Father, I don't want to get Married | Jinkook

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It was late in the night, Lee Min-jae was tense due to the appearance of an unexpected visitor. Even his second son, a usually arrogant boy had no choice but to be polite in front of the visitor. After all, he was the father of the lord he fancied and the hero of this empire, Duke Kim.

"W-what's your purpose for visiting us this late at night, Your Grace?"

Namjoon coldly glared at the young man in front of him.

"I'm not going to marry someone unless he has everything. I want the most wealthy, famous and competent man there is."

As he observed the young man, Namjoon pondered over what his son had said.

"You fall short of the standards, Lee Minhyuk." He finally said.

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Seokjin's pov:

The next morning, I woke up in a weak state. 'Ugh, my back hurts.'  Something felt a little off. I tried thinking about the cause of this unpleasantness but I could only focus on my empty stomach. 'It must be because I didn't eat breakfast.'

I pulled the line to summon an attendant and Beomgyu soon entered my room.

"Good morning, Lord Kim."

"Could you help me get ready for breakfast?"

"Of course."

I washed my face and changed into casual clothes. After doing so I felt more refreshed and looked suitable to go down for breakfast. Even so, the unpleasant feeling didn't go away.

'What's wrong with me? There must be something...'

"A package arrived from Flora workshop, my lord." Beomgyu said.

I nodded, 'So that's why I felt uncomfortable.'  Rose's birthday was coming up but her gift just arrived.

"Could you bring it to my room?" I asked him.

"Yes, my lord." Beomgyu left my room to get the gift. I waited for him to return with high expectations.

'I wondered how it turned out. I hope he did what I instructed him to do.'

Not long after, Beomgyu entered the room with a box in his hands.

"Here it is."

When I opened the box, I found an object that perfectly replicated my spoken order as well as another item that had a different color next to it.

'I'm satisfied with my order....but why is there another object? Is this like a one plus one thing?'

I looked at the object with bewilderment then found a note inside the box.

For you, my muse.

The word 'muse' made me feel uncomfortable. I pondered over the meaning of the note, then speculated that it was simply an exaggerated phrase used by most artists.

'Well, a good thing is a good thing.'

As I looked at the objects with satisfaction, the maids started asking questions.

"What is this, my lord?"

"I've never seen anything like it."

"I'll tell you it's purpose soon." I said to the maids, who were looking at the objects with curiosity. Then I placed the gifts in my drawer.