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8 • 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘵

14.10.18

"Yes, yes I do.."

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"Yoon, why aren't you married yet?" A curious, silver-haired teen boy questioned his hyung comfortably, in a way no-one would do so informally.

So-called Yoon hyung, now clad in a new attire of fresh, white pristine clothes- but still expensive no matter how much he tried to dress casually- looks himself over in the tall body-length mirror, back facing the curious younger silver-haired boy who sits jittering on the edge of the richer's bed, legs kicking childishly.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want to get married." He grumbled distantly, still focused on buttoning up his pure white blouse, struggling to pin the delicate yet extravagantly annoying buttons together with clumsy ring-covered fingers in front of a mirror.

"Ah, because needing to find a partner and delivering a child to inherit your place as "the prince of Daegu Districts" isn't your cup of tea." The cute younger said in a matter-of-a-fact tone, hopping off the bed easily with the help of his long, tan legs now guiding him right in front of the dark-haired, handsome older whose life isn't really at ease right now due to some stupid buttons not slotting into their rightful places.

Yoongi, raising an eyebrow but not surprised, looked down at the silver-haired boy to stare at the sudden appearance of delicate features close to his face, so so pretty tan features, his fumbling fingers dropping to the sides of his body, letting the other help him with his shirt instead.

"TaeTae, I'm not "the prince of Daegu Districts." I'm just a rebellious rich guy getting ready to take over father's business one day by wearing formal gem-induced clothes every single second of my life." He muttered, breath loosely fanning against the smaller's face that had a innocent yet matured, attentative expression and a tongue poking out from his mouth as he concentrates on Yoongi's button-up shirt instead of the way his hyung was staring at him.

"Aish hyung, you're no less than royalty itself. Don't you know how charming you are? And being rebellious against this life we're living is okay, you don't have to hide your grudge against the way you're practically having to live up to other's expectations. Oh, especially mother's expectations all the time, even when you eat or sleep- goddammit that sounds creepy." His silver hair swayed side to side cutely as the ranting boy shook his head to rid the thought of their mother breathing down Yoongi's neck 25/8 everyday.

He's kinda glad his older brother was the chosen one to become the next boss for their company; and then it'll be his turn to take over- probably in a millennium or something but that didn't stop him from worrying senseless, thinking that he'll become a horrible boss after Yoongi and not being able to become the perfect father since he'll be caught up in work for his upcoming heir/child.

He shivered. "God, hyung now I know why you hate the thought of marriage."

Yoongi laughed airily at the younger's remark, automatically and without much thought, cupped the silver boy's face in his bigger, jewellery-strewn hands in affection as adoration swelled in his chest.

Kim Taehyung wasn't his biological brother, nor a stepbrother of some sort. He was an adopted child that his father saw at an orphanage, but that didn't stop Yoongi loving this one precious, beautiful boy with the most prettiest, natural wavy silver hair and heterochromatic orbs; one a shade of amber and the other a crystal blue.