Taken Prince
  • Y/N's P.O.V.
  • I brought the, from what it seems, homeless man into my home and gave him some clothes and told him to shower. While he was showering, I prepared a place for him to rest and sleep. My parents were happy to see him and immediately accepted to help him, but the problem is that we don't have an extra room. We do have an extra bed that was in the basement, so he could use it.
  • Namjoon got out of the shower, smelling good and fresh with his new clothes. "I prepared a bed for you. You will be sharing room with me, but you have one side of the room for yourself," I said when I saw him.
  • "Might I inquire, good madam, as to whether you are granting me permission to reside within these premises?" he asked, looking a bit shocked.
  • "Of course man! Where else will you stay, the streets? Stay here as long as you wish to."
  • He gave me a sweet smile and bowed. "I apprieciate that."
  • I chuckled at his formality. "It's not a big deal. Now let's get you something to eat." We entered the kitchen where my parents were, preparing lunch. "Do you know how to cook?" I asked Namjoon.
  • "I'm afraid I do not."
  • "Huh? You're afraid of not knowing how to cook?"
  • "I apologize. What I meant is I do not know how to cook," he answered. A homeless man doesn't know how to cook?
  • "Then we will teach you while you are living here with us!" my mom said. "Not now though. The lunch is ready. Sit down and eat."
  • "Thank you ma'am," he said. He's so formal!
  • "No need to be so formal dear. You can call me Y/M/N."
  • He looked a bit hesitated before answering her. "As you wish, Y/M/N."
  • We then sat down and ate together. Namjoon sat down with a perfect posture while eating carefully with his head up. He acts like a prince. He sat directly in front of me, giving me the chance to look at him properly. He had beautiful blonde hair surrounding his head. It wasn't too short nor too long, just long enough to cover his forehead without blocking his vision. His siren eyes were dark brown while his lips were rosie and not too big nor too smal. His lips were just the perfect size to fit his face. Now that I'm thinking about it, he looks like a model. He's really beautiful and it seems like he takes good care of himself, even as a homeless man. He might be naturally beautiful, but it is clear that he has a skin care routine. His skin is absolutely flawless without a single pimple shown and small pores. He either has really really good genes or he has some good skin products, because these pores wouldn't look like this without proper care.
  • "Hey Namjoon, how long have you been homeless?" I asked curiously, because there's no way his skin is flawless after a year of being homeless and not washing his face with at least water.
  • "Three weeks," he answered.
  • "What skin care products have you been using before that? Your skin is really pretty!" My parents glared at me for some reason. I think they thought this topic wasn't very nice to talk about right now, but I had already asked my question.
  • "I am not sure. My parents bought them for me." My eyebrows furrowed at the mention of his parents.
  • "Where are your parents?" my dad asked.
  • "I am afraid I am not allowed to tell you." Not allowed?!
  • "What do you mean 'not allowed'? Bro are you some kind of FBI agent. Don't scare us man!"
  • He smiled sweetly. "I apologize for frightening you. I am just not feeling safe enough to tell you about my personal information."
  • "Safe? Do we look like we are dangerous?" I asked, accidentally saying it with a rude tone on my voice.
  • "Y/N! Let the man be!" my father said.
  • "You do not look threatening to me, however I am not comfortable yet."
  • "Okay," I mumbled to myself and continued eating my food.
  • This man is mysterious!
  • ✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧
  • "Y/N," my father whisper yelled at me to get my attention. It was nighttime and everyone was asleep but I wanted to drink some water. Surprisingly, my dad was awake as well. "You do know why we put him in your room, right?"
  • I nodded. "Yes. I will not disappoint you."
  • He smiled. "You've always been the best at this. That's why you're taking my role later." He put his hand on my shoulder as I smiled back. "You never disappoint us, but this is the most important mission of your life, alright? Be careful."
  • "I will. I promise."
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