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Being a mercenary wasn’t always Kim Namjoon’s greatest aspiration in life, no. He’d been a gifted student in his youth, graduating top of his class, and with a skillset as a knight to match. He likes to think he could’ve been a scholar but sadly, that career path didn’t pay quite as well as being a mercenary, so here he is, taking on the most lucrative jobs in the kingdom he calls home and beyond. He joined Bangtan, led by Park Jimin, the condottiere who went above and beyond to make sure every mercenary under him got the premium jobs and got paid. Jimin might be small and soft, but he knows how to run a business.

Namjoon has managed to create a name and reputation for himself over the years and he’s quickly become one of the most sought after mercenaries under Jimin since word spreads quickly in the kingdom. Soon enough, the king himself gets word of Namjoon’s success and summons him to the grand palace, ordering him to arrive as soon as possible, labeling it a pressing matter. Namjoon doesn’t waste a moment before heading towards the palace when Jimin brings him the request. He’d just returned from completing his most recent job of taking care of the thieves who’d stolen from Min Yoongi’s estate and bringing them back to face the consequences.

Now, Namjoon is no fool, he knows whatever the king needs from him is something no one else knows about yet considering how secretively he’s received as soon as he arrives at the palace doors. It doesn’t take long for the king to make his demands when Namjoon enters the throne room: bring back the runaway crown prince for his upcoming wedding, alive, promising Namjoon all the gold and land he could possibly want.

Namjoon takes the job without a second thought, of course, he takes it. For starters, how hard could it be to find the prince, a pampered, soft boy who has never had to survive out on his own? Especially during the harsh winters, their country tends to have that are right around the corner. Namjoon almost wants to laugh at the king, not that he would ever dare to, because how is it possible Prince Jeon has been gone two months at this point and there have been no sightings of him anywhere? Granted, not many people know what the prince looks like since he’s been hidden away most of his life but still—not one palace guard saw him leave and can’t do anything as simple as find him?

“Consider it done,” Namjoon says as he looks up at the king, and he plans to make good on his word.

But then, one month on the hunt turns into four and suddenly, winter has set in, and Namjoon is still on the prowl for the prince. He thought he would’ve found him by now, but it turns out the prince is no easy prey. It’s driving Namjoon insane the longer he looks, overturning every stone in his path, crossing every river, and scouring every town and city as he searches far and wide, only to come up empty each time. It is not possible Prince Jeon is this difficult to track down.

Where could the prince have gone? How did he get past the borders? How has he managed to make it this long on his own?

To make matters worse, news of the missing prince has spread through the kingdom like wildfire and suddenly, every man on a horse is out on the hunt for the prize, only adding to Namjoon’s stress.

Namjoon plans to cut through the mountains to cross the rivers before they’re frozen over, meaning he gets to make a stop at what has quickly become one of his favorite spots in the kingdom. It’s where a tavern is located, deep in the mountains in the middle of a small town where only merceries and the king’s most skilled soldiers pass through. The tavern is small, but the alcohol is good and cheap, winning over most of the travelers that stop by on their journeys. The town itself is quiet and makes most of its money on providing travelers a place to rest which Namjoon never takes for granted considering how long his current job is taking.

The only downside is that winter hits the small town the hardest, freezing the areas around it which only results in making the journey to enter and leave difficult if you don’t have the right equipment. So, unless you’re on official military business, a mercenary, or you’re a local, you will have a hard time enduring the winters here and being prepared for what awaits.

Namjoon has been here more times than he can count in the last few months. He’s made it a point to stop here on his journey to hunt down the prince when time allows it. If his friends ask, which they do an annoying amount, he’ll tell them he’s here to have a drink and a much-needed rest. They believed him in the beginning but after making a trip with him, they quickly saw the reason why Namjoon was so attached to this town—more specifically, the tavern.

Now, Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin, two more of Jimin’s mercenaries, will not spare Namjoon from their teasing, not until his face has turned red and he’s two seconds away from punching them. The only way to stop their teasing is to treat them to dinner and a drink at the tavern, said tavern he denies being the reason for his visits. Can’t a man just love cheap alcohol and food? Besides, there’s a blacksmith in town who Namjoon likes getting his weapons fixed and sharpened.

Well, alright, so maybe he likes one of the servers at the tavern. A man needs some kind of motivation to keep going at a time like this with the king breathing down his neck. His current job is working him to the bone as he works day and night to find the runaway prince. And his other job, the one he gave himself: getting that pretty server at the tavern to agree to go out with him.

Hoseok and Seokjin will never let him live that down, but Namjoon doesn’t care not when Jungkook all but consumes his every waking thought these days.

The tavern maid, Jungkook, is beautiful and Namjoon is only human, he’s weak to his desires. Jungkook is stunning, pretty in the face with these big doe eyes that Namjoon has grown to love over the past few months. Not to mention he’s quite literally the hottest person Namjoon has ever seen, especially in that uniform he wears. It’s a long white shirt with a corset layered on top, enhancing his waist and making his backside stand out and Namjoon definitely sneaks a glance every chance he gets. Hoseok teased him once that he was practically drooling, and you know what? Maybe Namjoon was.

But Jungkook isn’t just pretty to look at, he’s also talkative, he’s funny, and he entertains Namjoon for hours whenever the mercenary is there. Namjoon loves listening to Jungkook talk about anything, as long as he’s talking to Namjoon, he’ll sit there and listen until the sun rises and the owner kicks him out.

Namjoon has made his interest clear. He’s always leaving Jungkook massive tips and bringing him little trinkets from every place he visits. Jungkook has never quite given him an answer and sometimes Namjoon feels hopeless, but then, Jungkook will get this intense look in his eyes as he stares at Namjoon, making it clear the attraction is not one-sided. And fuck if Namjoon hasn’t dreamt of bending that pretty tavern maid over the bar top and fucking him stupid. Namjoon wants Jungkook to know he’s interested and has been since he first stopped by for a drink and saw the new server a few months ago. It’s clear Jungkook likes him too because the tavern maid will often brush their hands together when he brings Namjoon his drinks, will bend down to whisper in Namjoon’s ear, and will always ask Namjoon when he’s coming back.

He thanks whatever deity brought Jungkook into his life each and every time they cross paths because no one has ever lit a fire so passionate inside of him before. To think the love of Namjoon’s life has been hiding in the mountains, deep in the snow.

Namjoon manages to make one last trip to the tavern before the winter snow makes it impossible. He doesn’t know if it’s possible to go months without seeing Jungkook at this point and patience has never quite been his virtue. He’s practically bouncing in his boots as he arrives in the town with Hoseok and Seokjin coming up behind him, all three of them on horseback.

He’d been chasing another lead in his search for Prince Jeon that ended up leading to nowhere when he’d run into his friends who were headed home after their latest job. The trip Namjoon was chasing would’ve taken him straight through Kim Taehyung’s territory, another condottiere in the area that Jimin is not on the greatest terms with, so it was best to let it go. During his search, Namjoon has found that a lot of false tips will get thrown around in hopes of throwing him off the prince’s trail. He suspects it’s the prince’s doing but it’s all speculation at the moment. There’s also the fact that Namjoon fears Jimin and his anger to no end so chasing that false lead would’ve caused more trouble than it was worth.

It’s no surprise that Namjoon’s first stop in the town is the tavern, of course. They’d arrived late in town, so Hoseok and Seokjin had gone straight to the inn for some much-needed rest leaving Namjoon to go see Jungkook on his own, something he’ll never complain about, that’s for sure.

He opens the doors to the tavern and sheds his heavy coat, trying his best to clean his snow-covered boots before walking to an empty table. The tavern is lively at this time of night, with a good number of people inside already, making the atmosphere enjoyable and vibrant as the fire burns to warm the space. The lit candles and fireplace make a nice, dim lighting in the room, casting it over the people enjoying a late drink and meal. Namjoon looks around with vigorous intent, glancing at every server and even the barkeep until he finds who he came to see tonight. 

Finally, his eyes land on Jungkook. The server is currently running drinks to a table of soldiers, making conversation as always as he sets them down with a cute smile, and bunny teeth on full display. Namjoon has learned that Jungkook is quite the charmer. There always seems to be a smile on his face as he talks to the patrons, clutching the serving tray close to his chest. He looks good— really good tonight, but Namjoon always thinks he looks good so he might not be the best judge of that.  

Namjoon keeps watching him with narrowed eyes, like an ancient dragon who has finally found its most sought-after treasure until Jungkook notices his staring and looks over to meet his gaze. Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to smile and wave him over, eager for his company. He might be pulling status but when the soldiers glance over, he glares at them, making his message clear. ‘Wrap up the conversation and quit hogging him.’

Jungkook finishes the conversation at the table and heads over to Namjoon, clearly pleased to see the man. It makes a reassuring sensation flood through Namjoon because if Hoseok’s taunting is right, when he claims Jungkook isn’t interested, Namjoon will simply roll over and die. He might be obsessed and too far gone at this point.

“Namjoon-ssi!” Jungkook greets him. “It’s been a while since I last saw you. Where have you been?” He asks, pursing his lips as he waits for an answer.

“I’ve been busy,” Namjoon admits, leaning back in his seat to cross his arms over his chest. “Working, you know.” 

“Still chasing after the lost long crown prince?” Jungkook asks him, shifting his weight from one foot to another. His hair is getting longer and it’s currently fluffy, making him look even cuter. 

Namjoon chuckles and nervously drums his knuckles on the table. “And how would you know about that now?” He doesn’t remember mentioning his mission to Jungkook, but he has told the server he’s a mercenary of sorts but nothing more or so he thought.

“You mentioned it last time you were here,” Jungkook admits, shrugging. “After your tenth drink.” There’s a little smile on his face, clearly amused at having the chance to tease Namjoon. “That you’d been hired by His Majesty to find the crown prince.”

“Did I?” Namjoon mumbles, slightly embarrassed and praying he didn’t say anything else that night. He’s supposed to be charming Jungkook, not spilling confidential secrets that the king and Jimin would skin him alive for. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Namjoon-ssi!” Jungkook reassures him. “I haven’t mentioned it to anyone if that helps reassure you.” He smiles and comes to stand closer. “I promise.”

Namjoon nods. He doesn’t have a reason not to trust Jungkook, not yet at least. Still, he can’t let his guard down like that. He’s lucky Hoseok and Seokjin weren’t around when he’d gone and blabbed like an idiot. “I didn’t say anything else, right?”

“Incriminating? No,” Jungkook swears, holding back a laugh this time. “Among other things, I fear you might will not come back to see me if I tell you.”

“How bad?” Namjoon asks, bringing a gloved hand up to massage his temples. “Bad enough you think I’m a creep?”

Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re a creep or weird,” he admits. “Although, you did mention being a predator on the prowl.”

“A predator?” Namjoon repeats, cringing on the inside so hard his eyelid twitches. Yeah, he’s never living this one down. He’s blinded by love at this point, clearly.

Jungkook comes closer, setting the small circular serving tray on the table and placing his hands on the table to lean in. “You said I ignited your predatory instincts and if I knew what was good for me, I’d run.” He’s obviously amused, and Namjoon is mortified. “I’m glad to know you enjoy the hunt so much.” He runs his tongue over his front teeth and narrows his eyes. “Good thing I enjoy it too.”

Namjoon sits frozen in his seat because it’s not like those aren’t Namjoon’s thoughts but it’s also not like he wants Jungkook to know about them! He’s supposed to be impressing this guy, not embarrassing himself when he’s too drunk to think straight. He’s not a shy person but it still makes him feel flustered to humiliate himself in front of Jungkook. To think he’d spoken his fantasies out loud like that… And to think Jungkook said he enjoys it as well!

All he can do is swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth and bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself in check as Jungkook grins at him.

“But you said nothing else, if anything, you kept me entertained until the tavern closed for the night,” Jungkook says. “Either way, it has been a while since you’ve been back. The snow is heavier now, so I hope your journey wasn’t too difficult for you or Monie.”

Namjoon smiles at the mention of his trusty horse. Jungkook has met Monie a few times and each time, the horse has made it extremely apparent that he prefers Jungkook to Namjoon. Well, sadly for Monie, life isn’t always fair, and we don’t all get to be with Jungkook all the time, Namjoon knows firsthand about that.

“The journey wasn’t too bad, I was already close by when I decided to head this way,” Namjoon says, happy for the change in conversation. “Although, that’s winters in the mountains for you. Most locals still consider this the calm before the storm if you can believe that.”

“With this much snowfall?” Jungkook mumbles, scrunching his nose. It makes Namjoon’s smile grow at the sight, making his dimples pop because Jungkook always resembles a bunny when he scrunches his nose like that. Cute. “That is… quite unfortunate.”

“Is the weather different where you’re from?” Namjoon asks. Jungkook doesn’t speak much of his past even if it's obvious he is not from the mountains. The town they’re in isn’t a huge tourist attraction or a well-known hunting preserve so it’s a little surprising that someone like Jungkook would find themselves here, serving at a tavern out of all things. Namjoon had asked him once and Jungkook had only said he’d had a disagreement with his parents and left home to pursue his dreams instead of what they wanted. He supposes it makes sense; he would’ve left home if his parents had pushed him to do something he hated.

Although coming to the mountains to do that… seems kind of intense. Sure, there are a good number of people from here from all over the kingdom who have come to the mountains in search of a calmer, more solitary life but it isn’t easy especially when people arrive with no experience of the harsh winters, where the weather can be downright brutal. It just isn’t recommended. Though, Jungkook’s arrival has done the tavern good, attracting new customers at every turn so his presence is very much appreciated, and it’s not like Namjoon is going to complain. 

“It is,” Jungkook admits, leaning back. “But that was the point of coming here, I have to admit! I wanted to experience something different than back home, and I’d never been to the mountains before, my parents didn’t allow it so I’m here now.”

“You’re here now,” Namjoon happily agrees. “And the mountains are definitely different.” He cocks his head to the side. “I don’t know if I would’ve moved here so close to winter though.”

“I don’t mind the cold,” Jungkook reassures him. “And besides, I don’t have to go out into the snow often living here, so it works out.”

Now, that makes Namjoon sit up a little straighter, eagerly listening. “Oh? Do you live nearby?”

Jungkook, however, sees right through him and raises his eyebrows. All it does is make Namjoon focus on the bangs adorning his face, such an attractive face, really, it should be illegal to look that pretty.  

“I do,” Jungkook confesses. He turns around when another table calls him over, eager for his attention. “Duty calls, but I’ll be right back!” He smiles. “But, before I go, is there something you’d like to order or were you just here to see me tonight?” He teases, making the mercenary fluster.

Namjoon smiles, shrugging as he tries to keep himself from melting under Jungkook’s gaze. He’s hunted, found, and killed people far more intimidating but this, being here with Jungkook in the tavern is what makes him squirm? No wonder Hoseok and Seokjin refuse to let him live it down. “Surprise me,” he tells him. “Bring me one of your favorites.”

“One of my favorites?” Jungkook repeats, looking surprised. “Are you sure?”

Namjoon nods and watches Jungkook go, taking other orders and going back over to the bar to get the drinks. After a gruesome couple of minutes, Jungkook comes back, and Namjoon’s impatience is sedated once more.

“Here you go,” Jungkook says, gently setting down a cup in front of Namjoon. 

“It’s not dirty dishwater, right?” Namjoon laughs, picking up the cup. Jungkook hasn’t stated his annoyance with the mercenary out loud but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a possibility he’s fed up with Namjoon’s persistence. Namjoon can’t help it though, Jungkook is beautiful, and his interest is piqued and not many things catch his eye nowadays.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow. “Why would I serve you dirty water?” He asks, a little confused. 

His confusion makes Namjoon trust him a little bit more. Sure, there’s been more than a few attempts on Namjoon’s life, but he likes to think Jungkook would have more creative methods than dirty water. He takes a swing from the cup and the taste of wine fills his mouth. Wine was not the drink he was expecting. It’s not terrible, a little fruity and smooth, and not something he’d drink if given the option, well technically he was given it but he wanted to see what Jungkook liked. 

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asks, watching his expression with wide eyes. “It’s dandelion wine, my favorite.”

“This is your favorite?” Namjoon asks him, taking another drink. He supposes he can get used to the flavor if it comes with the person who recommended it. 

“It is,” Jungkook admits with a smile. “But not many people enjoy the taste here, sadly. The barkeep told me he’s had this bottle for years if you can believe that!”

“It’s not terrible,” Namjoon admits, watching Jungkook’s face light up.

The words make Jungkook smile even bigger. Namjoon breathes easily because that was clearly the right thing to say. 

“But tell me, Namjoon-ssi,” Jungkook says. “How was your latest trip? All good things I hope.”

“Regarding the runaway crown prince?” Namjoon mumbles, knowing fully well Jungkook is talking about his assignment because of his big, fat mouth. 

Jungkook shrugs as he twirls the serving tray and waits for Namjoon to continue. 

Namjoon licks his lips and places his cup on the table again. “It’s been stressful.”

“I can imagine finding a prince in a kingdom this large isn’t easy but I’m sure things will work out in the end,” Jungkook tries to reassure him, looking away from Namjoon towards one of the candles lighting the tavern. “Besides, you’re one of the best men for the job or at least that’s what I’ve heard.”

“I can only hope,” Namjoon sighs. “His Majesty is growing more relentless with every passing day I bring no news of the prince.” He takes another drink of the wine. “This has been the longest I’ve ever taken to complete a job before.”

“It bothers you that you haven’t found the crown prince.” Jungkook sees right through him. 

Namjoon thinks about his words for a moment. “It bothers me that he is hiding. It seems cowardly and one must always face their challenges head-on.”

Jungkook nods, meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “Why exactly do you that that the crown prince is cowardly?”

“Simple, because he ran from the situation instead of dealing with the mess,” Namjoon points out. “He had everything a person could ever want in this life from the day of his birth.”

“But maybe he had reason to run, perhaps it was what was best for everyone,” Jungkook points out.

Namjoon shrugs, looking frustrated. “I suppose so,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “At the rate, I’m going at, I’ll never find him either way and his father will have my head.”

“Do you know why he ran?” Jungkook asks.

“I’ve heard bits and pieces and what was told to me when I received the mission but, in the end, it was because His Majesty was forcing him into an arranged marriage and the prince refused,” Namjoon admits, lowering his voice.

“Arranged marriages cannot be easy,” Jungkook says with a shrug. “Perhaps the prince was unhappy with who his father had chosen.” He meets Namjoon’s eyes. “Imagine your parents arranged a marriage to someone you didn’t like or knew had ulterior motives, could you marry them and give away every freedom and right you had for that marriage?

“I’m not… sure,” Namjoon confesses, grimacing. “I’d like to think I would do anything for my parents because I want to be a good son and that I’m strong enough but, in the end, I’m not sure.”

“It can’t be easy,” Jungkook agrees. “Power always comes at a price and sometimes that price is high and those seeking it don’t care who it affects.” He looks over his shoulder when someone waves frantically at him. “Maybe one day when you find the prince, you’ll know what exactly his motives were and why he chose to flee.”

“That’s true but there have to be better ways of seeking out peace without having to run,” Namjoon tries to argue, glaring at the person trying to get Jungkook’s attention until they surrender.  

“Maybe but we don’t know the circumstances, besides, they call the crown prince the Golden One, blessed by the gods, it must’ve taken a lot to cause him to flee. I’ve heard he loved His Majesty dearly,” Jungkook points out. 

“You sure do know a lot,” Namjoon compliments him with a smile.

“I enjoy reading when I have the time,” Jungkook admits, smiling in return. “Although, at the moment, time is limited because of work but I don’t mind it.”

“You seem to know a lot about arranged marriages, does that mean you’re a firm believer in marriage?” Namjoon asks, resting his elbows on the table to lean closer.  

Jungkook purses his lips as he thinks. “I think marriage is important, but it can’t be used to define intimate relationships nowadays, not when so many marry without love. I think we need to consider that more and use other means to measure the weight of relationships. Unless you have a better suggestion,” Jungkook says. 

“I think that when it comes to relationships,” Namjoon begins to say, trying to edge the conversation towards a more intimate direction. “We do need to think more about emotions, let it be love or lust.”

“You believe so?” Jungkook smiles. “I like your interpretation.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon mumbles, feeling his cheeks grow warm. He decides he change the conversation before he says something incriminating. “But going back to what you said earlier, you said you’ve never been in the mountains for the winter, right?”

Jungkook nods. “I haven’t, that’s right.”

“Well, I believe the mountains look magnificent in the snow, so I might be biased since I’ve been here more times than I can count,” Namjoon says. “The only downside is that everything freezes.”

“You make the winter sound charming,” Jungkook admits, half teasing.

“If you ever need someone to show you around, I’m always available,” Namjoon proposes, nervously toying with his empty cup.

“Thank you, Namjoon-ssi, I’ll keep that in mind,” Jungkook promises, looking at Namjoon’s empty cup. “Can I get you anything else for the night?

“Ugh, I’d love to stay for another drink, but I have to get up early so I can send a report to my condottiere unless I want him to have my head. He’s extremely strict and I’d rather not keep him waiting,” Namjoon explains, reaching into his pocket for money. He pulls out way more than the wine could’ve cost but he doesn't care. He sets the coins on the table and lets himself indulge once more at the sight of Jungkook. “I have to get going, I’m sure my friends are wondering why I’m not at the inn yet as well.”

“Have a good night!” Jungkook waves as he watches Namjoon get ready to depart. “I enjoyed seeing you tonight, you always make my nights more enjoyable.”

Namjoon smiles as he puts on his coat. “It’ll only be good if I get the chance to come back tomorrow and see you before I leave.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Jungkook reminds him, just like he tells Namjoon every time he leaves. “You know where to find me if you want to see me again.” He smiles, putting his hand on his waist as he waves goodbye, making Namjoon’s mouth water.

The morning air is cold, hitting Namjoon in the face as soon as he steps out of the inn he’s staying at. It’s early and he’s headed to the post so he can send his report back to Jimin to inform him of his lack of success in finding the prince, again. He’s dreading it because he knows Jimin will be disappointed, considering Namjoon is one of his best, if not the best mercenaries he has. Not to mention the fact that the king is breathing down Jimin’s neck in hopes of speeding up the process.

Namjoon suspects that the reason he keeps running into Hoseok and Seokjin is because Jimin has deliberately sent them to aid him in his search. He knows Jimin means well and that if anything, it’s the pressure from the king that’s made Jimin send in reinforcements, but it makes Namjoon feel as if they think he can’t do his job. It’s not easy finding the crown prince because apparently, he doesn't want to be found. 

Still, Namjoon hates disappointing Jimin, he’s someone who put a lot of trust in Namjoon when he was only starting out as a mercenary. Jimin might look soft but he’s ruthless and knows how to get his men good assignments. He’s given Namjoon the opportunity to travel, fight, and do as he wants most of the time so the sooner Namjoon finds the prince, the better.

Currently, Namjoon is headed to the post to send his report. He would’ve brought Hoseok and Seokjin with him but they’re currently being stuffed full of homemade food by the innkeepers. Namjoon stops by the bank and pulls out more money than needed since he’s planning on stopping at the tavern again tonight before he departs early tomorrow morning, and he wants—needs to see Jungkook before then. He’s captivated by Jungkook and sadly the times he gets to see the server are far and few in between. Trying to woo someone he only sees once a month, if that, is difficult and not for the faint of heart. 

When he arrives to send his report, he finds one from Jimin already waiting for him, telling him to go south where the latest tips point to. It’s no surprise that he’s ordering Seokjin and Hoseok to go with him and asks that reinforcements be requested as needed.

Namjoon leans against a wall in the building and groans in frustration. They’ve been to the south a few times already but it’s possible he might’ve missed a clue. He doesn’t like to think he was distracted but it is hard to keep his mind clear when he daydreams about a certain tavern maid. He leans his head back and exhales.

But thinking of Jungkook reminds him…he brought souvenirs for the man from his recent meeting with the king in the capital. His original plan was to bring everything with him to the tavern the night he’d arrived but decided to test the waters first with Jungkook. It proved to be the right thing to do since Jungkook was happy to see him so tonight, he’ll show up with them in tow. 

He’s heading back to the inn, readjusting his heavy coat to keep the cold out when he sees a familiar figure walking past. Jungkook. It has to be because he’d know those big doe eyes anywhere. In his efforts to get on Jungkook’s good side and asking him every question under the sun, he’s learned how Jungkook likes to be addressed, and well, Namjoon is only trying to be respectful. Respectful because he’s a good person, not just lust drunk. 

“Jungkook-ah!”

Jungkook turns around, squinting in the sunlight to see who called for him. His face melts into an expression of recognition almost instantly. “Namjoon-ssi, good morning!” He calls back.

“What are you doing out so early?” Namjoon asks, jogging over to catch up with him.

Jungkook looks cute, his cheeks are flushed pink from the wind, and he’s wearing a thick coat and has his arms wrapped around himself to keep the cold out. “The barkeep told me it was going to be cold later today so if I needed to go out, it should be early, but now that I’m out here, I think he was lying because it’s so cold now.”

Namjoon laughs, watching his breath fog. “Definitely not lying, it’s getting closer to winter, so the days get shorter, and the nights get longer.”

“Ugh, wonderful,” Jungkook mumbles, sounding a bit sarcastic. 

They start walking together and Jungkook almost slips in the snow, but Namjoon is ready for him, reaching out to steady him by the arm. 

“Careful, there,” Namjoon teases, smiling. “The snow ices over and if you’re not careful, you’ll be on the ground before you know it.”

Jungkook nods. “Are you busy right now?”

“I’m not busy,” Namjoon immediately answers, almost tumbling over the words. “Where are you going?”

“The market,” Jungkook says, pointing ahead. “One of the other tavern maids told me that the imports from the capital that just arrived are the last until winter ends so I’m headed to see what I can find.”

“Oh?” Namjoon mumbles, thinking back to the presents he brought for Jungkook. “What are you looking for from the capital?”

“Whatever I can find,” Jungkook admits. “It’s hard to find anything in this town.”

“Well, I can’t say I blame you, the food in the capital is delicious, especially at that one restaurant near the docks. My friend’s family owns it.”

“The one where they bring in fresh tuna daily?” Jungkook smiles. He continues when Namjoon nods in confirmation “I have been there before, it’s one of my favorites.”

“It is that one!” Namjoon agrees, bumping shoulders with Jungkook. “Did you used to go to the capital often before moving here?”

“Kind of,” Jungkook admits. “But it was expensive.”

Much to their surprise, the market is still closed when they arrive with the vendors in the process of setting up their stalls.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, walking over to one of the benches and waving Namjoon over. “Namjoon-ssi, we can sit down and chat until the market opens.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to be told twice. He makes his way over and sits down, plotting himself right next to Jungkook. 

“Since you’ve been to the capital, does that mean you’re from there?” Namjoon asks, wanting to learn more about Jungkook.  

“Kind of, I mean, I lived there for a long time, so you could say that,” Jungkook says. “Why?” He smiles, wrapping his arms tighter around himself to fight the cold. “Are you interested in learning where I’m from?”

Namjoon chuckles. He knows Jungkook is teasing but it’s difficult to know when the teasing turns into flirting. “And if I am?”

“Well, then I’ll tell you,” Jungkook says, turning over to smile at Namjoon, cheeks, and nose pink from the cold. “But it might be boring.”

“I don’t mind,” Namjoon says. “Not in the least.” And he means it.

Jungkook nods. “My time in the capital was spent working at a gallery, mainly fixing the exhibits for when the royal family visited, which wasn’t often after their son ranaway, so it was nice, and the money was good. I got another job cleaning for Min Yoongi’s estate and that gave me the freedom to explore the capital more.”

“Did you have any favorite places you liked to visit?”

“Yes!” Jungkook answers. “There was a place that sold makgeolli and I miss it. It’s difficult to find makgeolli here but sometimes with your visits, it’s possible.”

Namjoon grins, full-on grins at that comment. He’ll gladly tip double or triple the amount knowing it makes Jungkook’s day. Not to mention that there’s a bottle of makgeolli that was gifted by the king recently despite his shortcomings he brought to give to Jungkook. Luck must really be on his side this visit. “I’m glad,” he says.

Jungkook smiles at him again. “I miss the capital, but the mountains are nice, sure the weather is much harsher, but the people are kind. The barkeep also keeps promising to take us ice fishing so there’s that to look forward to.”

“It’s a nice pastime, it teaches patience,” Namjoon says, thinking back to when Seokjin had taken him and Hoseok ice fishing.

“Did it teach you patience?” Jungkook asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Something like that,” Namjoon mumbles. “Patience is important. Back when I first became a mercenary, it was something I needed to learn. Even now apparently because searching for the prince is proving to require a lot of patience.” 

The market finally opens and Jungkook springs up, offering his hand out for Namjoon to grab. Namjoon takes it without a second thought and lets Jungkook lead him into the market that’s currently bursting with the residents of the town, military men, and travelers.

Jungkook is instantly looking around, interested in everything. He holds everything up for Namjoon to see, making comments and stating his favorites as he goes. And Namjoon constantly offers to buy anything and everything Jungkook wants or looks at. He can afford it and it’s all worth the happy expression on Jungkook’s face. 

Watching Jungkook try and bargain his way through prices is funny because the stall owners are clearly scamming him. Namjoon can’t blame them though, not when he’s out here broadcasting his mercenary status and unlimited funds, that and Jungkook doesn’t seem to know how to bargain as well. Namjoon doesn’t mind though, he’s more than happy to assist in bargaining on Jungkook’s behalf or just flat out paying full price.

They spend the majority of the morning in the market and Namjoon ends up offering to carry almost all of the purchases Jungkook makes back to the server’s place when it becomes apparent just how much Jungkook purchased. Most of them come from the imported stall that Jungkook almost buys out with Namjoon’s help.

“Are you sure you don’t mind helping me bring them back to my home?” Jungkook asks Namjoon for the nth time once they start to make their way back to the street. 

“Of course not,” Namjoon reassures him. “I don’t mind in the least.”

Jungkook’s home is located above the tavern apparently. This whole time Namjoon had been trying to figure out how far away he lived from the tavern and the answer had been right there in front of him, or well, above him. They go around the side, taking a set of stairs and entering through a thick door that Jungkook has to practically shove open. It’s a nice, cozy place, big enough for one person with a fireplace. Namjoon likes it, but it’s a little cluttered. It looks like Jungkook likes collecting things, reminding him even more of a bunny burrow.

“You can place them anywhere you’d like,” Jungkook says, taking off his coat and boots so he doesn’t trek snow into his small home. He takes off his gloves and rubs his pink fingers together to warm them up.

Namjoon watches him for a second, thinking that Jungkook’s hands are quite lovely, lean fingers that are slightly tinted pink from the cold. After another second his awkwardly staring, he sets the things down on the table and watches Jungkook happily scour through them and begin to put them away.

“You never finished telling me about yourself earlier,” Namjoon mentions, walking more into the home after he’s taken off his coat, boots, and weapon.

“Oh, that’s true,” Jungkook admits. “Here, let me make us something warm to drink with what I got at the market.” He lights a fire in the fireplace and stands there for a few moments, holding his hands out to warm them. 

“I’d like that, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon admits, just admiring him from behind. 

Jungkook brews them tea and Namjoon watches him move as he does. He’s enamored with the man, truly. Everything Jungkook does is done with precaution and care, even pouring the tea into the cups like he’s been brought up to be this majestic and proper. It makes Namjoon wonder what Jungkook is doing in a place like this, working as a tavern maid. He’s sure Jungkook could get hired by the nobility with skills like this, maybe even at the royal palace.

“You said you worked at the gallery and for Min Yoongi’s estate before. What made you leave that behind to come here?” Namjoon asks him, taking a seat near the fire. “I can’t imagine your life dream was to work in a tavern.”

“I got bored,” Jungkook admits, shrugging. “I think life is about adventure and I don’t like the idea of staying in one place for too much, there’s too much to experience before I die.”

Namjoon nods as he listens. “Death doesn’t scare you?”

“Should it?” Jungkook shrugs, bringing the tea over and sitting down next to Namjoon. “Everyone dies eventually, those around you and yourself when the time comes. I think it’s important to enjoy life when you can and follow your heart, not give in to make others happy.” 

Jungkook watches Namjoon this time, waiting for him to take a sip from the tea. And Namjoon, well, he’s never been one to disappoint. He doesn’t dare dream of disappointing Jungkook, not with tea or anything. He’s usually one to exceed expectations, current assigned mission excluded, there’s also the fact that he’s been told he’s pretty talented in bed and he’s never had one complaint.   

“I can understand that,” Namjoon says. “I’ve seen my fair share of death.” 

“Does it scare you?” Jungkook turns the question on him.

“No, I’ve seen too much during my life for it to scare me.”

The last words seem to hit Jungkook particularly hard, and he clears his throat, looking towards the fire. “Well, that’s why I think need to value our current relationships with those around us and help protect who we can and not force them to do things they don’t want to do,” Jungkook points out.

Namjoon takes a sip of his tea, savoring the taste. 

Jungkook smiles, looking pleased by his expression. “You like it?” He asks. “It’s smooth, almost like you.”

Namjoon almost chokes on his tea, feeling it go down his windpipe. That sounded romantic. Is Jungkook trying to flirt? Who says that to a friend? Are they friends? Who says that to a customer? A creepy customer who all but falls at Jungkook’s feet but still, a customer. 

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asks him, scooting closer to pat Namjoon’s back like he’s a baby.

Namjoon nods, trying to settle his erratic coughing. “It was hot.” Both the tea and Jungkook’s words.

“Sorry,” Jungkook smiles, biting his tongue between his teeth. Namjoon doesn’t think he looks very sorry.

Namjoon coughs once more. “You were telling me about yourself.” 

Jungkook nods, taking a sip of his tea. “I have a lot of stories to tell,” he admits. “I really enjoyed working for the Min estate, Yoongi-ssi let me do as I pleased, which was always fun. I met a lot of people during my time there.” He laughs. “Although, I might’ve caused him more trouble than necessary.”

Namjoon laughs with him. “I didn’t think you were the naughty type, Jungkook-ah.”

“It’s good to have fun from time to time,” Jungkook defends himself, looking amused.

“I’m sure you were very popular there,” Namjoon partially teases because if it's true, he would believe it. “I’d heard about a charming servant last time I was there. Could it have, been you?” He asks. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook must’ve left around the time Min Yoongi had hired Namjoon for that one job. What a shame Namjoon and Jungkook didn’t cross paths back then.

“Maybe,” Jungkook says. “But I think in reality, I’m just friendly.”

“What did you do with your time when you weren’t working?” Namjoon asks, reaching forward to grab one of the sticks to move the logs in the fire. 

“I explored the capital,” Jungkook admits. “My parents were strict when I was growing up so I’d never really experienced much freedom, so it was nice to do what I wanted, when I wanted.” He takes another sip of his tea, finishing the cup. “I liked visiting the gallery a lot, even after I no longer worked there.”

Namjoon knee starts to bounce from the nerves as he speaks. “Maybe next time you’re there, we could go together,” he shoots his shot. “I assume you know the best times of the year to go.”

Jungkook purses his lips. “Hm, maybe, if we ever find ourselves there together,” he promises, although, he makes it seem like the stars would need to align for such an event to occur. “P'ansori was fun as well, especially the path leading there where all the vendors would have their stalls.

“That’s where they take all your coins, though,” Namjoon laughs. “Trust me.”

“That’s true,” Jungkook agrees. “But experiences make memories and that’s worth all the coin in the world!”

“You know, when I first started looking for the prince, His Majesty told me his son loved P'ansori, so I scoured it for weeks. I think I learned every performance from start to end,” he says, shaking his head as he remembers. “Finding him is like pulling teeth but I guess it makes sense, they call him the Golden One after all. If finding him was easy, I wouldn’t believe he was given such a nickname.”

“Do you believe you’ll find him?” Jungkook asks him, setting his cup down. “Honestly?”

Namjoon frowns. “I would like to believe I’ll find him.” He looks at the fire with narrowed eyes. “But he’s not making it easy on me, that’s for sure. It’s already hard to bribe people in locations I suspect he might be in since other mercenaries have gotten word of my hunt, not to mention Kim Taehyung’s men, damn Wooga squad.” He looks back over at Jungkook and sighs. “Between you and I…I honestly believe that if the prince doesn’t want to be found, he won’t be. I’ve been searching for months, along with Hoseok and Seokjin, and even Jimin sometimes. Not to mention, His Majesty has his own men out on the prowl, helping put pressure on the other side, and yet, nothing.”

Jungkook takes a moment to think about Namjoon’s words as he gets up to rinse their cups in his small kitchen. “I think you’re onto something. I think sometimes we as humans underestimate each other. You said before he’s a prince and probably spoiled right? What if he’s stronger and smarter than you think?”

“That’s possible,” Namjoon confesses, biting at the tip of his thumb. “But to outsmart this many trained men? We have weapons, horses, and coins.” There’s more but he doesn’t think Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin would be too happy to hear him blabbing about it.

Jungkook finishes up and dries his hands. “Maybe but you see the prince as a child biting off more than he can eat and clearly, he’s feasting while you and the rest of the men after him starve, Namjoon-ssi, just something to think about.”

Namjoon tongues his cheek as he thinks, feeling frustrated because Jungkook’s words make sense.

“I heard that the crown prince trained at one of the best academies,” Jungkook confesses. “I think it was the one that your condottiere attended, maybe even Kim Taehyung, although, I’m not too sure.”

Namjoon is skeptical now because Jimin and Taehyung are some of the best swordsmen he’s ever met, followed by Hoseok and Seokjin. “Really?”

“So, I’ve heard,” Jungkook mumbles, a slight smile pulling at his lips at the story. “I hear he’s good with a bow as well.”

“Jungkook-ah, are you implying that you think I’m weak?” Namjoon asks, narrowing his eyes a bit. “I think I’m more than capable of taking down the crown prince.”

“Can you, Namjoon-ssi?” Jungkook ponders, his tone teasing. “I believe you are strong, if that reassures you.”

Namjoon chuckles and rolls his eyes. “You’re teasing me.”

“Am I?” Jungkook laughs before changing the subject. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow,” Namjoon sighs, not particularly happy about it. “But before I leave, I’ll come to the tavern tonight. I could never leave without saying goodbye to you.”

“I’d like that,” Jungkook admits. “There’s no one else I’d rather have come in and stay until the barkeep throws them out.”

“I hope not anyone besides me,” Namjoon huffs, knowing he sounds absolutely ridiculous. 

Namjoon leaves Jungkook’s home with promises to return later that night. It’s early afternoon now and he suspects Hoseok and Seokjin have read Jimin’s report and will want to talk strategy and make plans for their departure. He isn’t extremely keen on leaving so soon but his duties come first. 

Besides, the sooner he gets this job done, the sooner he can come back. He plans to take some time off after he finds the prince and returns to this town to stay far longer than two days. 

Namjoon doesn’t waste a second in gathering all his gifts for Jungkook later that night. He made sure they were all beautifully wrapped in hopes of sweeping Jungkook off his feet. He desperately wants to impress Jungkook after all and thinks Jungkook deserves the best. His biggest gift is a bottle of makgeolli the king gifted him and he’s quite happy with himself about that now that Jungkook has revealed how much he enjoys it.

With that, he makes his way to the tavern after having packed his things since he and his friends have planned for an early departure.

It seems that luck is on Namjoon’s side tonight because the tavern isn’t too crowded or busy when he arrives. Most travelers don’t linger too long since the winter is only growing harsher with each passing day. It’s mostly the regular patrons in the tavern now.

Namjoon takes off his heavy coat and cleans his boots before making his way to an empty table. He’s got the makgeolli tucked under his arm for safekeeping.

Jungkook spots him soon enough from where he’d been cleaning dirty tables. He smiles, giving Namjoon a warm greeting as he finishes his duties.

Namjoon grins back, curling two fingers to call him over. 

Jungkook doesn’t waste a second in setting down the rag he was cleaning with down and walking over.

“Hi good evening,” Jungkook says, smiling so big it must hurt. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you this soon.”

“Well, I guess tonight’s your lucky night, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon teases. “I told you I’d come see you before I leave tomorrow morning.”

“Where are you heading?” Jungkook asks him.

Namjoon sighs. “South,” he admits. “Hopefully for a quick trip.”

“The southern part of the kingdom is lovely,” Jungkook comments. “You think the prince is hiding down there?”

“Something like that…” Namjoon admits. “But more importantly, are you working until the tavern closes tonight?”

Jungkook leans from side to side. “Is there a reason you’re asking?”

Namjoon grins. “Maybe, answer my question and find out.”

“Tempting,” Jungkook smiles right back. He glances behind him at the barkeep. “Let me go see what my boss has to say, and I’ll let you know.”

Namjoon stands up and shakes his head. He hands Jungkook the bottle of makgeolli. “No, let me go ask him, it’s only fair since I’m the one stealing you away for the night.” He smiles as Jungkook unwraps the bottle. “Just a little something I brought you while I was traveling.”

He doesn’t wait to see Jungkook’s reaction, finding it too nerve-wracking, instead, he goes over to the barkeep. The man is easy to convince, all it takes is a bag of coins and Jungkook is free for the night. So, what if the barkeep ripped him off, Namjoon likes Jungkook, wants to get to know him better, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen. He wouldn’t be trying so hard if Jungkook wasn’t equally as interested. 

It’s rather obvious now to him now, especially when he looks over and sees Jungkook admiring the bottle of makgeolli with bright eyes, turning it over in his hands. He has a small smile on his face, looking oddly nostalgic. 

Namjoon feels his stomach flip at the sight. He takes a deep breath and walks back over to the table, taking the liberty of placing his hand on Jungkook’s arm. “You’re free for the night,” he happily says.

Jungkook glances back at the barkeep, narrowing his eyes as he keeps the bottle close to his chest. “I’m just going to go ahead and assume there was bribery involved.”

“Maybe,” Namjoon admits, with not a single ounce of shame in his voice. “But don’t worry too much about it.”

Jungkook just shakes his head and goes to get his coat so they can go. He doesn’t waste a single second in leading Namjoon back to his cozy home. And Namjoon, he eagerly follows behind Jungkook. At this point, he’s certain he’d follow him anywhere.

They enter Jungkook’s home and shed their coats, with Jungkook placing the bottle on the table before going over to relight the fire to warm the area.

Namjoon takes off his gloves and tries to warm his fingers by rubbing his hands together. He follows Jungkook, standing in front of the fire, watching the embers flicker across his face, making Jungkook’s expressions visible in the dimly lit home. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon says. “I have something else for you.” He hands Jungkook another wrapped package. The scene feels extremely romantic, with both of them standing in front of the fireplace. They’re standing so close together that Namjoon is certain that if he reached out just a bit further, he could graze Jungkook’s arm with his fingers if he wanted to. 

“You brought these for me?” Jungkook asks, unwrapping the package. There’s a smile pulling at his lips, one that reaches his eyes and makes them appear even more bright. “You didn’t have to!”

“They reminded me of you,” Namjoon confesses. “Of course, I had to.”

Jungkook smiles, looking close to tears. “I love it, thank you, so much.”

Namjoon swallows. “I just want to make you happy.”

“You do, more than I’ve felt in a long time,” Jungkook promises, looking over at Namjoon. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“It’s all worth it, just to make you smile,” Namjoon admits, telling him more than he should.

“You must really enjoy my service if you’re bringing me presents all the way back from the capital,” Jungkook says, laughing softly.

“I do,” Namjoon confesses. “I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t.”

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he looks down at the package. “Namjoon-ssi…what if I’m not what you think?” He asks, sounding oddly serious for a moment.

“How could you not be?” Namjoon chuckles, feeling slightly confused at the question. He watches Jungkook set the present down at a small table. “If I can be blunt with you, Jungkook-ah…I don’t think it’s possible for my infatuation to fade, not even a little bit at this point.”

Jungkook nods, tracing over one of the items with his fingers before he walks back over. “You know, sometimes emotions can blind us to life’s realities, at least that’s what my mother used to say.”

“Then consider me blind,” Namjoon says, stepping closer. “I like you, and to me, that’s enough. You don’t have to be anything but yourself for that to happen.”

“You do not know me,” Jungkook argues, not moving back, instead leaning his head back to meet Namjoon’s gaze, not the least bit shy. He’s a challenge, one that Namjoon is eager to take on. 

“Then, let me know you, it’s simple,” Namjoon tries to reason. “Unless you don’t enjoy my company then that’s a completely different story.”

Jungkook looks away. “I do enjoy it enough,” he whispers. “Maybe more than I should.”

“You like me, I like you, I don’t understand. What’s holding you back?” Namjoon keeps pressing. “Let yourself be happy, we only live once after all, you said that yourself.”

“It’s not that I have fear,” Jungkook admits but the words seem to hit him harder than he cares to admit. “But what you will think once you see the reality of our situation.”

“There is absolutely nothing you could say to make my feelings for you change,” Namjoon swears, reaching forward to grab Jungkook’s hand and linking their fingers together. Jungkook’s fingers are warm and soft against his own, making Namjoon’s heart pound in his chest at the proximity. “I promise.”

Jungkook looks down at their hands. “I’ve known about your feelings towards me for a while now,” he admits.

“Have you?” Namjoon asks, running his thumb along Jungkook’s knuckles. “You never commented on it. I thought you weren’t interested if I’m being honest myself.”

“I thought I’d made my interest obvious,” Jungkook laughs, squeezing Namjoon’s hand in his grip. He’s playing a dangerous game with Namjoon because once they start, Namjoon isn’t sure he can ever stop. “Once you know me, it won’t matter, not anymore.”

“You say this like you’re the runaway,” Namjoon tries to joke, bringing Jungkook’s hand up to his lips to kiss. “As if you’re my own destruction.”

Jungkook says nothing, just lets Namjoon walk him back against one of the walls in the small home. “Is that what you fear?” Jungkook starts to pry. “Me being the one you’ve been hunting and have failed at doing so?”

Namjoon shakes his head, nipping at one of Jungkook’s fingers before soothing it over with a swipe of his tongue. “I do not fear the runaway prince, maybe he should fear me instead.”

“You say that, but you haven’t even managed to make progress toward finding him,” Jungkook reminds him once his back meets the wall. “Who knows, maybe the reputation that precedes you shouldn’t.” He pouts as if he isn’t purposely trying to rile Namjoon up. “Big, bad mercenary, and yet, he can’t hunt down one, spoiled prince.”

“You defend him like you know him,” Namjoon hisses, letting his hand drop Jungkook’s hand and move to caress his face. “I will hunt him down,” he affirms through clenched teeth.

Jungkook just laughs when Namjoon slides his hand further down to wrap around his throat, gently pressing his fingers into Jungkook’s skin. “Are you sure about that?” He meets Namjoon’s gaze, not backing down. Instead, reaching his own hand forward to wrap around Namjoon’s wrist. “You said the prince was cowardly. Do you still believe that?”

“Perhaps,” Namjoon confesses, caressing the skin of Jungkook’s throat with his fingers. “Don’t you agree?”

Jungkook shakes his head, well, tries, with the grip Namjoon has on his throat.

“Why not?” Namjoon asks. Jungkook isn’t afraid to challenge him, and it makes heavy arousal flood in Namjoon’s stomach.

“Because the prince must know by now the best methods to deal with those who believe they know more than him,” Jungkook confesses. “Eventually, everyone against him will give up and he can live peacefully.”

Namjoon chuckles and leans his head forward until they’re only about a breath apart. “Not if I hunt him down first.”

Jungkook runs his hand down Namjoon’s arm to his chest, gripping the fabric of his top between his fingers. “Hunt him down then, before he really tests your patience and makes you give in,” he grins.

“Do you really believe I would give up so easily?” Namjoon asks him, pulling him closer by the throat. “I would never.”

Jungkook purses his lips and raises Namjoon’s shirt so he can trace one of the scars with the tip of his finger, leaving a path of pure want in his wake. “No, because you’ve told me time and time again how much you enjoy the hunt. It’s the prince running that makes it worth it, right?”

“You know it is,” Namjoon whispers, letting his breath fan over Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook only stares at Namjoon with bright eyes before closing the distance between them. Namjoon honest to every god in the universe moans and slides his hand to the back of Jungkook’s neck to grip him by the nape. He kisses Jungkook like he’s a starved man who’s finally been given a royal feast. Jungkook is instantly responding, moving his other hand to grip Namjoon’s hair, clearly just as desperate to get his hands on the mercenary. 

The kiss is impatient, much like Namjoon himself but he can’t help it, he’s been waiting months for this. Jungkook is walking temptation and Namjoon is only human. He’s weak to his desires. He wraps his other arm around Jungkook, pressing their bodies close together. He wants to feel Jungkook against him, wants there to be no space left between them, and no part of him left unexplored. He’s been fantasizing about this since the day he met Jungkook, envisioning what Jungkook’s mouth would taste like and what he would feel like in Namjoon’s arms. The kiss tastes like the tea Jungkook bought earlier at the market and it’s a taste Namjoon wants to engrave to memory.

Namjoon is a man on a mission as he kisses Jungkook, and he takes all his missions to heart, especially this one. He’s practically devouring Jungkook as if he’s some wild beast of a man, running his tongue along Jungkook’s teeth and tongue, eager for a taste. He must be doing something right because there haven’t been any protests, so he keeps going, eager to satisfy until he’s the only thought left in Jungkook’s mind. He lets go of Jungkook’s nape, but even then, Jungkook stays still which only makes Namjoon’s appetite grow even more. It’s like they’re forbidden lovers, with how sloppy they’re kissing, how hard they’re groping at each other, and how lewd the noises they’re making are. Namjoon groans as he shoves his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth, licking over his teeth just to have another taste of him.

Jungkook tastes as divine as he looks and Namjoon can feel his cock grow harder with every soft noise, he pulls out of Jungkook, and it’s making him weak in the knees. Perhaps he’s getting greedy as he nips at Jungkook’s lips, trying his best to soothe over the bite every time but it can’t be helped.  

Slowly, Namjoon unwraps his arm from around Jungkook and moves both his hands down to Jungkook’s thighs. Eager hands grip the flesh still covered by fabric and squeeze, pressing his fingers into the toned muscle just to make Jungkook sharply inhale as he tangles his hands in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon grins as he hoists Jungkook up by the thighs, sliding his hands all over towards his ass that’s just as full and thick as Namjoon envisioned it to be when he’d steal glances at it. There’s also the fact that he might be trying to show off his strength a little, wanting Jungkook to see that, yes, he is strong and will hunt that spoiled prince down, even if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Namjoon continues to devour Jungkook with kisses, not giving him a moment to catch up. His hands are gripping Jungkook’s ass so hard to keep him close and it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Jungkook lets go of Namjoon’s hair to wrap his arms tight around Namjoon’s neck instead.

“Eager for the hunt, are you?” Jungkook pants against Namjoon’s lips, running a hand through Namjoon’s hair, giving it a harsh tug, one that makes Namjoon’s cock throb in his pants. The feeling of Jungkook’s fingers is heavenly, making Namjoon groan and pull him into another kiss. Jungkook’s fingers are thin and long with trimmed nails that skim through Namjoon’s hair, making the mercenary want more, so much more. He wants to eat Jungkook alive. 

Namjoon keeps one firm arm holding Jungkook up against the wall while his other hand slides up Jungkook’s top, desperate to feel the skin hidden there. His fingers are eager, caressing the warm skin there like he’s some sort of rabid, possessive animal but he can’t help it, he’s lusted after Jungkook for months and now, Jungkook is spread out for the taking, just for Namjoon. So many nights spent dreaming of this moment, awake and asleep, only to have to jack off to the thought of the tavern maid, knowing Jungkook was nowhere near him. Now, they’re here, together and he’s all Namjoon’s.

Jungkook is soft to the touch, skin warm and firm under Namjoon’s greedy hand that skims all over his abdomen up to his chest, pinching one of his nipples because he can. Because the hiss Jungkook gives him is worth it, making Namjoon suck Jungkook’s bottom lip into his mouth and graze teeth over it. A selfish part of Namjoon hopes this night engraves itself into Jungkook’s mind and he never forgets the mercenary’s touch and always remembers their time together. Because Namjoon can’t envision Jungkook doing this with someone else, he thinks he might go mad at the thought.

Namjoon pulls away, impatiently unbuttoning Jungkook’s top with one hand, ripping half of the buttons in the process. “I enjoy you,” he confesses, answering Jungkook’s earlier teasing. His hand comes up to Jungkook’s face and he lets his thumb swipe across his lips before pressing it inside his mouth and down on his tongue. “I’d hunt you down, just run and I’ll find you,” he growls, trying to catch his breath, not that Jungkook is much better. His face is flushed and he’s panting. 

Jungkook chuckles and closes his mouth around Namjoon’s thumb. Namjoon grins, readjusting his grip on Jungkook as he watches his swollen lips, shiny with Namjoon’s spit wrap around his thumb and sucks, just to tease. Jungkook swipes his tongue along Namjoon’s thumb before opening his mouth again. Namjoon takes the opportunity and pulls his hand out, grabbing Jungkook’s chin instead to tilt his head up. 

“And just what makes you think you’d catch me if you haven’t even caught the crown prince?” Jungkook pants, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. “Tell me, Namjoon-ssi.”

Jungkook is playing with fire, but he doesn’t seem to be afraid of the flames, not with the way he riles Namjoon up. He wants to make Namjoon feel challenged, wants to poke the beast, and well, Namjoon is all too willing to indulge him. He’s competitive by nature and Jungkook seems to know exactly what buttons to push to make that feeling roar to the surface. 

“I’d find you,” Namjoon whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple and running his lips all over the skin. “Then I’d make you submit, just like everyone else that runs from me.”

Jungkook gasps at the feeling of Namjoon’s mouth on him. “Is that how you take all your bounties?”

“Only the ones I’m interested in,” Namjoon confesses, sliding his hand down and back to wrap around Jungkook’s nape. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, if you don’t want the repercussions.”

“Maybe I do,” Jungkook whispers.  

Namjoon leans in again to run his nose up and down Jungkook’s neck. “Don’t think you know me as well as you think you do, Jungkook.”

Jungkook just leans further back, baring more of his neck almost like he’s daring the mercenary to go further, to bite him, to mark him. “I’d like to think I know you well enough.”

“Let me have you, then,” Namjoon whispers against his neck, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s throat, near his Adam’s apple. “Be mine, just for tonight,” he all but begs.

Jungkook doesn’t give him a verbal answer, instead, threads his fingers through Namjoon’s hair and pulls his face towards his own, meeting him in another desperate kiss and well, Namjoon knows an invitation when he sees one. He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Namjoon readjusts his hold on Jungkook, sliding his other hand down his back and over his ass, giving him a generous squeeze before placing it under his thigh. He slowly walks them over to the small bed in the room and drops Jungkook down onto it, following right after him. 

Jungkook looks disheveled, with his face flushed and top ripped open. The expression on his face is amused, like he’s waiting to see what Namjoon will do next. And well, Namjoon is eager to please, never one to disappoint. He watches as Jungkook grabs something off the bed and holds it up for Namjoon to see. It’s a slender container of olive oil. “Can’t say I didn’t expect this tonight,” Jungkook admits, smiling as he watches Namjoon’s expression.

Namjoon only huffs and proceeds to manhandle Jungkook onto his stomach. “You prepared?” He asks, already knowing the answer by the mischievous look Jungkook had given him just a few seconds ago.

“Yes,” Jungkook admits, gasping when Namjoon pulls him by the hips until only the upper half of his body remains on the bed. “Wouldn’t be much of a hunt if I hadn’t.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “Oh, you’re bad.” He makes quick work of pulling Jungkook’s pants and whatever else he’s wearing underneath down his legs with rushed motions. The room is dark, only lit by the fire on the other side, letting touch override sight for the time being and only adding to the anticipation. He lets his fingers run up and down Jungkook’s exposed skin. Jungkook is beautiful to the touch. He’s plump with smooth skin with his own scars here and there that Namjoon can’t help but be enthralled by. Namjoon feels the goosebumps rise on Jungkook’s skin as he skims his hands over him. He drops down to his knees, wanting to worship Jungkook the way he deserves.

His hands move to grip Jungkook’s thighs and spread them apart. He drops his head forward and presses his lips to the inside of one of Jungkook’s thighs, greedily digging his teeth in just to make Jungkook squirm. Namjoon knows he’s being insatiable, but he can’t help it, only continuing to feast as he mouths his way up Jungkook’s thigh. He lets himself bite down once or twice, just to hear Jungkook’s gasp and his body jerk under Namjoon’s hands and mouth. 

Namjoon keeps working his way up until he’s just below the swell of Jungkook’s ass and he nuzzles against it, practically burying his face into the thick flesh. He lets himself be mean, just this once, letting his teeth sink in before he’s swiping the ache with his tongue, sloppily lapping at the skin. His hands are holding Jungkook still, but Namjoon has a feeling that it’s all voluntary and not because Namjoon is keeping him in place. Namjoon has a feeling that Jungkook doesn’t usually give in this easily, even if he is wearing a plug made of what looks like jewels. Now, where would a tavern maid get something like that? Well, Namjoon isn’t about to ruin the mood and ask, it’s not like he hasn’t done his fair share of stealing here and there when the situation calls for it.

He lets go of Jungkook’s asscheek slowly, making a loud smacking sound echo in the room. He can’t help but look down at the bite he left and trace over it with his finger, the indent of his teeth, and the dark red bruise that’s blossoming on the skin. He wants to pull the buttplug out, but he doesn’t want to rush this…not after waiting this long. No, he wants to draw this out and make it good and memorable for both of them.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook calls out to him, reaching a hand back to grip Namjoon’s hair in a death grip, demanding his attention. 

Namjoon, however, snags Jungkook’s wrist and presses it against his back. His hold isn’t strong but it’s a silent order more than anything. “Jungkook-ah,” he whispers. “Call me hyung.”

Jungkook only huffs into the sheets but doesn’t protest, if anything pushes himself back against Namjoon more, silently demanding he gets a move on. “Fine, hyung, I’m waiting.”

Namjoon drops his hold on Jungkook’s wrist and instead, focuses his attention back on his luxurious ass that’s just begging for Namjoon’s attention. He grabs Jungkook’s ass and spreads him, nothing to the imagination. It seems that Jungkook wasn’t teasing when he said he’s prepared himself and Namjoon doesn’t wait any longer to gently pull the plug out of Jungkook, making him sharply inhale.

“Aren’t you going to ask me where I got it?” Jungkook mumbles. “I know you’re wondering.”

Namjoon tosses the plug aside and spreads Jungkook again, giving himself an ample view of Jungkook’s hole which makes Namjoon’s cock twitch in anticipation. He’s already hard and can feel himself leaking precum. “Now, why would I do that?” Namjoon huffs. “Do I look like a man who likes to share?”

Jungkook laughs softly into the sheets. “Fair enough.” He’s trying to lay still but Namjoon can see him rubbing against the bedding, eager for friction against his own cock. Well, Jungkook will have to wait because this can’t end as soon as they start because where’s the fun in that?

“I’ll be delusional and pretend it’s all for me,” Namjoon whispers as he leans closer. God, Jungkook smells divine, like rich perfume from the capital and he’s soft, freshly bathed, and pampered. It’s obvious now that Jungkook was expecting this to happen, and Namjoon fell right into his trap. Oh well, so be it then because Namjoon certainly isn’t complaining.

Namjoon dips his head closer and drops his face in between Jungkook’s ass, spitting between the cleft to add to the mess of oil Jungkook had used to stretch himself for the plug earlier. The sight turns Namjoon on, even more, watching his spit make Jungkook’s hole shiny. He’s playing dirty but it's hard when he has Jungkook right where he wants him. He drops his face down and buries it in the maid tavern’s ass, keeping Jungkook in place with the grip he has on his ass.  

His face is smushed between Jungkook’s ass and his tongue is ramming, swiping, and lapping at Jungkook’s hole, making sloppy, loud slurping sounds. Namjoon is relentless and he spits, sucks, licks, and bites to his heart’s content making Jungkook become a mess of noises on the bed, trying to stay still but finding the task difficult when Namjoon is eating him out like they won’t live another day.

“Hyung,” Jungkook moans, reaching back to grip Namjoon’s hair and holding tight this time. He practically shoves Namjoon’s face deeper into his ass and Namjoon is happy to follow orders. He licks deeper, making Jungkook wiggle more. “More, more, more,” he mumbles like a mantra, and who is Namjoon to deny him?

Namjoon is gone, he’s devouring Jungkook like a starving man. He’s kneading Jungkook’s ass with impatient fingers, making Jungkook drool and choke on his groans. He pushes his tongue past the rim of muscle, making Jungkook practically scream.

Finally, Namjoon shows mercy and pulls away before Jungkook goes over the edge. “Was that good?” He asks, already knowing the answer if Jungkook’s noises and movements were any indicators.  

Jungkook twists his head back to look at him and there’s a hard flush on his cheeks, with his mouth parted open. “Yes,” he pants, focusing his glazed-over eyes on Namjoon who only grins at him. 

Namjoon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, bringing it down to land a hard smack on Jungkook’s ass a second later. It makes a sharp sound resonate throughout the room, making Namjoon’s cock press against the fabric of his pants ever harder and Jungkook sharply exhales.

“Weren’t you going to run?” Namjoon teases, referencing back to their early conversation. “I thought you weren’t easy prey to catch.” He reaches over and grabs the container, generously slicking his fingers with the oil. He rubs his hands together, warming it to the best of his ability. He wants to make this good, wants—needs to make Jungkook scream and see stars.

Jungkook pushes his arms out in front of him and drops down to lie on his chest, he doesn’t waste a second in pushing his ass out. “Hard to run when you’re treating me this nice,” he teases, laughing when Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s shirt, or at least what remains of it, and tugs it off, ungraciously ripping the fabric. Namjoon tosses it to the floor and leaves Jungkook naked, entirely exposed to Namjoon. The sight makes Namjoon’s mouth water. 

He places both of his hands on Jungkook’s lower back, spreading his fingers and running them all over, oiling the skin once he deems the oil warm enough. It leaves Jungkook slick and smooth. Namjoon crawls onto the bed and laps his tongue over the skin of Jungkook’s back, dipping his tongue into the dimples above his ass just because he can.

The movement must tickle because Jungkook huffs a little, fisting the sheets. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Namjoon whispers into Jungkook’s skin, sliding one hand down Jungkook’s left thigh to spread the oil. He grips the flesh, smacking the skin before moving his fingers toward Jungkook’s hole. 

Namjoon takes his time, circling Jungkook’s rim, letting the fresh oil spread and combine with the mess of oil and spit from before, teasing more than anything as he works Jungkook open. Jungkook pushes back against him which only makes Namjoon press his fingers harder.

Jungkook reaches for the container of oil, wrapping slim fingers around it. He dips his fingers in and coats them. “Namjoon,” he pants, pushing back against him to get his message across, it’s his turn to play.

Namjoon presses one last quick bite to Jungkook’s ass before moving back and pulling his fingers out. 

Jungkook turns on the bed, sitting up and reaching out his clean hand to grab at Namjoon’s pants. Namjoon lets him do as he pleases and starts undoing his belt to help Jungkook take off his pants and briefs. Namjoon’s cock is aching and he’s eager for attention.

“C’mere, hyung,” Jungkook softly orders him, urging Namjoon closer. He pats a spot near him, inviting Namjoon to get on the bed. “Let your bounty take care of you, now.” He’s smiling, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

Namjoon just huffs and sheds his shirt, tossing the material away, leaving him bare. He follows, climbing on the bed and sitting against the wall where Jungkook wants him, spreading his legs and waiting for Jungkook to come join him. 

Jungkook, it appears, is a force to be reckoned with. He makes his way over, laying back onto his stomach and crawling over, naked towards Namjoon’s lap. The sight is sensual, making Namjoon wrap his hand around his cock and jerk himself off as he watches Jungkook approach. 

Namjoon reaches his free hand out and grips Jungkook’s throat, pulling him closer so he has to sit on his knees beside the mercenary. “Mine,” he says, even if it's just for the night. 

Jungkook just smiles, batting Namjoon’s hand away and wrapping his own hand around Namjoon’s cock instead, letting the oil slick his cock up. Jungkook slides his hand up and down, squeezing Namjoon’s cock from head to base. The oil makes the glide easy, and it makes Jungkook’s hand feel warm on Namjoon’s cock. Jungkook’s fingers pay attention to every inch of his cock, letting the oil drip down to Namjoon’s balls. He keeps eye contact with Namjoon through it all, wanting to drink in every emotion and response from the man. 

“You look so good,” Namjoon confesses, watching Jungkook drop down to nuzzle Namjoon’s cock with his pouty lips while he continues to jerk him off. Jungkook starts off easy, lapping with his tongue where his fingers can’t reach. His tongue is warm and soft, even better than his hand, making Namjoon inhale sharply.

Jungkook guides the head of Namjoon’s cock towards his mouth, sucking it in and messily licking at it. He starts taking more into his mouth, slowly moving his head up and down. He works Namjoon with his mouth with drool dripping out of the sides of his lips. Namjoon groans, fisting his hand in Jungkook’s fluffy hair and shoving his head down the rest of the way. He can feel Jungkook gag around him, squeezing him. It’s heavenly. 

Namjoon pants as he watches Jungkook hollow his cheeks as he continues to suck him off. He can feel his hips twitch, aching to fuck up into Jungkook’s mouth and choke him, especially when Namjoon feels the whiny sounds that leave him around his cock, but he can’t. 

Jungkook’s hands brace themselves against Namjoon’s legs, trying to keep him from moving so much. He’s trying to finish the task at hand, more like in his mouth but Namjoon isn’t making things easy. Jungkook keeps bobbing his head, taking more and more of Namjoon’s cock until it hits the back of his throat. 

“Jungkook,” Namjoon moans, tugging on Jungkook’s hair. “Fuck, you’re so good, so fucking good,” he praises him. He’s not going to last if this is the pace Jungkook is setting. “The fucking best.” And he means it, every word of it.

Jungkook hums around his cock, swirling his tongue. It’s messy but the look on Namjoon’s face is worth it. There are tears in Jungkook’s eyes as he swallows Namjoon down until he gags again. 

“So beautiful,” Namjoon keeps praising him, pushing Jungkook’s bangs out of his face to get a better look at him. “Fuck, where have you been all my life?”

Jungkook pops off his cock. There’s a line of saliva connecting his mouth to the head of Namjoon’s cock. He licks his lips to clean the spit and precum. The sight is erotic, making Namjoon almost cum all over Jungkook’s face. It wouldn’t be a bad sight, covering every inch of Jungkook’s face and smearing the mess all over him. 

He bends forward to pull Jungkook into a kiss. He can taste his precum in Jungkook’s mouth. It’s salty but downright sweet since it comes out of the prettiest mouth Namjoon has ever had the pleasure of seeing. Jungkook moans into the kiss, melting into putty in Namjoon’s hands. Namjoon holds him close and tries to savor the taste as they kiss. It’s messy and desperate with spit running down their chins.

“Your turn,” Namjoon says against Jungkook’s lips. He leans back against the wall, manhandling Jungkook to sit in his lap with his back against Namjoon’s chest. Jungkook’s legs are thrown over Namjoon’s thighs, spreading him open. His head is resting against Namjoon’s shoulder, giving Namjoon more than enough room to suck on Jungkook’s neck. 

He wraps one arm tight around Jungkook’s waist to keep him still and his other hand, still covered in oil, reaches down to probe at Jungkook’s hole, making him squirm in Namjoon’s lap. Namjoon’s pointer finger and middle finger slowly fuck into Jungkook, making a loud squelch echo in the room as he holds Jungkook against his chest. The motion makes Jungkook moan, and only results in making Namjoon move his hand faster. Jungkook is at Namjoon’s mercy like this, only fueling Namjoon’s infatuation towards him even more.

“Take it,” Namjoon whispers against his neck, licking over another bite mark on his skin. He pumps his fingers faster, feeling Jungkook arch against him. He starts scissoring his fingers, occasionally spreading them to open Jungkook up more. Jungkook is a mess in his lap already, lulling his head all over Namjoon’s shoulder as he gets fucked open. He’s drooling, with his eyes sealed shut and eyebrows furrowed. 

Namjoon drinks up the sight of him like this, feeling arousal burn in the pit of his stomach knowing that only he gets to see Jungkook like this, at least for tonight. He presses his lips to Jungkook’s cheek, running his mouth all over the warm skin. “You’re doing so good,” he confesses. “You’re so good for me, taking me so well, Jungkook-ah.”

He keeps his arm wrapped around Jungkook, pressing their bodies together, letting him feel Jungkook’s hot skin against his own. He lifts his head up, looking down at Jungkook’s body, admiring him in the dimly lit room. There’s a thin layer of sweat covering him, making his bangs stick to his pink face. Namjoon smiles, blowing air all over Jungkook’s face to help ease the heat. He pulls his fingers out, slowly running them up Jungkook’s body. He lets them linger over Jungkook’s cock, making him squirm at the feeling. The touches are feather light, mostly to tease. He likes watching Jungkook’s cock twitch against his fingers, already hard and leaking. Jungkook looks so desperate like this and fuck, if it isn’t slowly becoming one of Namjoon’s fantasies. Jungkook is too pretty to be edged but Namjoon is a sadist. 

Namjoon slides his hand further up, twisting one of Jungkook’s nipples between his fingers, tugging on it, and then the other. It makes Jungkook throw his head back, choking on another groan. “Namjoon, hyung, fuck,” he practically whines. “I want you!”

“I’m yours,” Namjoon confesses. He turns his head, catching Jungkook’s mouth in a lazy kiss that’s mostly him licking into Jungkook’s mouth. The taste of Jungkook’s mouth is addicting, especially when it's accompanied by the moans Jungkook makes, delivering them right into Namjoon’s mouth as if they belong there. Jungkook is so sweet and for tonight, it’s all for Namjoon, only for him. He reaches down and wraps his hand around Jungkook’s cock, slowly jerking him off while they kiss.

“Mine,” Jungkook growls, biting at Namjoon’s lower lip. He bats Namjoon’s hands away and reaches his own hands down to grab Namjoon’s cock with one, messily dipping his other hand into the container of oil and using it to slick the man up. He wastes no time, jerking Namjoon off to cover his cock with oil, slowly guiding it over to his hole. 

“Yours.” Namjoon grins against Jungkook’s mouth, reaching his hands down to hoist Jungkook up by the back of the thighs. It gives Jungkook the leverage he needs to rub the blunt head of Namjoon’s cock against his entrance. It’s a tight fit but that was anticipated. Namjoon groans into Jungkook’s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, slowly lowering him onto his cock. He takes his time, giving Jungkook’s thighs a firm squeeze when he feels just how hot and tight it is inside of him. 

Finally, Namjoon bottoms out, sitting Jungkook nicely flushed onto his lap. He gives Jungkook time to adjust, swallowing whatever soft sounds leave his mouth as he kisses him again. Then, before he can stop himself, he smacks the side of Jungkook’s thigh, making him tighten around Namjoon’s cock.

“Earlier,” Namjoon whispers, groaning when Jungkook shifts in his lap. “When you said you’d run from me,” he says. “You said I wouldn’t be able to hunt you down.” He licks at Jungkook’s chin. “But you and I both know that was a lie because you know as well as I do that, I will find you, always,” he swears. 

From there, it’s game on. Namjoon repositions his hands under Jungkook’s thighs so he can bring him up and down with easy, fluid motions. He’s fucking him like sort some of deprived, possessive animal, fast and rough. He’s impatient but from the sounds, Jungkook is making, he isn’t the only one that’s eager for this.

“Cockiness…  is what gets you killed, mercenary,” Jungkook moans, breath hitching as he’s moved up and down. He’s gripping onto the underneath of Namjoon’s forehands like his life depends on it.

Namjoon keeps fucking him but laughs at Jungkook’s words. The sound sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine, making him tighten around Namjoon’s cock. “You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he growls, burrowing his face in Jungkook’s neck when one of Jungkook’s hands comes up and threads through Namjoon’s hair. 

“Is that so?” Jungkook huffs, closing his eyes when Namjoon slams him down. “What will you do then? When you find me?” He asks, choking on half the words.

Namjoon licks up Jungkook’s neck, dropping one of Jungkook’s thighs to wrap his arm around his waist. He surges forward, sending them both tumbling onto the bed all while keeping his arm tight around Jungkook to hold him close. He lands on top of Jungkook, still inside of him. Jungkook groans, scrambling to hold himself up on the bed with his hands. 

Namjoon wastes no time, gripping Jungkook’s hips and pulling his ass up. It’s a beautiful sight, with his ass tinted a dark pink from Namjoon’s ruthless mouth and hands. 

“I would capture you, just like any other bounty,” Namjoon answers his earlier question, climbing over Jungkook, pressing his chest to the man’s back. He wraps an arm around Jungkook’s waist and leans down to bite at his shoulders. “I would make you submit.”

“You really think you’re strong enough to hunt me down?” Jungkook asks, laughing.  

“Yes,” Namjoon admits, no doubt in his voice. “Why? Do you underestimate me?” He laughs, letting his other hand grip at one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks, kneading the skin before smacking down on it. It makes Jungkook choke on his breath and Namjoon start to thrust into him. 

“You think you can capture me, but you haven’t even found the crown prince,” Jungkook practically groans when Namjoon’s hand keeps smacking and soothing his skin.

“So, you keep reminding me,” Namjoon sighs. “But I don’t doubt myself, Jungkook-ah, not even a little. Because once I find you and him, I will not give in so easily, pretty tavern maid or spoiled prince. You’re all mine for the taking, especially you.”

Jungkook reaches a hand back and presses Namjoon’s head into his neck, craving the proximity. “Show me then, if you’re so strong, mercenary.”

“You tease,” Namjoon whispers against Jungkook’s neck, mouthing all over the skin as he fucks into him. “But give me the chance and I will break you.”

“I’ve never been broken so maybe if you’re feeling generous, do me the honors,” Jungkook answers, no fear in his voice, only amusement as he throws his ass back making Namjoon grunt.

“Your wish is my command,” Namjoon promises, grinning confidently against Jungkook’s neck. “I know I can please you.”  He pulls back, sitting up on his knees as he keeps thrusting into Jungkook. The sight is erotic, with Jungkook’s ass jiggling with every thrust. It’s mesmerizing, watching his cock disappear inside of Jungkook with every thrust. He threads his hand through Jungkook’s fluffy hair and pulls his head back, making him arch against Namjoon. It takes all of Namjoon’s power not to blow his load right then and there.

Jungkook has fascinated Namjoon since he first saw him and now, he’s being handed the opportunity to impress on a silver platter. Namjoon has never taken wasted an opportunity and he isn’t about to start now. He wants Jungkook to remember him and long for him, to think back on their time together and crave his presence. Everything about Jungkook dawns Namjoon in, his eyes so bright and big, nothing like he’s ever seen on a person before. His hair, so fluffy and thick enough that Namjoon can pull and yank with no protest. Then there are his legs, smooth and long, that lead to his ass, an ass that Namjoon has dreamt of more than once. He’d worship it every second of the day, if possible, would bury himself in, fucking him or eating him out, until he died because what better way to go is there?

Then there’s Jungkook’s face, so enamoring to look at when he smiles and even better when it's scrunched up from Namjoon’s cock, mouth, and fingers. The best sight however is watching Jungkook fall to his knees and take Namjoon’s cock into his mouth. Having Jungkook at his mercy is addicting and Namjoon doesn’t know how he’s supposed to leave tomorrow. Not when he’s seen Jungkook with his hands around Namjoon’s cock, with his slim fingers wrapped around him and working him better than anyone ever has. Jungkook is very talented, and Namjoon wants to see just how knowledgeable he truly is. 

Namjoon feels himself get desperate the longer he fucks Jungkook.

“Make me yours,” Jungkook moans from underneath him. “Do it, hyung, do it.”

Namjoon only starts to thrust harder into him and builds a rougher pace. Who is he to deny Jungkook anything? It doesn’t take long for him to cum, spilling right into Jungkook. He’s panting and holding Jungkook still. That definitely wasn’t the plan but it's too late now and Jungkook certainly doesn’t seem to be protesting. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon tries to calm his erratic breathing. “You’re divine.”

“Already?” Jungkook teases, looking over his shoulder with a flushed face. “Weren’t you so strong, hyung?”

Jungkook pulls away, letting Namjoon’s cock slip out of him, and with that, cum is leaking out of his hole and down his thighs. Namjoon just watches, enamored as it leaks. It’s hot, definitely one of the best views he’s ever had the pleasure of witnessing. 

Namjoon tries to catch his breath, reaching his hands out to touch Jungkook again. 

“Now, hyung,” Jungkook starts to say, pressing his hands to Namjoon’s chest to push him flat against his back. “Stay still.” He crawls onto Namjoon, swinging a leg over and sitting down on Namjoon’s abdomen. He runs his hands all over Namjoon’s chest, feeling every scar with soft touches. “We’re not done yet,” he lets the mercenary know, reaching a hand back to stroke Namjoon back to hardness. He’s focused on the task at hand, working Namjoon with quick movements, wasting no time. 

Namjoon can only watch with parted lips, placing his hands on Jungkook’s hips. He’s enamored with him. Jungkook looks so pretty on his lap, with cum all over his thighs from earlier. Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to run his fingers through it while Jungkook strokes him. He smears the cum all over Jungkook’s skin, leaving streaks all over. It’s stupid and possessive because Jungkook is not his because he can certainly pretend. 

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, guiding Namjoon’s hard cock towards his entrance again once it’s up and running again after a few minutes. And Namjoon thanks whatever Gods watch over him that he could bounce back because he doesn’t know what he would’ve done if he hadn’t gotten hard again. They definitely owe him one, especially after this wild goose chase the stupid, spoiled crown prince has sent him on.

Namjoon moves his hands back to Jungkook’s hips, caressing the skin there as he watches Jungkook sink down on his cock. It’s an easier fit this time, with Jungkook fucked full of cum and oil from earlier. His pretty cock slaps against his tummy, making Namjoon’s mouth water. Jungkook wastes no time starting to move on Namjoon’s lap. He braces his hands behind him on Namjoon’s thighs and starts to ride Namjoon like he’s on a time limit and aiming for the prize. His movements are fast, moving up and down and pushing against Namjoon’s thighs whenever he tries and gets involved.

“My turn to play,” Jungkook reminds him, cocking his head to the side as he rides and licks his lips.

Namjoon swallows and tries to relax, opting to watch Jungkook instead. Jungkook looks like a wet dream on top of him, thick thighs bouncing with every thrust and his pretty cock slapping against his tummy again and again. He’s hard, probably just needs a nudge to go over the edge, something Namjoon is happy to prove.

Jungkook even turns around to give Namjoon a show, riding him backward. It gives Namjoon a lovely display of Jungkook’s ass. He doesn’t hesitate to pinch and smack, watching the flesh bounce. “Come on, let me see your pretty face, baby.”

He helps Jungkook turn back around. “Go on then,” Namjoon encourages, grunting when Jungkook comes down rough onto his cock. “Cum for me, show me how much you like my cock instead of you,” he groans, focusing on the way Jungkook’s eyes crinkle and his mouth parts with every moan.

Namjoon moves one of his hands to wrap around Jungkook’s cock instead, jerking him off as the tavern maid rides him like there’s no tomorrow. He glides his hand up and down with slow, teasing movements, trying to emphasize every jerk until Jungkook is cumming all over Namjoon’s stomach, mixing their cum together. 

“Look at you,” Namjoon praises him, watching Jungkook pant on top of him. He grips both of Jungkook’s thighs. Namjoon surges forward and sits back on his knees, with Jungkook’s legs thrown over his forearms. His hands slide up to Jungkook’s lower back to hold him as Namjoon fucks him. Jungkook throws his head back, face flushed, and mouth parted as he tries to catch his breath from his orgasm when Namjoon thrusts back into him. Namjoon groans, fucking him slowly and dragging out every thrust. 

Jungkook’s neck is littered with lovebites from Namjoon’s greedy mouth. Namjoon can’t help but smile as he fucks him. It makes him feel possessively happy. 

“Namjoon!” Jungkook screams this time, panting. And gods, Namjoon hopes everyone down at the tavern heard that. Jungkook has already cum once but he’s hard again and Namjoon is determined to pull a second orgasm out of him.

Namjoon grins, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips as he keeps thrusting. “Do you believe I’m strong enough now?”

Jungkook keeps moaning, bracing his hands on Namjoon’s forearms. He isn’t denying it and that’s enough for Namjoon. 

Namjoon pulls out and grabs him then, manhandling Jungkook onto his side. Namjoon lays down behind him, grabs his cock, and slides back in. It makes a wet, lewd sound that makes Namjoon look down and watch himself fuck Jungkook again. 

He slides his arm under Jungkook’s thigh and hoists it up, giving him a better angle. He reaches forward with the same hand and cups Jungkook’s face to cage the leg there. Jungkook is spread open like this, just for Namjoon, only for Namjoon. 

Namjoon leans in, meeting Jungkook in a kiss. This one is more tender than the others, slow and passionate because they’re almost at their limit. He takes his time, sucking on Jungkook’s tongue and treasuring him like he deserves. 

Jungkook smiles against his mouth, wrapping his hands around Namjoon’s arm that cages his leg. Namjoon’s slowly thrusting into him and knows he won’t last for much longer. 

It’s a soft moment shared between them, one they both want to remember after tonight. Jungkook gives a full body shudder when Namjoon cums inside of him again, fucking him through the orgasm. 

Namjoon drops his hold on Jungkook’s leg when Jungkook cums again. It’s weaker this time and Jungkook tries to catch his breath afterward. Namjoon keeps his hand on Jungkook’s face, peppering kisses all over his sweaty skin. He wraps his arm around Jungkook instead, pulling him in close, chest to chest, as they both try and calm down. 

Jungkook smiles, throwing a leg over Namjoon’s to get closer. 

Namjoon runs his other hand down Jungkook’s back, dipping between his ass to touch his hole that’s dripping with cum. The touch makes Jungkook shiver slightly and burrow a little closer to Namjoon’s side. Namjoon only smiles, leaving him alone and moving his hand up to run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair instead, brushing it out of his eyes. Jungkook hums, leaning against Namjoon’s chest. It’s peaceful even with the sounds of their panting. 

“Promise me you’ll be here when I come back next time,” Namjoon breaks the silence. 

Jungkook laughs weakly. “Is there a reason I wouldn't be?”

“Most people don’t tend to stick around when they learn about my profession,” Namjoon confesses.

Jungkook nods. “I’m not afraid if that’s what you mean.”

“Even with the king breathing down my throat?”

“I trust you, hyung,” Jungkook promises, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s chin.

Namjoon nods, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m happy then.” 

Jungkook smiles. “Good.”

“That means… a lot,” Namjoon admits, feeling a bit choked up. “You have no idea.”

Jungkook smiles and presses a soft kiss to Namjoon’s lips this time. “I’m glad it pleases you.”

“More than you know,” Namjoon says. He chases after Jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away, greedy for another kiss. “You hold my heart, entirely.”

“You barely know me,” Jungkook reminds him, tracing patterns over Namjoon’s chest.

“Maybe but you’re truly something else, I know that much.”

“I’m happy I amuse you, hyung,” Jungkook says, a smile evident in his voice.

“You’re just different,” Namjoon admits. “And maybe I like different.”

“Different?”

“Good different. You always seem to have an answer to my questions for starters, most people don’t.”

“Like?” Jungkook asks him. 

“Like the crown prince and everything involving that mess,” Namjoon says, resuming running his hands through Jungkook’s hair. 

“People are afraid to say anything because they fear the king,” Jungkook mumbles. “Eventually, he will give up his search.”

“You think so?” Namjoon hums. 

“Mhm,” Jungkook says. “It’s clear the prince doesn’t want to be found.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Namjoon responds. “His Majesty has certainly underestimated him, that’s for sure. He’s practically been gone a year at this point.”

“Seems like everyone underestimates him,” Jungkook points out, sighing happily when Namjoon keeps playing with his hair.

“He’s worthy of the hunt,” Namjoon confesses. “I think it’s becoming an honor to hunt the prince down; he’s certainly making me work for it.”

Jungkook softly laughs. “Most mercenaries would never dream of admitting that out loud, but then again, I suppose you’re not like everyone else, hyung.”

“Nope,” Namjoon smiles. “I’m not.”

“Only you would praise your hardest bounty,” Jungkook says. 

Namjoon laughs, shaking against Jungkook’s body. “As long as I get to experience the thrill of the hunt.”

“You are,” Jungkook says. “Remember, that.”

“I will, only if you’re there to meet me along the way,” Namjoon whispers.

“…Maybe,” Jungkook confesses, giving him a small smile. 

“Wait for me then,” Namjoon practically begs, wrapping his arms around Jungkook.

"I'll wait," Jungkook promises. "How I'll wait...well, I can't say but I'll wait." He presses a kiss to Namjoon's lips. "Everyone I've ever met has wanted something from me but you, you're not like that."

Namjoon pulls him in closer. "I just want you," he reassures him. "Just you."

When morning comes, Namjoon wakes up in an empty room. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, trying to make sense of what happened the night before and what’s happening now. The majority of Jungkook’s things are gone, Namjoon’s gifts to him included, as well as Namjoon’s coins and weapons.

He gets out of bed and frantically dresses himself, feeling dazed.

There, on the small table underneath the teapot, Namjoon finds a letter.

Hyung,  

Thank you for last night. I’ll always treasure having met you and the time we spent together. People like you are far and few in between in this life and I couldn’t be happier to have met you. Letting people into my life has not been easy because eventually, they all leave but I know you’re different. So, for now, treasure the memories of us together until we meet again. But in the meantime, think about who you're loyal towards, the king or me, then come find me.

Let the hunt begin.  

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince Jeon.

Namjoon is in disbelief as he reads the letter, skimming it over a hundred times before it all begins to sink in.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. Even with Jungkook gone, his presence still lingers in the small home, wrapping around Namjoon like a blanket in the cold, early morning. He thinks back to Jungkook’s warm smile, his big doe eyes, and promises, feeling slighted for a moment before he starts to laugh. He can’t believe how close he was to the crown prince all this time. “Fine, bunny, let the hunt begin.”

As Namjoon gets ready to depart, he comes to learn that not only did Jungkook steal his coins and weapons, but also Monie, his horse. Said horse the stablemen say went all too willingly. Namjoon can only shake his head in amusement as he buys another horse from the stable, already mapping out his route. It seems like Jungkook wants to play and if that means hunting him down in Kim Taehyung’s territory, where the Wooga squad would rather eat snakes than see Namjoon’s face, so be it, because now, it’s personal. Jungkook isn’t the king’s bounty anymore, he’s Namjoon’s.