I don't know why I wrote this, I even at writing in English but I'll still try and leave the prologue here.

PROLOGUE

“Okay, Min Yoongi-ssi. Let’s say that you really do have a knack and thing for picking on me and that I always, always tolerate that.” Jimin stop from pacing back and forth in the large messy living room to stand in front of the still scarily calm older boy with his arms cross over his chest. “But don’t you think this is too much?”

Yoongi reached for the remote control and flipped over the boring channels of the huge flat screen TV in front of him, half of it was covered with Jimin’s body but who cares. “Too much? I think it’s just okay.”

“What?!” Jimin shouts and Yoongi snapped his head to raise the younger an eyebrow. Jimin look away, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I mean, okay? No. It is definitely not okay,” he added, voice quiet.

Yoongi found himself getting slightly annoyed and throw the remote control to the other end of the sofa, the poor thing tumbling over the cushions before hitting the carpeted floor. He doesn’t say anything, though, and Jimin sighs, uncrossing his arms.

“Listen here, Min Yoongi-ssi. I don’t mind you bully and annoy me at any given time over your lame stunts but marriage is kind of too much, okay? It’s not something to take as prank. Marriage is a serious thing,” the boy slowly says, staring at the silent elder in front of him. “I’m sorry but can you please tell your parents that you’re not agreeing on this arrangement? That you’re not ready for this. I’ll handle my parents—“ Jimin doesn’t get to finish his last sentence because Yoongi suddenly stood up and he jumps back, startled.

“No chance, Park Jimin.” Was all Yoongi says flatly before walking around the sofa to head on his room.

And Jimin watched the older boy walked away with eyes wide in confusion before the words dawned on him.

“No,” he whispers in horror.

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