Seokjin, while in his thin, loose shirt alone and some pants, deeply immersed in his paperworks regarding the state of the kingdom, as what Namjoon heard from his little mumbles, there come a shortage of the budget schillings (medieval currency), the same with livestock.

Seokjin sighs at the unfortunate events fot the kingdom's economy, and the alpha couldn't do anything to at least relieve the prince of the stressful phenomena. Even though Seokjin is a second heir to the throne as he is the crown regent prinnce of the clan and secondborn, despite him being a lowkey omega under an alpha's scent, he wanted to be involved in such cases, and thinks he'd been failing as so.

"Ah, Namjoonie... this is really too much for me sometimes, or is it because an omega is not fit for this?" Seokjin stretches his hand across the mahogany desk, eyes tired and drowsy looking.

Namjoon stands still onto the side of the prince's desk and hummed. "Don't let the werewolf hierarchy get into your nerves, sire. You may be an omega but that doesn't bound you of what you can possibly do." Namjoon smiles genuinely, and when the prince looks up at him, he softly blushes and he ducks his head back down shyly.

"I do guess it is. Maybe all I need is some good relaxation." From his wooden chair, the prince stod up, the rays coming from the windows illuminating the omega's body, and from the thin material, Namjoon could eye the masterpiece Seokjin beholds underneath his clothing, how his waist are slim, and how his chest heaves as he yawns, his arms outstretched once more over his head.

The alpha quickly averts his gaze and Seokjin chuckled unbeknownst to what Namjoon had been thinking. It was suddenly interrupted when a faint knock echoes throughout the silence of the prince's office, and Namjoon quickly went towards the door upon Seokjin's signal.

The door creaks and Namjoon eyes the figure, the King, Seokjin's father, and he nervously bows down at the side of the royalty's peripheral, and went towards the crown regent.

"Father? What had made you visit me here? Quite rare."

"I am here to inform you, as you would've known by now and you should, that we've been having a severe downfall, correct?" Namjoon eyes Seokjin as the two conversed.

"That is correct, Father."

"The noble had came to me with a suggestion, saying we shall create amendments, alliance, with the north. I had sent the royal messenger requesting for a meeting, and hopefully, get the answer as soon as possible. I cannot dare lose more. You'll be meeting them soon." The king placed his hand on Seokjin's shoulder, patting it in appreciation of his son's hardwork. The king knew Seokjin pretty well, and albeit a regent prince, he never looked down at Seokjin, and all the prince wants is for his father to appreciate and be proud, contented of what he is doing.

"I trust you with this, Seokjin." The king smiled and went his way out of his office, and Namjoon readily closes the door. Seokjin sat onto the desk and he crosses his arms anxiously, tapping the sole of his foot onto the carpeted floor, his head brought down.

"Sire, is there anything wrong?" Asks the worried alpha, stepping close to him.

"I am quite scared... To make amendments is something different from what I usually do as a regent prince. This is going to be really tough for me." Seokjin admits in a small, low toned voice, and when Namjoon is about to help him to relax by reaching out, the omega wraps his arms around Namjoon's chest, burying hi face there and inhaling the alpha's comforting scent.

"Let me stay like this for awhile, your scent makes me feel relaxed and safe..." Seokjin's eyebrows meets at the uncomfortable feeling his thoughts were giving him, but with the alpha's scent, his rapid heart rate decreases visibly.

It might be the side effects of his heat that the omega longs for more of Namjoon's scent, but he did not budge and carried on to bring relief for the omega.

"You'll be coming with me, and that is an order."