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He hadn't imagined a month ago, that his room would be linked to the young prince's room and he had never imagined that he would basically turn into the prince's personal butler that satisfied his every need.
He also hadn't imagined that the small, curious omega he had met at a tavern, flushed with mead and desperate for an alpha would be the prince he was going to protect.
He also hadn't imagined that the small omega that had basically rode his fingers and then fallen asleep would end up being that prince.
Coincidences or something.
Namjoon's new job was to basically cater to the small omega and keep him protected from any alpha's that would destroy his "innocence" as the queen had said. He had briefly glanced at Jimin before seeing the jingling bag of gold and immediately nodding his head agreeing to become the prince's personal guard. Apparently this including protecting him but also bringing food trays to him as well as clothing, grooming, sometimes massaging and even bathing him. To say it wasn't what he had imagined was an understatement to say the least, but there he was entering his new room as the prince slammed his door, (which was attached to the Namjoon's room for some reason? Yeah he had no idea why either) rattling it almost off the hinges.
His duffel bag bounced on his bed, the heaviest thing in there the new bag of gold that he had attained. Knocking on the door to the prince's room he waited for the prince to answer.
A soft sigh was his answer as well as a little "come in" by the melodious voice.
The door closed with a small click and the large room decked out with a large canopy bed and wardrobe as well the definition of baby pink. A large mirror vanity is where the small prince sat with an ebony brush in hand brushing the room matching long sakura coloured locks of hair. The prince's small reflection stared at himself in the mirror, large puckered lips decorated with a small pout.
"I see you were bribed by my mother"
"I guess you could say that" the pout deepened at that comment.
"You can leave already"
His hair was swept to the side and his neck was shown, it was too tempting and so with a small brush of a hand a small huff was formed by the deepening pout.
"Stop it,"
The hand stroked up and down.
"You're upset.... why?"
Jimin slowly turned towards him.
"You left me alone, you.... you probably fu- violated my body and you didn't even bother to stay in the morning! you manipulated my drunkenness and then bent me over!"
A loud blush covered his cheeks as his tone become louder and screechier with each word.
".... You do realise the only thing I did was kiss you right.....?"
That earned a blink.
"I did finger you..."
That earned a deeper blush.
"..But I didn't do anything but that, you were releasing pheromones everywhere and honestly I was ready to do what you just said but it would make no sense as my honour as a man if I did that...."
"So you didn't have sex with me?"
Heat floods Namjoon's cheeks this time.
"No... we didn't..."
They stared at each other, both obviously interested in the other and not quite sure how to express it.
"Want me to brush your hair?"
"Please"