Namjin Smut

One more night

Written by: EquinoxSolstice

Summary:

The King and his General spend the night together.

Reality could wait until the sun had risen. But that moment, that night, was theirs alone.

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Kim Namjoon swept through the halls of the Imperial Palace, in full body armor and his helmet tucked under an arm as he walked by the quiet corridors. The night was deep, the crescent, silver moon hanging low on the horizon, bringing an air of tranquility and silence on the palace courtyard below he now passed through, usually loud with the clanging and banging of swords and weapons against each other as the solders practiced daily during the day. The lanterns were already lit, a bright orange path lighting his way as he delved deeper into the palace walls, the summons he had received just moments ago still on his mind.

The King had requested his presence in his private chambers tonight.

It wasn't the first time this happened. Being the Commander General of the Imperial Army, he had been summoned into the King's sleeping quarters before, along with the advisors of the court for meetings about the state, as the King preferred a more comfortable place for all of them to talk. This wasn't the first time the man had asked for him to come alone. Namjoon had just finished drafting the new recruits when a servant approached him (one of the King's personal attendants, he noted), with a personal note from the man himself. Curiosity and worry both settling in, Namjoon had confirmed his acceptance to the messenger, telling the man he will be in the King's quarters later that night. And, not bothering to change into more comfortable clothes after their training session, Namjoon had set out as soon as possible, feeling somewhat anxious about the reason of the summoning.

Turning into a corner, he had finally arrived at a familiar hallway; the lanterns outside dimmed down a few notches, but the light inside the King's quarters was bright, signifying his presence in the room. The guards standing in front of the doors straightened out more at the presence of their commander, feet together and spears held ramrod as they looked straight ahead.

"General Kim, sir!" Both of them said at the same time, trying their best to not to look interested at the fact that their general was in front of them tonight.

"At ease." Namjoon nodded his acknowledgement, waiting for the two to resume their former positions (feet apart, spears held diagonally from their body) before kneeling in front of the door. A knuckle lightly touched the wooden floor, head bowed as his baritone voice cut through the stillness of the night.

"General Kim Namjoon has arrived at your request, Your Majesty."

"Enter." The voice that answered him back was faint, but very distinct. Somewhat deep for a woman's, but also somewhat high for a man's, a perfect contradiction that would puzzle most people when hearing the King for the first time. But Namjoon wasn't most people. With a quick "I'll be entering,", he stood up and placed a hand on the wooden door, opening it as quietly as possible before stepping inside the chambers, quickly closing the door behind his back once inside.

Once again he couldn't help but feel breathless when he faced the antechamber of the King's private wing. He had always known that the King always had an aesthetic for beauty, and this room was the proof of that, with the colors of rich pink, white and lavender weaving with the more traditional browns and greens. Cream colored paper doors with an enchanting flower designs separated the main sleeping room from the sitting room, where he was currently. In the corner there was a small alcove, where a simple and yet elegant flower arrangement stood proudly in front of a calligraphy scroll (his own handwriting, Namjoon now realized with some incredulity) which bore the hanja of the royal family. Shelves also adorned the room with various rare and irreplaceable trinkets that the King received from leaders of neighboring nations as gifts or peace offerings (he recognized one of the small, gold coated plates as one of the gifts of Silla's current King, Im Jaebum, Namjoon saw with a frown, and a small music box given to him by one of the Baekjae lords, Lee Jaewhan, he thought with an even deeper scowl).