As the evening drew to a close, the group chatted and laughed together, enjoying each other's company. Hobi and Namjoon were teasing Jimin about his cooking skills . Jungkook was playfully arguing with Taehyung about who was the better dancer.

As the night wore on, everyone began to retire to their rooms. The King's friends were staying in the palace for the night. As Y/N entered the shared royal bedroom, she was met with a sight that made her heart skip a beat.

Taehyung was sitting on a couch, staring at her with an intensity that made her feel hot and flustered. She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself as she took a bath and changed into comfortable clothes.

As she lay down on the bed with her novel, she could feel Taehyung's eyes on her, drilling holes into her skin. She tried to focus on her book, but her hands were shaking slightly, and she couldn't concentrate. "Oh, come on, stupid hormones, be in control," she muttered to herself.

Just then, Taehyung got up and walked towards her, his movements fluid and graceful. Y/N saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye and felt her heart race. He sat down beside her, his thigh brushing against hers, and whispered, "What were you reading, Y/N?"

His deep, manly voice sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She tried to sound calm, but her voice trembled slightly. "Just a novel, Your Majesty."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, a novel. How intriguing. May I join you?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Taehyung leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, making her feel lightheaded.

Taehyung's eyes locked onto Y/N's, his gaze burning with intensity. "I want to read it with you," he whispered, his voice husky and seductive.

Y/N's heart raced as Taehyung's face drew closer, his lips almost touching hers. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, making her skin tingle.

"Your Majesty, I don't think that's a good idea," Y/N whispered, trying to sound firm but her voice trembling.

Taehyung's smile was devilish. "Oh, I think it's a wonderful idea," he whispered, his breath caressing her skin.

He gently took the book from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. Y/N felt a jolt of electricity at the touch.

As he began to read, his voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Y/N's spine. He read with passion and emotion, his words painting vivid pictures in her mind.

Y/N was entranced, her eyes locked onto Taehyung's face. She couldn't look away, even as her heart raced and her body responded to his seductive voice.

As he read on, Taehyung's hand brushed against hers, sending sparks flying. Y/N felt herself melting into his touch, her body craving more.

Suddenly, Taehyung's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire. "Y/N, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Taehyung's face drew closer, his lips inches from hers. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, Taehyung's lips brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N felt herself melting into his kiss, her body responding to his touch.

As their lips touched, Y/N felt a rush of passion and desire. Taehyung's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour. She moaned softly, her body arching towards his.

Their kiss deepened, and they lost themselves in the moment. Clothes were discarded, and they surrendered to their desires.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies sated and relaxed. Taehyung's arms cradled Y/N, holding her close as they drifted off to sleep.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The only sound was the gentle rustling of the bed curtains and the soft rhythm of their breathing.

As they slept, Taehyung's hand stroked Y/N's hair, his touch gentle and soothing. She smiled in her sleep, feeling safe and loved.

The night wore on, and the palace slumbered, unaware of the passion and love that had unfolded in the royal bedroom.