sweat covered face out of exhaustion from work. The youngest sighed in relief and he wipes away his sweat-slicked forehead. His hands are covered with the sediments of charcoal from his work and it was normal for Namjoon, anyway. He used to be dirty, much more even, when he works.

"Who is it?" The older asks as he gave a surprised look, and Jungkook clears his throat, taking easy steps towards his hyung.

"I-I think it's from the, uh..." Jungkook pauses for awhile in thought. "Palace. Yes, palace." Jungkook stutters and he pats Namjoon's shoulder.

"Saw an insignia on the side of the carriage. They're fetching you, hyung." The youngest added, and he sighed.

"I-is that so..." Namjoon looked down with a frown, quite sad that everything is escalating too quickly for him to actually catch up to what's happening. He turned around to meet the three, he smiled with his dimples appearing in such an adorable manner, not wanting them to worry. The gemstone glittered and Jimin smiled back, albeit departure is never a thing for him.

"Ah, I have to go now- I'm being fetched, everyone." Namjoon scratched the back of his head, he suddenly felt like tearing down, but he knows how to fight it back. He had held his tears a lot, he's an aph and he didn't want to appear as a weakling, not infront of everyone he had been with.

Taehyung and Hoseok just finished packing up, they can be really quick when it comes to work, and they didn't want Namjoon into any more trouble.

Namjoon bowed his head down politely at the three, when suddenly, Jungkook leaped onto Namjoon, making him yelp, and they didn't even gave the elder space as both of them crowded him near, giving him a warm hugs.

They aren't the usual, formal group of friends. They weren't blood-related at all. But they are family.

They all bid farewell at Namjoon with smiles on their faces. They can just visit him over at the palace, if only dear Majesty will allow.

Namjoon held the pack of clothes tightly in his arms, and he was surprised when the carriage door suddenly opened, and there is, Your Majesty Kim Seokjin wearing his crown as he sternly looked at Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon automatically crouched down with one leg onto the rough ground, his head ducked down in respect. "Y-Your Majesty." He stutters out, shocked as to what made the prince come.

"You've been taking too long, Sir Namjoon, which is why I am here. You must be wondering why." Seokjin unclambered the carriage, his chest pushed out with pride, his head tipped back a bit.

"Rise." The cold tone made Namjoon shiver, and he pliantly arose up from his position, his head bowed down, still.

Jimin was able to peek through the gaps of the curtains, seeing how an alpha servant, Namjoon, comply like that towards the prince.

Seokjin was looking around, curiously of the place, then he just looks at Namjoon like a delicate flower, and the prince smiled.

Seokjin gripped Namjoon's chin, and he tips it back a bit, causing them to meet eyes, causing the young servant to gulp.

The prince dangerously leaned closer, the tip of their noses touching, and Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut. He felt his cheeks brush past against Seokjin whom was nuzzling closer in comfort, and Seokjin hummed. "Hm~ I missed my servant already."

Namjoon is beyond paralyzed, if that's ever possible. What more when Seokjin pulled back to look through the alpha servant's precious orbs, and Seokjin just wants to kneel down in front of the goddamned alpha.

But he knows he couldn't.

"Into the carriage, now, Namjoon." Seokjin orders, and Namjoon quickly entered the carriage, followed by the prince.