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Jimin sighed, stepping out onto the balcony which overlooked the massive ballroom. None of the over-dressed men or women caught his eye. How was he going to get a suitor tonight when literally none of the people that arrived at the ball were even dressed half-decently? He mustered up the best fake smile he could as he was being announced, woman pushing up their stuffed push up bras and checking their fake, poorly applied eyelashes were in check.

The boy went down the marble stairs, covered in a black carpet, ever so elegantly. All eyes were on him, even the music stopped as the young adult seemingly waltzed down.

"Well, as Shakespeare said, if music be the food of love, play on!" Jimin's father smiled and signalled the music to continue.


"Yoongi! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Yoongi's mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs as the black-haired boy was tying his laces.

"Alright, I'm coming, mother!" He shouted as he exited his room. He didn't really want to go to the ball and showed no interest in marrying Park Jimin, but his mother, a Lady, insisted on dragging him along, and by insisted, I mean forced. He almost tumbled down the stairs, simply because he was going so quickly down them.

His mother was already in the carriage by the time Yoongi was just down the stairs. 'That woman is quick when she wants to be.'

He raced against time to get to the carriage and situated inside of it properly, and when he did, he was prepared for the awkward small talk that the driver would try to make with the duo, mostly Yoongi, of course. Not just the fact that he was attractive - which for some reason made everyone want to talk to him - but, in this situation, he was seen as a suitor for Jimin.

After the - as anticipated - fifteen minutes of awkward talk, they were finally at the castle. They were late. They both knew it, but it didn't really matter, because Yoongi's mother was - quite frankly - undeniably close to Jimin's mother. Not that it would've mattered anyways.

"Oh! Soyi! You had me waiting for you! Ah, Yoongi! Look at you! You're all grown up!" The royal woman beamed at the pair, as Yoongi just smiled and nodded. The last time he saw the woman was when he was fifteen. He's eighteen now, meaning Jimin was twenty.

Oddly, Jimin and Yoongi had never met before, they were both shy when they were younger and Jimin usually had some type of princely training to do, Yoongi was busy reading and listening to music, as he would do. He was an introvert after all. Some things never change. That was one of them.

"Uhm, pardon me but... have you seen Hoseok?" Yoongi asked, not forgetting his manners.

"Yes, he's by the bar." Haeyo, Jimin's mother, responded.

"Thank you!" Yoongi smiled and started to walk towards Hoseok, where the bar was. 'Of course, I mean it's Hoseok I'm talking about. He can't even tolerate alcohol well but he drinks like he can!'

"Yoongi!" Hoseok screamed, gaining a few looks, which, upon receiving them, he smiled sheepishly and rushed towards the short boy, engulfing him in a bear hug. He hadn't done that in a while.

"H-Hoseok... stop!" Yoongi mumbled, desperately. He couldn't breathe in the red-head's grasp. It was bone-crushing.

"Sorry, hey, wait... is Jimin staring at you? Lucky duck! Don't look now, let me take a picture.." Hoseok pulled out his phone and acted like he was taking a selfie in Jimin's direction, sending it to Yoongi as he walked towards to bar to get a drink to not rise suspicion from anyone.

Yoongi turned around, just to check whether Jimin was still there, and he was. The older flashed the black-haired boy a cheesy smile and walked away from his direction.

"Bro, we gotta catch up. It's been two weeks and since I live here, I can fill you in on the gossip. Take a seat, hurry up! There's a lot you have to know."

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