Warning : things get a little pg-13, but it's all cool, because I'm assuming all of you are over 13. can I get a HEHE

Kara closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of a burning candle. She lowered her brows as her eyes quickly opened. She could've sworn she didn't light any candles. Kara climbed over the bath tub as she grabbed a white towel from the rack, and wrapped it around her cold body. She raised her brows with an impressed smirk as she brushed her hand along the silk robe. "How fancy."

She let the towel, that was previously glued to her body, fall to the floor. There was no way she could walk out of this bathroom without trying on a silk bathrobe, that was probably hundreds of dollars.

"Oh my goodness." Kara whispered in awe as she melted by the soft feeling of the robe against her skin. She took advantage of the hotel's beautiful smelling lotion, and used it all over her body. It wasn't everyday she'd get to pamper herself.

She stepped out of the bathroom and was faced with the gorgeous hallway.

Kara made her way into the living room, and let out a loud sigh. "Jimin, what is all this?" She softly chuckled while walking into the dark room. The only thing giving her light, were the two candles lit up by the table.

She bit her lip while walking around the room, to find the other candles. "Jimin, where the hell are you?" She opened the door to an empty room.

"The one on the left, God damnit." He scoffed.

Kara covered her mouth when she erupted with giggles. She stepped into the correct room, and raised her brows when she saw the new bed.

"Gotcha bitch." Jimin bit his lip with a smirk, as he hugged her from behind.

"How did you manage to get that in here while I was taking a bath?" Kara raised her brow. Part of her was trying to focus on the conversation, while the other half was trying not to fall apart at the touch of his hands.

"I have my ways." Jimin mumbled, before he gently pushed Kara's hair behind her shoulders. He leaned over to kiss the fragile skin on her neck, before his lips stopped at her ear. "You're mine tonight." He whispered.

Jimin grabbed Kara's face with his hands, pulling her into a rough, but passionate kiss. Kara's eyes widened, and she stumbled back slightly. Jimin's hands work their way around her body, traveling under her silk robe. Kara wraps her hands around Jimin's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He smirked into the kiss, amused that she finally had the courage to make a move.

Jimin let Kara enjoy herself for a little bit, until it was time to show her who was in control. Within a second, she was shoved onto the bed, lying on her back with the wind knocked out of her. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her bare body. Jimin licked his lips as a smirk appeared on his face. He knew how badly that would mess with her brain.

He leaned down, softly kissing up Kara's neck, until he reached her jaw. She harshly bit her bottom lip, trying her best to hold in any sounds of pleasure. It wasn't a smart move, since the man on top of her knew exactly what she was doing. In less than two seconds, those soft kisses turned into very painful hickeys. Jimin sucked the delicate skin on her neck, making her whimper in pain. A smirk grew on his face, while a feeling of success emerged.

Meanwhile, in the realms of Paris, Mr Kim Namjoon is on his own journey to find his idiot best friend and the thief whom stole that idiot's heart.

On a wintery December night—

fuck that shit, we're doing this Namjoon style.

On a cold and fucked up night, Kim Namjoon was deserted by his best friend, Park Jimin. He looked down at his phone, trying to decode the message his illiterate friend sent him earlier.

Jimin

Yo, my pone RIP
soon so imma text
fast 🐆. 🚘 -a and
me @ fancy hotel.
Be here tomorrow
cause we 🚫 gon
leave the 🛏 2nite
💦💦 👉🏻👌🏻🔞

Address attached
png file.

Namjoon

Disappointed, but
not surprised. 🙃

"Classy, leave the third wheel stranded in the middle of Paris, so that you and your foreign love interest can make out in a 5 star hotel." Namjoon muttered to himself as he walked down the empty street. All of a sudden, a strange figure appeared in front of him.

Namjoon furrowed his brows as the darkly clothed man stepped forward. "Listen, I'm not worthy of murdering alright, I've got a miserable life and—"

"Kim Namjoon." The voice calmly asked.

"Y-Yes, that's me." He gulped.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so." The man's voice lightened as he pulled his hat off. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Namjoon gave the guy a fake smile, signaling that he was insane. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm from Buckingham Palace, down in London."

"Huh." Namjoon gawked.

"I have a message for you." The man cleared his throat before speaking. "Dear Kim Namjoon, and Park Jimin, the Royal family would like to invite you to stay at the Buckingham palace for one week. We look forward to meeting you Friday."

"This has to be some kind of joke." Namjoon lightly chuckled, but his smile faded once he saw the man wasn't kidding at all. "Wait—you're being serious?"

"Of course I am." He firmly nodded. "We don't lie."

"T-The Queen of England will be there." Namjoon's voice was shaky as he spoke.

"Yes, of course. Where else would she be, while she has guests over." The man chuckled. "Sir.. are you alright."

"I'm about to pass out." Namjoon started to lose balance, before catching himself again.

"You will meet me here tomorrow morning, where we will travel around the city for something nice for you both to wear. The very next day, we'll head out to catch our train." He smiled while holding up the tickets.

"O-Okay." Namjoon's face was red as he nodded.

"Good." The man patted him on the back. "Be here tomorrow morning. Oh and, I know that you're a millionaire, but don't worry, the shopping is on me."

"Good day!"

The man suddenly disappeared, and Namjoon was left alone with his thoughts. He paused for a short moment, before letting out a victory scream.

"Sorry." Namjoon whispered when about twenty windows were pushed open, by angry sleepers. "I just got invited to see the Queen of England!" He continued to whisper.

"Va te faire foutre!" A man yelled and Namjoon just bit his lower lip. "Okay, I'll go do that now." He ran off, before anyone else got angry with him.

Namjoon sprinted down the road, trying to find the hotel that Jimin linked him to. His eyes deceived him when he finally found it. "Oh my—"

"Kim Namjoon?" Another person, recognized him from afar. If this is what it felt like to be rich, then he wanted this life.

"Yes, that's me." He nodded at the hotel clerk.

"Your friend, Park Jimin told me you would be here shortly. I have your room key for you monsieur." He said with a hypnotizing accent. Seriously, French people speaking English is like an asmr.

"Merci." Namjoon took the key from his hand, and made his way up to the room. "What was Jimin thinking." He muttered, amazed by the gorgeously decorated hotel. He went into to elevator, waiting until it reached his floor.

"Here goes nothing." He left the elevator and began searching for Jimin and Kara's room. "Here it is."

He turned the key, successfully getting the door to open. In the hotels he used to stay at, the card would  decline 5 times, before turning green.

Namjoon stepped inside, his jaw dropping to the floor. "You've gotta be kitting me." He said with a smile.

Today was just a good day for Kim Namjoon. He became a multi millionaire with his best friend. He got invited to stay at the Queens palace, and now he's staying at the fanciest hotel in all of Paris. It can't get any better than this.

"Jimin?" Namjoon called his name, eager to tell him the good news. He furrowed his brows when no one answered. Maybe they're sleeping, he thought to himself. Namjoon walked down the hall and towards the rooms. All of them were open expect one. He was about to knock, when he heard—

"Oh God, it hurts!"

"Let me just take it out, okay?"

Namjoon's eyes nearly popped out of it's sockets as he covered his mouth with the urge to vomit. "I think I'm gonna be sick." He muttered, before running to the bathroom.

"What was that?" Jimin lowered his brows when he heard a voice.

"Jimin, get the damn splinter out!" Kara groaned as he carefully observed her hand. "It's pretty deep in there." He slowly shook his head. "Let me go get tweezers or something."

Jimin got up from the bed as he made his way to the door. "Oh, and maybe next time, you shouldn't try challenging me in bed."

Kara rolled her eyes as she looked down at the splinter. "Maybe next time, you shouldn't knock the fucking wind out of me. I have asthma you know."

"What the fuck is that?" Jimin spat, before leaving the room. "Threatening me with an asthma ak 47, who does that bitch think she is..." Jimin scoffed.

All of a sudden, Namjoon stepped out of the fancy bathroom. Both of the boys just stood there, very confused.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jimin lowered his brows, and that's when Namjoon remember the text Jimin sent him.

"I don't know—wait a damn second!" Namjoon's eyes became hollow. "You would kick your own best friend out into the streets for a night with a girl! Oh and by the way, you guys are NASTY."

"I know, I know." Jimin sighed. "Maybe that's the point of sex!" He suddenly yelled.

"Jimin, it still hurts." Kara whined as she walked into the living room.

"Oh God." Namjoon scrunched his face with disgust as he covered his ears.

"What's his problem?" Kara nodded upwards.

"No idea anymore." Jimin shrugged his shoulders as he popped open a bottle of wine. "Drinks anyone."

"You can drink later. Just help me. It stings." She continued to complain.

"Namjoon can help you." Jimin pointed to him, as he  drank straight from the bottle. 

"WHAT!" Namjoon shouted.

"Jeez, if you don't like splinters, you should've said something." Kara mumbled.

"S-Splinter?" Namjoon peaked from his hands. "You have a splinter?"

"Where have you been?" Jimin scoffed. "She's been complaining about it for the past thirty minutes. "It hurts, someone help me get it out." Jimin mimicked a girl voice.

Namjoon raised his brow.

"Oh.." It took Jimin a moment to realize. "Okay, that makes a lot more sense now."

"Here." Namjoon rolled his eyes at Jimin, before walking over to Kara. "I'll help you remove the SPLINTER." He emphasized the word.

"You do that." Jimin pointed the bottle of wine to him, before jumping onto the couch.

"Thank you so much." Kara gave him a quick hug, and the two of them sat on the couch as well.

Jimin brought his arm around Kara, pulling her closer to him as they watched tv. "Hey, can I have some of that wine?" Namjoon reached his hand for the bottle.

"Waterfall it." Jimin handed it to him.

"Oh shit, turn the volume up, I love Queen."

Namjoon held the wine in his mouth as he reached for the remote. It was then, when he repeated the last word in his head. He spit the wine out all over the table, making Kara and Jimin slowly turn their heads.

"I just remembered!" Namjoon struggled to hold on to the remote as he hit the power off button.

Jimin didn't even argue, since he was so confused and disturbed with what just happened.

"T-The Queen o-of England, is—we're going to the Buckingham Palace!" He managed to say, while catching his breath.

"So, I've seen the outside of that thing a million times." Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

"Let me clarify myself." Namjoon was finally able to speak without stuttering. "The Royal family invited us to stay INSIDE THE BUCKINGHAM PALACE!"

"WHAT?!" Kara and Jimin both shouted.