You Better Watch Your Mouth

Chapter One;

Yoongi | Hoseok | BTS
P.S Can we please pretend Hoseok is older than Yoongi? It's a very important asset to this story, haha, sorry guys.

Yoongi tightened the tie around his neck, a brutally annoyed expression clinging to his face.

"Why do I have to go to this stupid ball? I'm just wasting my time," he scoffed under his breath as his parents scolded him once again, reminding him why this event is one of the most important events in their entire life.

His mint bangs sweeping across his forehead, the colour of his hair definitely too vulgar to attend such a luxurious ball yet he had refused to dye it, which had resulted in physical punishment and almost pinning him down to forcefully recolour it.

"Come on, Yoongi. Try to seduce their daughter to become your bride, or make friends with Jung Hoseok. Then maybe you'd actually be worth something. If you managed to sweet talk you way into getting some of their money maybe we'd actually love you." His mother kidded, yet they both knew she was being serious. Yoongi stared at his parents in disgust before putting on his leather dress shoes and glancing at himself at the reflection of the mirror in their living room one last time.

The family of three made their way into Yoongi's fathers lavish car, once getting in, they were being surrounded by the hint smell of lavender and mint, the leather fabric of the car seat that managed to somewhat comfort their tense and nervous bodies. Yoongi placed his ear buds in his ears and scrolled through his playlist listening to some of his favourite rap songs. He often did this to block out his parents obnoxious comments towards generally anything that wasn't up to their standards; perfect.

Yoongi has a secret developing interest in rapping, but his parents had forbid him to do anything more than to listen to it, and even so, sometimes they would disagree with the style. Sometimes while his parents were out at meetings or private events he would practice alone in his room wishing he could attend lessons but his parents had numerously tried to bribe him into learning something more "sophistacted" like the violin or piano.

He rested his head against the window, gazing at the dark night sky, shimmers of moonlight leaking through the cars windows. He began silently humming to the song "Doom Dada" by T.O.P. Wishing he could rap as fast as he could with such talent and energy. His dream is to meet someone as talented as the Korean rapper but he personally doesn't have the time and he's pretty sure the infamous idol doesn't have much time to spare either.

Minutes later they reached the Jung's mansion that is surely worth millions, a beautiful courtyard with a fountain leaking out water into a pond of koi fishes, lavish green grass, and rows and rows of trees and flowers somehow perfect aligned with one another.
The mansion is the palest shade of white with no scratches or paint etching off, a flight of stairs that lead to the front door which is entirely made out of glass. Hundreds of cars all parked outside the mansion, people in suits and dresses all walking towards the property, stunned at how amazing this piece of architecture is. It is surely breathtaking but the mansion was the last thing on Yoongi's mind.

Yoongi got out of the car, shutting the door lightly, before messily shoving his hands in his dress pants pockets. He felt a harsh slap at the back of his head, he scrunched his nose a light "ah" falling from his mouth as he turned his head to behind him.

"Take your head buds out, Yoongi! Where are your manners?!" His mother scowled as he rolled his eyes, they weren't even inside the mansion yetー let alone the property.

After obeying his witch-like mother's order, they walked past the five metre tall gates that spread across their whole property until their feet met with a cobblestone footpath. People of all heights and sizes amazed at every detail of the mansion and how well their garden was maintained and designed. Though Yoongi just wanted to eat expensive gourmet food and go home, he has no intention on making friends or finding "the one."