The Prince's Selected

Chapter One

"Jimin, get your big ass head out of the way," Yoongi shouted as he threw a pillow at his younger brother.

Jimin scowled and flipped his brother the birdie, "Shut up, I'm trying to watch the broadcast."

"Sure, better make sure to wipe away that drool you have there," Yoongi rolled his eyes at Jimin. "We wouldn't want you staining the carpet because you have a crush on Prince Charming over there."

Jimin snapped as he launched the pillow back at Yoongi, "Can't you listen for once? My husband's about to talk, and I can't even concentrate on the television with you blabbering about my perfectly normal-sized head."

"Sorry to crush your little gay dreams, Minnie, but I'm ninety-nine percent sure that Jung Hoseok is straight," Yoongi said.

Jimin smirked and winked at his older  sibling, "That's because he hasn't met me yet. I'd make him gay in the blink of an eye."

"Ew, gross," Yoongi cringed and almost threw a shoe at him, but Sumi walked in at that exact moment and flopped down onto the couch, next to her son.

"I hate that bitch," she sighed as soon as her body sagged onto Yoongi's. She stretched and then cuddled into the sofa. "But I also love her."

Jimin whined, "Mom, I'm trying to watch the broadcast!"

Sumi grumbled, "I swear you're obsessed with the royal family. It's not like they're the Kardashians or anything."

"Hey!" Jimin turned to look at his mother with narrowed eyes. "The Jungs are very respectful and wonderful leaders. They've done a lot for our country."

"And here we are," Yoongi muttered, his chin falling into his open palm, "as poor as poor can be."

His mother whacked him upside the head, "Just because we're in the lower casts, that doesn't mean you guys can complain about life like we have it the worst."

"But we do have it the worst-"

"Shh! He's speaking!" Jimin cut Yoongi off, which caused the older boy to glare at the younger. Jimin didn't notice, though, as his eyes were already trained onto the beaming figure now standing up to give his report.

"Hello everyone!" Hoseok cheerfully waved at the audience. "As you know, I will officially come of age tomorrow!" A slight bit of applause could be heard on the studio while Yoongi clicked his tongue. Jimin clapped so hard and fast that his hands became red in a matter of seconds. He was a bit enthusiastic, one could say. "Along with coming of age, there comes a time that everyone has been anticipating. The selection."

"Marry me now!" Jimin wailed and rolled around on the ground despairingly. He quickly composed himself to be able to pay close attention to his beloved prince.

Yoongi snorted, "Idiot."

Hoseok respectfully nodded, "So please fill out your submissions if you are a single female from the age of twenty-five and eighteen. Thirty-five wonderful women will be brought to the capital, and one of them will become the future queen of our kingdom. The submissions will arrive tomorrow. Please, do consider filling them out."

"How does one change their gender?" Jimin questioned as the prince sat back down in his seat. The broadcast continued onto other news that the sixteen year-old found no interest in.

Yoongi chuckled, "You can't change your gender just because you want to marry Jung Hoseok."

"I don't see why not," Jimin denied. "He's handsome, kind, and rich. All three things should make him more than suited to be my husband."

"One, he's not gay. And two, you're not a girl," Yoongi said as he turned to look at his mother who had somehow already managed to snooze off. Yep, that was his mother. "Besides, you still have school to finish."

"Fuck school," Jimin replied. Yoongi shot him a look. "Ugh, fine, whatever then. I'm gonna go to bed now."

Yoongi called after the broody teenager that was already on his way to the room they shared, "But the broadcast isn't over yet! I thought you wanted to watch it."

"Screw you!" Jimin yelled before slamming their bedroom door shut.

Yoongi laughed in amusement to himself, "Aish, Jiminie, what will we do with you?" He then glanced down at his sleeping parent and sighed. "Let's get you to bed."