"Kim Namjoon!"

Jimin's strong, firm voice silenced everyone around him, resonating throughout the hall. Namjoon stood from his throne, growling as Jimin's refusal to address him properly as king added fuel to his flame.

"I don't know what happened to you..." Jimin began, walking up to the throne and pulling out two pieces of parchment paper. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced again when they were held up in front of him.

"...but if you are this certain that First Lord of the North, your greatest admirer, your sun, your moon, your stars, your heaven, your love, Kim Seokjin, did this..."

Namjoon's eyes began to widen as he stared at the exact same calligraphy on both letters, realizing what Jimin realized minutes ago.

"...then you, Your Majesty, have really gone mad."

At that, Namjoon ripped the golden crown from his head and dropped it on the floor. His hands went back towards the belt on his robes and pulled a hanging end of the belt, untying the knot and letting the heaviest robe go loose. He let it slip off his shoulders and crash on the floor with a big bang, and took off running like a madman in an undershirt, trousers and bare feet.

"What do you think killed him first?" Jimin began, not speaking to anyone in general. "His broken heart, or hypothermia?"

Sighing in total loss, Hoseok shook his head while picking up Yoongi and Seonbi. "Come, you two. There's enough stress here to reopen your wound and hurt your child."

He took them to the infirmary, and Taehyung grimly followed, leaving Jimin alone in the palace hall.

Jungkook watched as everyone left the hall with tearstained, hurt faces. He ran into the hall and saw Jimin pace around Namjoon's throne, kicking at his robe and crown.

"W-Where's everyone going?" He stammered, choked by the tension in the room.

"To the infirmary. Lady Seonbi is pregnant, and Yoongi is injured."

Jungkook walked up to the general, holding Jimin's hands with his own.

"What happened?"

Jimin sighed and closed his eyes.

"A heartless act of cruelty."

Seokjin pined and staggered over to the bank of the lake, where he had been sitting before the nightmare began. Leaning over the lake, he reached down and felt for a slim, thin object. Dimly glimmering in the moonlight, he held up a wooden arrow, its iron head glowing. He began to pant -- in excitement or fear, he did not know.

No one will look for my body. No one will care to save me.

He closed his eyes and fumbled with the weapon until the tip pointed towards his body.

Rinji...I'm coming...

Taking in his final breath, Seokjin thrusted the weapon towards him with one hand, caressing the muddy area next to him with the other.

Blood splattered on the noble's lap.

Time stopped around him.

Seokjin opened his eyes and looked down as a hand other than his own gripped mercilessly on the blade, blood seeping from the cut. Unharmed, Seokjin looked behind him to see a worried Namjoon kneeling behind him, holding him close with his free hand.

"Seokjin," Namjoon whispered, letting the night air hold his words for him.

"N-Namjoon," the noble breathed, mingling his name with the royal's.

"I've been a complete and utter fool. You are nothing but an angel, and I deserve every ounce of hatred you have. I don't even deserve to be sitting here with you...yet here I am, holding you, like I did when I first summoned you to my rooms."

"...Namjoon..."

"I know I've done you a horrible wrong. And I don't deserve even the tiniest drop of mercy...but..." Namjoon said, pulling the blade away from Seokjin and placing it on the ground next to him.

"...if I could ask you...to just try...to begin forgiving me."

Namjoon pulled Seokjin into an embrace, holding his body close like he had never held someone before.

Seokjin weakly smiled, pulling himself into Namjoon's chest. "I will, Your Majesty."

Grinning down at Seokjin, Namjoon picked him up, holding his lover's body in his arms and carrying him towards the end of the clearing.

"There's somewhere I'd like to take you," he said, finally relaxing for the first time that day. He gave a soft look at Seokjin when his arms wrapped around his neck, and Seokjin smiled back at him.

After a few minutes of walking, Namjoon arrived at a small waterfall. The iridescent water cascaded down the rock almost rhythmically, creating a soft, relaxing atmosphere around the beautiful place. Sheltered in by thickets of trees, it was a private little paradise.

Seokjin smiled, taking in the sights around him. "This place is beautiful, Namjoon"--

"Almost there."

Namjoon led Seokjin behind the falls into a grotto, warm with humid air. He set the noble gently on a large stone next to a pool of water, much like the lake that they had just come from.

"It's a hot spring," Namjoon said, taking his under-clothes off. Seokjin watched, blushing as Namjoon entered the pool fully naked. He moaned at the feeling of the warm water hitting his skin, and looked up at Seokjin, still sitting on the stone next to it with a flustered expression.

"Come on in," Namjoon said, smiling. "The water feels great."

Seokjin bit his lip, taking his belt and robes off and stepping into the warm spring.

"Mm," he sighed, enjoying the feeling. "It does feel great."

Namjoon sank down to a stone and sat on it, shoulder deep in the water. Seokjin took his lip under his teeth again, blushing as he noticed Namjoon's growing size in the water. He stared as Namjoon relaxed more, his girth slowly standing up on its own. Pursing his lips, he turned redder as he imagined it entering a certain place.

"Enjoying the view?" Namjoon said, smirking as Seokjin snapped out of his thoughts. He blushed harder, looking away from Namjoon in shame.

"I-I'm sorry, Namjoon"--

"It's alright, love," he smirked, pulling him down and onto his lap. Seokjin gasped at the sudden movement, hardening as he felt his size brush against Namjoon's.

"Will you let me atone for my faults, Seokjin-ah?" Namjoon whispered, grazing his lips over his lover's neck.

Already moaning, Seokjin took a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, slamming his lips onto Namjoon's. Running his hands through the water, up and down Seokjin's back, Namjoon passionately kissed back. Their tongues clashed and danced, repeating their love for each other incessantly without saying anything.

Namjoon's hands traveled to Seokjin's backside, squeezing and grabbing at the flesh. Gasping again, Seokjin moaned as Namjoon touched and caressed his body, making his size harden even more.

"D-Don't stop!" he moaned, whining as Namjoon gently nibbled on his neck and shoulders.

"Are you ready, love?" Namjoon whispered against his skin.

"Yes, my love," Seokjin said, smiling back as his lover aligned the head of his shaft to his entrance.

Seokjin let out a long, cracked moan as the painful yet pleasurable feeling of Namjoon inside him for the first time overtook his body. His head fell to the crook of Namjoon's neck as the royal comforted him as best he could. He slowly rubbed his back, kissing all over his chest to ease the pain. In a gradual lift, the agony soon slipped away.

"Mm, Namjoon," he sighed, slowly bouncing up and down on top of the king's length. Moaning, he began to ride Namjoon faster, pleasuring him as the noble rode on his lap.

"Oh, Seokjin," Namjoon moaned, biting his lip as Seokjin bounced on his length faster, throwing his head back and arching his spine.

"N-Namjoon! Oh yes!"

After a few minutes of riding Namjoon, Seokjin fell slowly into his lap, panting and drunk with Namjoon. His scent, his touch, his voice and his existence intoxicated the noble further, sending him into a sweet oblivion. Namjoon flipped their positions, placing Seokjin on the stone to sit while thrusting in and out of him. Wrapping his arms around Namjoon, the noble began to moan again as the feeling of his lover inside him took over.

The blissful pleasure laced through the hot tension between them as Namjoon pulled out and thrusted in again each time. Hearing each other moan their names only augmented their indulgence, bringing them closer to the desired release. The hot water surrounded them in warmth and steamed up as vapor, mixing with their deep, quick breaths.

"N-Namjoon! I'm going to...I-I'm going to..."

"Do it, love! I'm going to do it too!"

Namjoon slammed a final kiss onto Seokjin's plump, pink and parted lips as they both released, sighing in the deepest pleasure.

The kiss calmed itself to a gentle peck, holding Namjoon and Seokjin together as the royal pulled himself out of his lover. Smiles spread across their faces as they laid themselves back against the stone wall of the pool and held each other, never wanting to let go.

"Look, Namjoon," Seokjin said, gazing out into the first morning rays of light, amazed by the peak of the night fading into a soft, glowing morning. "The sun is rising."

Looking out onto the horizon, Namjoon beamed at the streaks of light entering the grotto.

"It's almost as beautiful as you are," he replied, placing a gentle smooch on Seokjin's temple. Twinkling inside, Seokjin held onto Namjoon, watching the stars fade and the sun rise over the shining kingdom.

The world darkened, then lightened again.