Taehyung.

The wooden door before us made a noise indicating that someone is answering our knocks. My mother fixed her posture, plastering a smile.
A woman maybe in her fortys, opened the door, her eyes brightening up with wide smile. She immediately guessed us.

"Kims are here!" She beamed and opened the door wider. She fixed the small sofa and table, opening the small windows, letting the bright afternoon light in as we walked in. We looked around the small yet cozy and ventilated house. Though it was small, it wasn't suffocating rather warm. There were many beautiful paintings hanging on weak walls. The paintings held brilliant sceneries depicted.

"We were waiting for you all." A middle aged man came from room with a cheap cigar between his lips came with smile on his wrinkled face. He stood before us rubbing his hands.
"Apologies for making you late." my mother said.
"Aah, no need to apologize, I meant, we've been waiting for you since our very first meeting. I'm already feeling family with you. Pleasant to meet you. Please be sitted." He gestured us to sit so we obeyed.
"Chuffed to meet you too Mr Kim." My mother held a good posture which I'm very grateful of. She sometimes she forgets that she holds a high class and goes around imbecile.
After seconds as we were trying to initiate some unimportant conversation, the woman who opened the door earlier brought trays of snacks and juices.
"I'm Seokjin's mother." She introduce herself with shy tiny giggle, she looked pretty at this age too. My mother bowed to her and she fumbled with her fingers and looked around the house nervously.
"Please worth our hospitality and have snacks." Mr Kim polited.
"This beautiful man must be your younger son." Mrs Kim stared at Jimin who flushed little.
"Nice to meet you." Jimin said. I feel this family has good nature. Good nature brings good upbringing, so I reckon there son will worth our expectation. I just held a glass of juice to quench thy thirst.

After few minutes my mom spoke. "Where is Kim Seokjin? I'm so eager to see him." Mother clasped her hands.
Mr Kim looked at his husband and gestured something through eyes and that brought an awkward giggle from Mrs Kim. "He is out for walk, he'll be here soon." Mrs kim stuttered little. My mother nodded. I felt like I'm loosing some cool, as I had so much work pending. I tapped my foot as the time was passing by. Mr Kim looked at my uneasy feet and left a soft sigh.

"I'll bring some more snacks." Mrs Kim spoke. She saw our bothered faces and bit her lower lip. "He will be home soon. He promised us." Her voice hesitated which made me squint my eyes.
"Mother I ate snacks of whole week. Do that Kim Seokjin doesn't care for time and guests at arrived at his house?" Jimin whispered into our mother's ears which I heard. He is right. I sense Kim Seokjin don't have value of time and ethics. I irkly bit my inner cheek. I have a hell of work bestowed upon me. I can't sit here count and waste each seconds.

"Sorry but we have some urgent work to attend." I spoke up. Mrs Kim's eyes begged and desperately walked to us. "Please we give you so many apologies for this immorality of my son. He just left without letting us informed. I'm sorry on behalf of him. He will be back-"
Suddenly a knock on door pulled our attention to it. "I think he's here!" Mrs Kim exclaimed. We looked at the door being opened but everyone's face fell as a small boy stood at the door.
"Is Seokjin hyung here?" boy asked. Mrs Kim answered by shaking her head. "I came here to thank Seokjin hyung." Boy pouted as he looked at us. "He helped me with money by selling his paint colors. My mother is very grateful of him. Since my mother can't walk she gave her good wishes to hyung through me." He bowed and left out.

I felt my heart fluttered. This made me more eager to meet Kim Seokjin.

I think we waited patiently for more fifteen minutes.

"Mrs Kim he's here! Finally he is here!" Mrs Kim exclaimed and bounced from her seat as she looked out through the window that gave a view of garden filled with flowers and some creepers sprawling inside. Mrs Kim grinned nodding at us.

My mother sighed. "I thought he will reject this meeting." Thy Mother mumbled. Mrs Kim went out and we heard scolding her son. While a sweet honeyed voice chanted guilty apologies. Mrs Kim came back inside and looked us chuckling. "He is sorry for what he did." gave a tight lip smile.

And a young man came inside swiftly and bowed at us. His pink shirt had paint colors stained. His small face hid behind the silky black long locks swaying in the air as he bent to bow. His fragile hands holding a painted papers and color casket.
He looked at me and something magical happened. His beautiful deep honey orbs met mine and everything felt floating. He immediately lowered his gaze flushingly as our eyes met. His face displayed before my eyes and I felt my heart doing something unknown, something funny, I never felt. I've never met someone so beautiful that words shorten to describe. His face glowing peachily with a flawless implicit gorgeous brilliant features that were deep, expressive, and innocent. His big cherried lips quivering in nervous, as his small yet wide shoulder frame trembled in timid. His pink flushed cheeks having paint stain, Cute. Her mother hissed at his childishness and nudged him to wipe it of his face, which he embarrassedly did. I heard Jimin and mother's faint gasped. I held myself luckily and quickly from my jaw clicking open. He had a composed, an appealing posture with a bewitching figure. I glued myself to sit on sofa to keep myself from lifting on feet unconsciously.

"I'm sorry." He bowed with his soft expressive eyes lowered in guilt. His voice is all I can is. Pied piper.
"I didn't mean to make you wait. Just some urgency came upon me." He earnestly blattered but realized it so lowered his self with soft mumble.
"I'm sorry." He bit his lower lip.
My mother went to him and hugged him tightly. "It's okay. If it had to make us wait for witnessing such a beauty. Thousand wait worth it." Seokjin beamed diffidenly at my mother's generosity. He who held a coy, became more shy.
"Hello Seokjin." Jimin hugged him. "Nice to meet you Jimin-ssi." His wide smile displayed making me go weak.

His mother nudged him and gestured to maybe speak with me. He licked his lip before looking at me finally after trying to avoid my gaze that has been inevitably stuck on him.

"Hello." he bashfully said. I cleared my throat before speaking. "Hello." He flinched innocently a little at my voice.

For good minutes I didn't dared to look straight into his eyes. As I'm afraid they are mesmerizing enough to pull me. I could feel his short glances lingering on me, with a coy fumble with tea cup in his delicate fingers. As our eyes met he looked away again.

I roamed my eyes around to land on mischief motive smirk on Jimin's face. He looked at me and then at Seokjin before opening his mouth to speak. I hope this bonehead don't say something that embarrasses me.

"I think Seokjin and my brother should know about each other more. They should be given some privacy to talk alone." I don't know whether I must be excited, coy, or distasted. I quick shot a glance to Mr Kim who gave an encouraging nod, while Kim Seokjin bit his lower lip nervously.
Mrs Kim rung up. "Yes, you are right! They should be given privacy. How about our garden?" Mr Kim agreed give me and his son a smile.

I was glued on the sofa, but Seokjin couragely stood up and looked at me, so I followed him in the garden.
The garden was indeed beautiful. It looked like nursery with all types of flowers were to be seen, so calm. There sweet smell filling my nostrils. White flowers with various types laid around all the medium backyard, I loved it!

He walked beside me shyly staring at grass below our feets. By his reticence he won't be initiating the conversation. So I braved. "The garden looks beautiful." His eyes twinkled at me making me emit a sigh. "You liked it?" Aah! His voice. I would like him to sing me.

I looked at his sparkling face, and it held a beauty I've never seen before. His eyes had a shine that just took me by weak.
"Yes." He clasped his hand as I answered. "I always feel pleasant when someone loves my garden." He chuckled.
"You grew them?" he nodded and looked and moments later he looked at me. "What are your hobbies?"

"I don't have any impressive hobbies, but I can play violin, guitar." He gasped which made me sigh in awestruck.
"I always wanted to learn at least one musical instrument. They are beautiful to hold and more beautiful to play." He said while looking at the aisle laid beneath us. His side profile was presented to me. I would say it's like rose. Roses are capturing, an epitome of beauty. but it's rarest essence lives in it's thorn. Same goes to Seokjin. He is fragile like doll made of glass but he has a blunt, sharp hidden thing which can't be point out, but could sense it. That's what makes Seokjin outstanding.
I tore my gaze and looked around as my gaze would hold an uncomfort to him. "There was a boy who came here earlier to meet you and thank you."
"Who?" He asked.
"He didn't said his name but he said that you helped him and his mother by selling your paints." he opened his mouth a little as he recognized. "That was so kind and admirable of you." he looked down shaking his head.

"Just a small way to practice humanity." He said such a beautiful thing with so much ease.

As we were trudging around, I saw a wooden board hanging with help of veils. The board had a carvings written. 'Kim Seokjin's mini paradise.'
I chuckled in his winsom. When he listened my chuckled, he looked at me and followed my gaze. He bit his lower lip and giggled prettily.

He has a brilliant exception in almost everything he does, possess. Something about him is draws my self, my heart, my senses, my attention, how can a person hold and twist once thoughts and feelings in just first meeting?

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"Yes-he a carrier. I asked Mrs Kim beforehand. Oh God, he is blessed in all good ways." Mrs Kim breathed in bliss.
"You know Jimin, he had got so many proffers before and still gets from big names be here or overseas, but he got interested in our Taehyung." The mother of two held a proud pitch voice.
"Mother, I really adored him from the moment I saw him. He is so gorgeous! More than anyone. He was quite different and impressive from the past maidens we saw. Did you see his posture, his ethics, his soft gestures, everything of him had an pleasnt, tranquil aura. befitting to hyung. They make such a perfect envious couple." Jimin confessed and Mrs Kim gave him a pat on cheek as in an agreement.
Jimin looked at his brother who was busy in his own thoughts. Jimin smirked teasingly. "Hyung, what do you say? Aah, don't act like you unheard us. I know you are aware of our each words." he giggled as his brother who gave an indifferent look.
"Hyung, do you agree on marrying him? Don't deny the proposal. You won't get someone else like him. You both will match made in heaven." He said in little firm tone.

"Yes he is right." Nodded Mrs Kim.

"I'll think about it." Taehyung said after a seconds passed.

Marrying him won't be a bad decision at all. Imagining him with me itself gives me a good surreal feelings in heart. A feeling that is so beautiful to witness. I always had a little void, little cold, a missing feeling in myself. But thinking of him as my wife completes my missing part, fills void. Does this happen when we meet soulmate? Is this love at first sight?

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I hope this story isn't getting bored. Love you all.