Each servant within that house had been to Jin's room, asking him if he had an appetite for something to eat, but unfortunately, the greedy child would respond "No" each time, nearly banishing every maid out of his playroom, including the butler that was a bit more strict, but even so, no one within the mansion knew their way around such a spoiled boy.

"Young Sr. Jin, you must eat something. You shan't be go to bed with such an empty stomach, you will get a tummy ache and that won't be nice, will it?" Just by hearing such overused command, the boy puffed out his chest and turned his head over towards his toys as he proceeded to ignore the poor maid once more.

"I've exhausted all of my options with your son, Mrs. Kim. I truly did try them all, I even cooked one of his favorite dishes, yet... Nothing. He just won't come out of his playroom." Jin overheard one of the maids talking to his mother.

After having heard that conversation, immediately his doorknob twisted opened, and the lock on his heavy wooden door was pried right open, to his misfortune. The boy stood up, showing himself to his mother who was dressed up in one of her most beautiful dresses within the house.

"Seokjin, there will be a ball hosted by us here tonight, and I expect you to be on your best behavior in front of each guest." Her son looked up at her, pouting with a bear plush in his hand.

"Mommyyy, you look pretty! Can I wear this to the party tonight, pweeease?? Pretty please with-" his mother moved her finger to the cupid's bow on her soft lips, silencing her son for a moment.

"Seokjin, what have I told you about you begging? And you cannot refer to me in that way tonight, my child. You must be mature enough, or else I will have no choice but to ban you from entering the ballroom until tomorrow, when the party is over." As if magic, her son immediately rephrased himself and stood up straight on his back.

"My apologies, mother Kim. It won't happen again, I promise to be a good boy tonight. But I beg of thee, allow me into the ballroom." His words sounded convincing to the workers who were assuming their daily household chores, yet silently eavesdropping on the Kim's conversations, as they secretly would for the sake of their own curiosity.

However, while the trusty servants seemed to be convinced, his mother was far beyond skeptical, knowing how her son's ADHD could often act out on him in the most serious situations within the mansion.

She gently knelt down to the shorter boy's side, cupping his coral pinkish cheeks as he normally had a natural blush tone to his face, and occasionally even his ears when tinted a darker shade of red, depending on what embarrassing situation he caught himself in.

His unsteady leg continuously tapped the floor and his head swung around, hearing the music he had playing on repeat in his room.

"Why were you crying?" His mother asked, showing little to no expression of actual concern or sympathetic emotions towards her son, knowing how easily manipulative he could be.

Seokjin then proceeded to explain what had occurred in between him and his father this morning, growing a bit embarrassed retelling the story and realizing how childish he was truly being.

His tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes grew smaller as his squinted. "Father and I got into an argument this morning, mother." He shamefully admitted, adding in that he was the one who started the
argument in the first place.

Mrs. Kim shook her head at her son, releasing her hands from his face with disappointment tracing her own. She wrapped the soft fabric of her expensive lilac dress around her arms, crossing them.

In that very moment, Jin knew he was in trouble.

"Seokjin, what have you been taught? To never disobey your elders, especially your parents. You've dishonored your father by insisting on leaving this house when you know very well you aren't supposed to."

Her words made the boy feel far worse than before, and his eyes filled with fresh tears that coiled within them.

"I.. I- I don't want f-father to be angered by me, mother. I- I'm sorry!!" The boy bend down to his knees, growing guilty each passing minute.

With his head facing the ground, his mother attempted to snap her son out of his trance, yet she failed as he was already entranced and determined to fix things that could be much simpler than how he portrays them.

To him, angering or being a bother to either one of his parents meant he was failing at being the royal son his family trained him to be from the moment of his birth.

"I apologize! I apologize sincerely! I apologize! I-" Before further humiliating himself in the presence of his mother, the boy felt a pair of hands carelessly wrap around his thin wrists, gently bringing him back up and onto his feet, where he bowed down, meeting his father's shoes along the way.

"Apology accepted." Mr. Kim announced, praising his son with a gentle pat on the shoulder and a small box.

"Here's a new toy to add into your collection, sweetheart."

"FATHER! This is the one I wanted!! Thank you oh so very much, I promise I'll be a good bow from now on, I LOVE YOU, FATHER!!"

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