"He didn't marry you to become King, he became King so he could marry you."
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After the King of Korea dies suddenly due to disease, his oldest son Park Jimin is next in line for the throne. The problem is, he doesn't have a partner, and he hates the...
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Since part of this competition was trying to get the prince to spend time with the contestants and choose who he wants to be with, there were scheduled times where the prince had to meet every candidate.
Surprisingly, Yoongi was the first one to be chosen, staring his wide eyes at the sheet of paper in front of them.
He could vaguely hear the mutters of the other men, "damn, I should have made a better impression," or, "I should have treated him better."
Jungkook and Kai nudged his shoulder on either side of him, grins cheeky as fuck. "He chose you first Hyung." Jungkook smirked, and Kai laughed. "Yeah Yoongi. You must have made a lasting impression on him."
"But we only took a walk after he caught me sniffing flowers." Yoongi replied in confusion. Kai sighed. "It's precisely because you sniffed the flowers."
"There's no way that stick gets to go first." Minjae growled, catching their attention. Yoongi felt his hackles rise again. Who dares to call him a stick?
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Yoongi snapped. "But unless your blind, I'm going first and you can't change that."
Minjae sneers at him and looks away pointedly. "What an ass." Yoongi muttered and Kai and Jungkook nodded.
They were in what was called the Alpha room, a room exclusively for the Alphas, and no one other than they can enter. Except for the royal family of course.
In that room, there were books, those games you play at an arcade, like fooseball and air hockey. There were even TV sets, with elaborate looking speakers.
"I think I'm going to spend most of my time here." Kai mumbled, flopping onto a couch and stretching, yawning as he did so. Yoongi laughed. "Me too, these couches are like, super comfy."
"The prince is never going to like you if you laze around like that." Minjae snarled from the other side of the room, and Yoongi glared at him. "What's with you picking on us all the time? Fuck off."
"Whatever." He sneers. "I'll just have to be better than you at everything then. You'll probably cry when you're kicked out."
Yoongi rolls his eyes and turned his back on him. "Cmon." He says. "Let's go do something."
When Yoongi was to meet Jimin for the first meeting, to say he was a bit nervous was an understatement. This was to be his first meeting with Jimin as a prince, and not someone Yoongi thought he was an equal to.
Jimin had met Yoongi up at his room, the latter waiting restlessly by the door. When the door opened he immediately jumped up from where he was sitting in his bed and bowed.
