Worth Your Weight (Silver and Gold)(BTSxJIMIN) Continued

6: Presentation

The silence in the room was unbearable. The six heirs all were absolutely astounded, cold icy sweat streaking down their necks and shivers running down their bodies. They were full of regret. Of complete disarray. They each thought of the events of yesterday- oh how stupid they felt. Jimin stood there, looking at each one of them with disappointment clear as crystal in his brown eyes. He won't forget what happened yesterday, and how the six men acted towards him.

"Ahum."

Everyone turned to Mrs. Jung.

"Darling?" she blinked unbelievably at her son, Hoseok, with an awkward smile. He quickly caught on, and suddenly his feet moved on their own closer to his "future husband".

"H-hello, Jimin, my name's J-Jung Hoseok." a large fake grin plastered across his face as he bowed "kindly" at him. Then, finally, the others moved in and did the same- introducing themselves and bowing.

Jimin nodded. "Yes. It's quite the pleasure." sarcasm was almost evident in Jimin's tone. The heirs all gulped, pursing their lips.

"You all have plenty of time to get to know Feng. We'll start with the basics, however, over lunch." Mrs. Kim said with a glossy smile. "Feng?" she gestured to the dining room. Jimin smiled and followed the hosts to the next room over. The six heirs were behind him and got the decision to sit as far away as possible from him.

□Jimin

Mrs. Kim □|□Mr.Kim

Mrs. Jung □|□ Mr. Jung

Mrs. Min □|□ Mr. Min

Yoongi □|□ Namjoon

Hoseok □|□ Seokjin

Taehyung □|□ Jungkook

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□= seats

|= table

Mrs. Kim, being to Jimin's right, couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me for asking, but what happened to your ankle?"

Jimin, with a charming smile, reverted his gaze to Hoseok, who gulped and avoided eye contact. "Oh, this? Funny story, actually.." he began with a grin, feeling the boy responsible for his sprain, shiver and tremble uncomfortably from the other side of the table. "It was incredible! I was on my way to the salon, when a JERK came out of nowhere with his heavy bag." Jimin side-glanced Hoseok again, and Hoseok knew he was saying that he was a jerk. "He seemed to be in a hurry, shoving and elbowing people aside. When he got to me, he tripped and dropped his bag on my ankle. And get this, his bag was full of weights! It hurt, but thankfully I was quickly taken to the hospital."

"Oh, my! That's quite the story!" Mr. Jung had his eyes wide.

Jimin smiled, taking a sip of his wine. "It is." his dark eyes stared deeply at Hoseok.

The six heirs all looked to the nervous boy, who was clearly trying to keep cool under Jimin's hard gaze. Lunch went by very slow, with the boys absolutely dreading it. Their parents and Jimin, however, were enjoying themselves. And whenever it came to the six boys talking about themselves, Jimin would try not to laugh because of how fake they were acting.

Seokjin talked about how well he was doing in school and got along well with all the teachers and students, Yoongi about how respectful and kind he was, Hoseok about getting good grades, Namjoon about helping other students with their homework on his free time, Taehyung boasted about how popular he was and how everyone seemed to find him charming and Jungkook lied about giving the majority of his allowance to the homeless shelters and charity.

Nothing that came out of their mouths was true.

What the fuck did I expect?, Jimin thought as he shook his head when Jungkook talked about riding the public bus yesterday morning to school.

Those six rich assholes had no chance with Jimin, no matter how much they were going to beg for his forgiveness or kiss his ass.

"Shall we move to the courtyard for dessert?" Mrs. Jung asked after their laughter died down from Jungkook's ridiculous story. "My chef is said to have the best strawberry shortcake."

"That sounds wonderful! Dessert it is!" Jimin said with enthusiasm. Everyone laughed, even the boys at the other side of the table- although it was fake and forced. They all got up and Jimin followed Mrs. and Mr. Jung to the courtyard. Their conversation carried on there, while they each had a slice of cake and a glass of milk. Under the shade of two large umbrellas they sat at a glass table with a white tablecloth and soft comfortable chairs, and more desserts arrived by maids and butlers.

"Now, Mr. Feng, what is something the six boys must know about you?" Mr. Kim asked as a maid poured him more wine. "For instance, if I had six lovely rich women after my hand, I'd want all of them to know that I am quite a fool when I'm drunk." loud laughter took over the table at Mr. Kim's comment, including Jimin's, which sounded angelic in everyone's ears.

As Jimin's laughter died down, he hissed, narrowing his eyes in thought as he looked over the nervous boys. "Oh boy... There's just so much about me they should know." he hummed. "But I guess they should know that I despise narrow minded assholes. If they want me, then I suppose they should learn how to deal with them for me." the adults nodded in understanding, completely on Jimin's side. In under three hours Jimin already had everyone wrapped around his finger, and had met the parents' standards. He was everything they wanted in a son in law, and were determined to have their sons' walk down the aisle with him and get wed.

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"It was wonderful meeting you, Mr. Feng." Mrs. Kim bowed with a smile.

"No, no. Please call me Jimin, and it was wonderful meeting all of you wonderful people." he leaned down, taking her hand and pressing his lips against the back. "Have a good night."

"Good night, Jimin." Mr. Kim bowed and wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder, then walked into the dark to their car. With the last of the heirs' parents gone, the butler shut the door and Jimin was shown the way to his bedroom. The six troublemakers were all sitting and leaning against the rail of the staircase, all frowning at Jimin as he made his way to his bedroom.

"Good night, 混蛋*." he said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

(*hún dàn, assholes)

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Hope you guys liked this and my writing style suits your taste! I know, it's not as great as Mrose557 writing, but I tried to portray it the way she probably would. I'm excited to write more of this, and thank you again Mrose557 for giving me permission to continue this wonderful fanfiction! <33