"Do I look alright darling? I am afraid my dress would not be enough to impress the others." The black haired woman said, checking herself in front of the tall mirror.
"Yes mother, you look good. Why are you giving this too much importance?"
"Hoseok..darling, this is the prince's wedding, how is it not important?"
The young man rolled his eyes and flipped his book's page, just staring at the words without actually reading them.
One of his friends who work at the palace told him that Jungkook was the one the prince chose and since that day he did not go out of his room. He would spend his days sleeping or reading a tragic book. He was only obliged to go out that day because he had to attend the wedding as the prime minister's son.
"My dear, you should wear the suit I prepared for you. I asked the best tailor of the country to make it for you. With it, I am sure you will catch the attention of all the young women invited today." Mrs.Jung smirked. "Especially the interior minister's daughter Jennie. I heard my friends saying that she has an eye on you."
Hoseok shook his head and sighed. "And I am not interested." He mumbled.
"What are you saying?" His mother frowned. "She is the most qualified young woman in the country. She has everything. Well educated, rich, skinny and very beautiful. What do you need more?" She raised an eyebrow.
I need Jungkook.
"I just need to be left in peace, mother. I am not ready to get married."
"You are almost twenty-four my dear. You need a young woman to bare your future heirs." She said, before taking a small pot where a beautiful red rose was gorgeously standing to smell it.
"Do not touch it!" The orange haired male shouted before taking the pot away from his mother.
"Oh, god." Mrs.Jung widened his eyes, putting her hands on her chest. "What is wrong with you lately? You seem very different."
"Nothing mother. I just do not like people touching what is mine." Hoseok mumbled, staring at the rose with sad and angry eyes.
"But no one touched something yours darling."
Jungkook is mine.