Waking up in the remains of a mostly-demolished building was not what Namjoon thought would ever happen. Yet, there he was. On the rubble-littered floor, bruised, sore, naked. Beside him was Yoongi, equally as purple-spotted and bare.

"Shit..." Namjoon forced himself to get up from the floor and search around for his clothes. This couldn't be happening. How could he let such a thing happen? Namjoon was too good for this, wasn't he?

Yoongi sat up and watched Namjoon frantically dress himself with each article of clothing he managed to find scattered about the place."Off in a hurry, are ya?"

Glancing at Yoongi, Namjoon was quick to avert his gaze upon seeing the shameless display. His eyes saw everything, the bare man's legs open with no care."This should have never happened." He was full of regret, knowing what this could do to his reputation and family's name.

"That's not what you were saying last night as we tossled." Yoongi licked his lips at the delicious memory."If this place wasn't already demolished, we would have knocked it down with how hard we slammed each other around. You're supposed to hate me, you know."

"I do." Despite thinking he meant those words, Namjoon couldn't lie and pretend it didn't hurt to say them."Whatever this is, it's over. Last night was...It'll never happen again."

Finally standing, Yoongi stepped close to Namjoon and peered up at his handsome face."What makes you say that? Just because you're in the royal family, that's supposed to mean we can't have a little fun?"

Namjoon pushed Yoongi away, feeling disgust, but he didn't know what was causing it. Was he disgusted by Yoongi? By himself? His own feelings? Was he disgusted by the fact that he'd had very aggressive sex with this man in a broken pile of rubble? It was completely against his nature. Namjoon was a prince, always responsible and noble. He followed the rules and never stepped out of line. Last night's events brought out a different side of himself that he never knew existed."We can't. I'm a prince, and you're nothing but a dirty whore." Of course, he didn't miss the look of pain in the other man's eyes as those words left his mouth."Hyung, I didn't mean--"

"Don't even bother." Yoongi made a small wave with his hand."I know. I'm dirt, but you're the one who likes to roll around in it." The nude peasant knew more than anyone ever could about the prince before him. He understood, but that didn't stop the words from hurting."I'm unclean, and you're supposed to be spotless. But that doesn't erase anything." He stepped close again, ready for another push, but it didn't happen."Namjoon, we're from different worlds, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. And I know you only said such a cruel thing because you're scared of what this all means. It's okay. I'll back off, but I'll also wait for you to come back when you're ready."

Those words just twisted up Namjoon's thoughts and feelings even more. He was so confused. Falling for someone like Yoongi was not permitted. Being the heir to the throne, Namjoon was expected to marry someone of nobility and carry on his family's legacy. He couldn't give in to such low desires. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to feel such desires."What if I never come back?" He knew he would.

"I'll wait forever." Yoongi meant that. His tone made that obvious. He was always so direct with what he wanted and intended.

"I..." Shaking his head, Namjoon attempted to gather his composure."I have to go."

Yoongi did nothing but watch as Namjoon hurried away, climbing out of the debris. Once he was surely alone, a sigh slipped out from his lips."I love you, Your Highness."