Common Sense (taegi)

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"Min Yoongi are you listening to your mother?"

I shook my head solemnly , black hair falling in my eyes ,never moving my gaze from the dinner plate on the table before me.

I wasn't the least bit interested in this dinner nor the people i was having it with. All they wanted to talk about was my up coming 20th birthday bash. The same night i was to choose a bride to court.

I sat at the long wooden table beside my two younger brothers Jungkook and Hoseok. our father, the king, seated at the head of the table opposite our mother, the queen.

The royal family together in one room was always a beautiful sight to behold. All of us graciously gifted with the characteristics of perfect porcelain skin and midnight black hair. Eyes a gorgeous combination between sea green and royal blue. All tall and lanky with a lethal air.

"It is in the families best interest that you pick a noble girl, preferably one with black hair and blue eyes. We wish to keep the traits strong." Father drawled cutting into his steak and taking a bite "it would also be in our favor if you scout her out before your birthday party so we may be prepared."

I nodded my  head again, not daring to look up in fear my anger would shine through.

Ive known for years that this time would come. As oldest son i would one day take over the throne and i needed a beautiful wife by my side to ease the people, but i made the mistake of believing i would have a choice in who it was.

Many girls had been flocking the castle gates as of late. Doing anything in their power to try and catch my attention. Little did they know that father already had my bride picked out.

The man made it seem as if I would be the one to stumble upon her , to fall in love, but I'd  heard the whispers through the walls. I knew what the plan was. I knew that they'd have a girl made up and set perfectly and they'd make it clear sooner or later that she was to be chosen. But to keep up the façade they would have to fake smiles, fake compassion.

Jungkook glanced at me with a worried expression. I hadn't touched any of my dinner.

"That is enough talk for the day Namjoon, let the poor boy breathe." Mom piped up also noticing my sullen state.

Father rolled his eyes at her "he will have no time to breathe when it is his turn to rule."

He snaps his fingers hastily and an ambush of servants come rushing in tugging a young girl along with them.

They stand her still before our dinning table and get to work straightening out the wrinkles in her simple white dress and fixing her hair before fleeing as quickly as they had came.

"I've decided that it's better for you two to get to know each other before the party, no more beating around the bush."

He gestures at the pretty young girl. Way younger than I am. With the desired traits I might add. Black hair, blue eyes, slender.

"Yoongi meet your bride. Kang Seulgi"