Crown prince Yoongi was luring her into doing something she had never imagined she would ever be asked to do, but the way he asked her, the way his eyes intensely locked with her agitated, unsure ones, the way his hidden aura coiled all around her small body and made her feel as light as a feather in strong autumnal breezes, the way his cold, sweaty hands s all along her bare shoulder, and most importantly, the way he voiced his demands, that low, deep and rich tone and that pleasingly odoriferous, radiant aureole of his sacredness that was floating all around his body was more than enough to trick her into believing that she wanted to to do everything that had ever been prohibited.

Dear Mother,

I don't know how to feel about crown prince Yoongi and his crystal ways to shimmer ardent love and shameless adoration within me

And even if he was doing nothing but making it clear that he is using me, I still fell hard for him and was ready to take drastic measures to become who he wanted me to be,

For I, my mother, had never felt so free.