"The Kim Dynasty: Secrets of the Heart"

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Chapter 1: The Morning Drama

The birds chirped outside as the golden light of dawn flooded through the windows of the Kim family mansion. Inside, however, the atmosphere was far from serene. Mr. Kim sat slumped on the plush couch in the grand living area, his head buried in his hands, already exhausted. His wife, Mrs. Kim, stood across the room, fully armed with a bottle of glycerin in her hand, waiting for her eldest son, Yoongi, to arrive.

“Oh, my dramatic wife,” Mr. Kim sighed under his breath, not daring to say it too loudly. Mrs. Kim was preparing herself for what could only be described as another episode of “The Kim Family Drama.”

Meanwhile, Namjoon entered the room, lost in thought, his mind tangled in the deal he had to close today. As he stepped forward, he accidentally bumped into his mother.

Mrs. Kim, without even looking up, shrieked dramatically, “Oh, my dear Yoongi!” She let the fake tears fall instantly, convinced that her eldest son had arrived. “Why won’t you just listen to me? How many times do I have to tell you—"

But as she turned to face him, her dramatic sobs stopped abruptly. “Oh, damn,” she said, wiping her nonexistent tears. “You’re Namjoon. I’ve wasted my tears.”

Namjoon blinked, utterly confused, just as his phone, as if sensing its master was in need of an escape, began to ring. He checked it—no one was calling, yet the ringing continued. The phone had become his second life saver, always ready to get him out of embarrassing situations. “Sorry, Mother. I’ve got to take this,” Namjoon said, walking off quickly as he raised the phone to his ear.

Mrs. Kim watched him go with a small huff, already forgetting about him as she reset herself, wiping away the last of the fake tears. “Alright, let’s try this again,” she muttered, taking her position near the door, waiting for Yoongi.

Moments later, Yoongi entered the house, his cold, composed expression giving nothing away. As soon as he spotted his mother armed with glycerin, he hesitated. This wasn’t going to end well, and he knew it. He turned, intending to escape back to his room, but it was too late. Mrs. Kim had already spotted him.

“Oh my dear son, Yoongi!” she wailed dramatically, rushing over to him. “Why won’t you get married? Do you want me to die without seeing little versions of you running around in the garden?” She clutched her heart, tears (real this time) threatening to spill.

Yoongi blinked, completely at a loss. “What...?”

As this drama unfolded, two heads peeked from behind the wall—Taehyung and Jungkook, their phones out, capturing every moment. Taehyung snapped a few pictures, whispering to Jungkook, “This is going in the family album.”

Jungkook grinned, already planning to edit the footage later.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kim, sensing the impending emotional storm, slowly rose from the couch, intending to make a discreet exit. But before he could slip away, Mrs. Kim had already flung herself onto him, wrapping him in a dramatic hug. “Today’s children!” she cried. “They don’t listen to their parents anymore. I’m not saying he should marry right now, but can’t he at least meet the son of jung's? I searched for such a pure soul, and he refuses to meet him!”

Mr. Kim stood frozen, his expression completely blank as his wife continued her emotional monologue. “But no! They love their work more than their family!” Mrs. Kim sobbed, clutching Mr. Kim tighter.

Yoongi, his expression unreadable, quietly excused himself and headed to his room.

Mrs. Kim watched him go and turned to her husband. “See? They never listen!”

Mr. Kim sighed, pulling away from her dramatic hold. “Your drama didn’t work this time.”

Mrs. Kim, unfazed, waved a hand. “That was just 50%. The other 50% will happen at breakfast. Mark my words, today he will agree to meet J-Hope.”

Mr. Kim chuckled, shaking his head. “I doubt it. Yoongi is too cold for that.”

Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes. “Wanna bet?”

Mr. Kim hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he should agree, but before he could think too much, he found himself saying, “Fine. If I win, you don’t shop for a week. But if you win—"

“If I win, you’ll take me shopping,” Mrs. Kim declared.

Mr. Kim winced. Shopping with his wife was a nightmare. Her taste in fashion was... unique, to say the least. And once she started, there was no stopping her. A shopping trip with her could easily last six hours, and Mr. Kim was never prepared for that kind of torture. But still, he had faith in his son’s cold, distant nature.

At breakfast, Yoongi returned to the table, his face as neutral as ever. As he sat down, Mrs. Kim entered, carrying trays of food with the maids.

“I don’t have a single son-in-law to talk to or spend time with. What a life!” she sighed loudly, setting down the plates with unnecessary drama. “God, what a life!”

Yoongi, staring at his plate, gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to keep his composure. His hand tightened around his fork. And then, in a sudden burst of frustration, he banged his fist on the table.

“Fine!” he snapped. “Tell me the time, place, and address. I’ll go meet him.”

Mrs. Kim, her eyes wide with joy, threw her hands up in victory. “Yes!” she cheered, her dramatic tears gone in an instant as she jumped up and down. The glycerin bottle slipped from her hand and landed on the floor. Yoongi picked it up, his eyes filled with betrayal.

“This... this was all an act?” he muttered, staring at his mother.

Mrs. Kim shrugged, smiling sweetly. “Now you can’t back out, Kim Yoongi. You promised to go meet J-Hope!”

Yoongi sighed, pushing his plate away and storming out of the room.

Mrs. Kim did a small victory dance while Mr. Kim groaned, realizing the six-hour shopping spree he had just signed up for. His wife danced around the living room, full of energy, while he sat back down on the couch, rethinking his life choices.

As Mrs. Kim twirled happily, Mr. Kim muttered to himself, “Never underestimate your wife’s drama...”

And thus, the chaotic morning in the Kim household ended with a bet lost and Mr. Kim facing the looming horror of an all-day shopping trip.