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"This is Chris," Jimin had introduced her when they met the mayor, "She's one of hyung's new friends and she's the one who had the idea of making a fundraiser for his dad."
"Hi," Chris bowed, reaching her hand out, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," the older man sent her a charming grin. His snowy hair fell over from his crown, eyes warm and smooth as honey, face lined with experience. She wondered if his son—who Jimin and Hoseok spoke so fondly of—had inherited his good looks.
They were seated in a corner booth of Jimin's diner. Chris wasn't very approving of the location as she was worried Hoseok would find out—he seemed to have eyes all around the town—but it was the only convenient place. With Jimin having to keep an eye on the diner and the mayor having to get back to his office down the street.
"Jimin's told me that you wanted to utilise our next fundraiser to raise money for Hoseok's father," he continued and Chris somehow saw a glisten flash through his eyes. Like a diamond turning in the light. She adored their bond.
"Yes, I was hoping to ask for some advice with it, perhaps organising a ball similar to your annual one or maybe a fundraiser like the ones you hold in the town square every month."
"I wouldn't mind changing the cause of this year's ball," he pulled out a notebook and started scribbling something down. "I don't know if he would want his condition revealed to the entire town, however."
"You're right, I'm a bit unsure about how to go about that, because I wouldn't want people donating to an unknown cause. But, like you said, it's not our story to tell."
"Well, I really like this idea of donating for my friend so I don't want to let this it go. Perhaps we don't promote it as a fundraiser?"
"But Hoseok said everyone really only participates in things like this to raise money for worthy causes—would that work?"
"He's not wrong," the mayor shrugged, "But town balls are quite the tradition in Alchemilla, it would be stranger for someone not to attend one."
"He also said the next ball was going to be dedicated to the school—"
"He only knows that because we've talked about it at family meetings, it hasn't actually been advertised."
"Would that really be okay?"
"Yes, of course! I think this is a brilliant idea! Would you want to plan it?"
"Honestly, I'd be honoured."
"It's decided then!" he clapped his hands together before standing, "I'm so thankful that you had come up with this idea. His father wasn't accepting any of our money and we didn't want to just sit back and watch it happen without doing our best to help him."
"Thank you so much for giving me the permission, I hope to make it unforgettable."
"I'm glad our Hoseokie met a friend who'd do something like this for him," he pat Chris and Jimin on the shoulders, "I hope you don't mind if I excuse myself, I've got to get back to the office now."
