"The Kim Dynasty: Secrets of the Heart"

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Chapter 2: The Meeting of Suga and J-Hope

After the morning drama orchestrated by his mother, Yoongi, known as Suga in the business world, found himself in an unusual situation. He had reluctantly agreed to meet Jung Hoseok—J-Hope—as a potential match for marriage. Although still cold and detached, he knew there was no escaping now. With his mother’s emotional theatrics fresh in his mind, he decided to get it over with.

It was a calm afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Kim, along with Suga, arrived at the Jung family's home. The luxurious but warm atmosphere of the house spoke volumes of the Jung family’s wealth, but there was also a sense of comfort and familiarity, especially since Mr. and Mrs. Kim were old friends with Mr. and Mrs. Jung. As soon as they stepped inside, they were warmly welcomed by J-Hope’s parents.

“Ah, there they are! It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Mrs. Jung exclaimed, embracing Mrs. Kim with a wide smile. The two women exchanged pleasantries as if no time had passed between them. Mr. Jung shook hands with Mr. Kim, chuckling about how life had brought them to this moment, trying to marry off their sons.

Suga, standing in the doorway, maintained his usual expression—emotionless and distant. He watched the parents chat and laugh, waiting for someone to direct him toward J-Hope. His mother nudged him gently.

“Don’t just stand there. Smile a little,” she whispered, to which Suga only gave a brief sigh.

Mr. Jung noticed Suga’s stoic demeanor and clapped his hands. “Suga, my boy, J-Hope is upstairs in his room. Our maid will take you there. You two should talk privately and let us know your decision.”

Suga gave a small nod, already wanting this meeting to be over. The maid, a young woman with a polite smile, gestured for him to follow. They walked through the halls of the mansion, each step echoing lightly on the marble floors. Suga’s eyes flicked around, appreciating the fine decor. It was tasteful, elegant, and surprisingly welcoming.

Eventually, they reached J-Hope’s room, and the maid stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. Suga opened the door cautiously, only to find the room empty. He glanced around, taking in the sight. The room felt different—soft, warm, and radiant. It wasn’t just the sunlight streaming through the large windows. The space seemed alive, as though nature itself lived within the walls. Plants lined the corners, vines trailed across bookshelves, and everything was arranged so delicately that it gave the room an otherworldly charm.

Suga was taken aback by the beauty and serenity of it all. “It feels like nature resides here,” he muttered to himself. For someone who spent most of his time in cold offices and sleek, modern environments, this room was something completely different.

As he stood in the middle of the room, a soft humming sound reached his ears. He turned toward the open balcony, and that’s when he saw him—J-Hope.

J-Hope was standing near the edge of the balcony, facing the afternoon sun. The light illuminated his figure perfectly, casting a soft halo around him. He was humming a gentle tune, his eyes closed, lost in the moment. Suga’s breath hitched for a second, his cold demeanor cracking just a little.

“The world’s most beautiful creation,” was the first thought that crossed Suga’s mind. For someone who never dwelled on beauty or emotions, seeing J-Hope for the first time was like witnessing something divine. “God must’ve been hesitant to send him to Earth after creating such an angel.”

Despite these thoughts swirling in his mind, Suga quickly regained his composure. He cleared his throat loudly to get J-Hope’s attention. J-Hope, startled, flinched and turned around, his eyes wide as he looked at Suga.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” J-Hope exclaimed softly, flustered at the sudden interruption. He quickly gathered himself, taking a small step forward, nervously smoothing his shirt.

Suga, his face still expressionless, introduced himself in a cold, direct manner. “I’m Kim Yoongi, the person your parents were speaking to you about for marriage.”

J-Hope blinked, his heart racing. Of course, he already knew who Suga was—everyone knew who Suga was. His reputation in the world of music and business was unmatched, and he was known for being cold, distant, and intensely focused. But now that J-Hope was face-to-face with him, he felt a strange mix of nervousness and awe.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, but everyone calls me J-Hope,” J-Hope replied softly, giving a small bow out of politeness.

Suga nodded curtly. There was no small talk or unnecessary pleasantries. He was here to make things clear. “Let’s get straight to the point,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “I have two conditions for this marriage.”

J-Hope looked up at him, wide-eyed, waiting for him to continue.

“First, I’m very possessive and protective in nature. If you feel like that will make you uncomfortable or feel controlled, it’s better to walk away now. I won’t be able to change that about myself.” Suga’s eyes locked onto J-Hope’s, his gaze unwavering.

J-Hope didn’t flinch. Instead, he listened carefully. Being raised by protective parents, the idea of someone being possessive or protective didn’t bother him. In fact, it was something he was used to.

Suga continued, “Second, I don’t want any interference in my work. I built my music career on my own, and I make my own decisions. If you think you’ll try to influence that, it’s not going to work.”

J-Hope, despite feeling a slight pang at the coldness in Suga’s words, nodded. Work wasn’t something he had a deep interest in, especially when it came to music production or business. He trusted that if his parents had chosen Suga for him, they saw something he couldn’t. And J-Hope, ever trusting and innocent, wasn’t one to argue or push back.

Seeing J-Hope nod silently, Suga frowned slightly. “Please use your words,” he said sharply, his tone making J-Hope flinch a little.

“Yes... I agree,” J-Hope replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Suga, still cold on the outside, couldn’t deny the small spark of attraction he felt towards J-Hope. His innocence, his purity—things that were foreign to Suga—drew him in. The world had shown Suga nothing but cruelty and coldness. He had grown up in a family that valued strength, power, and resilience. Innocence was a rarity in the Kim family, especially at this age.

For a man like Suga, J-Hope’s purity was something refreshing, something he never thought he’d find. And for someone who valued loyalty above all else, J-Hope was the perfect match. In the Kim family, loyalty was a principle that couldn’t be compromised. Though Taehyung and Jungkook might be playboys now, even they understood that loyalty was non-negotiable after marriage.

Satisfied with J-Hope’s response, Suga gave a small nod. “Alright. Let’s go inform our parents.”

With that, Suga turned and led the way back downstairs, J-Hope trailing behind him nervously.

As they entered the living room, both sets of parents paused their conversation, eyes eagerly awaiting the verdict.

Suga looked at his parents and said simply, “We’ve both agreed to the marriage.”

Mrs. Kim let out a delighted gasp, her hands flying to her chest in joy. Mrs. Jung, equally excited, smiled brightly. “Oh, how wonderful!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

The two families exchanged pleasantries, discussing future plans, but all the while, Suga’s mind was already thinking ahead. He didn’t need to worry about J-Hope cheating or lying. In fact, he was convinced that this would be the best decision for both of them.

J-Hope, though quiet and shy, felt a sense of relief. He trusted his parents, and now, he would place that same trust in Suga. Though the man was cold and distant, there was something about him that made J-Hope feel safe.

And so, the decision was made. Kim Yoongi and Jung Hoseok would be marrying each other. Little did they know, this was only the beginning of a journey that would challenge and change them both in ways they could never have anticipated.

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What will happen next? Only time will tell.