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“This is absurd! Just because I’m not a hoity toity royal snub nosed pudding eater I can’t see The Nightingale perform! How dare they monopolize my bird’s time!” Yoongi exclaimed, falling to his bed dramatically.
“You’re a ridiculously silly baby,” his best friend Jimin giggled from his perch on the window seat.
“I am not a baby!” Yoongi huffed with a pout, the chima (skirt) of his hanbok riding up enough to show his sokchima (underskirt).
“Please sit up. You’re almost showing me your dari-sokgot! I’d rather not know you so well,” the other omega teased.
With a disgruntled grunt, he rolled his way into a sitting position. “I’ve wanted to see The Nightingale for ages, but nothing. And now! Now, they’re here – so close but so far! Life is so unfair, Jimin!”
“Yes, I can tell by your rugged accommodations that you are very deprived,” he smirked, looking around at the plush bedding and expensive décor.
“Must you insist on mocking me at every juncture? How I even related to such a ghastly omega is beyond me,” he complained, nose upturned.
“Stop being such a priss,” Jimin teased, earning himself a rude hand gesture from the other omega. “Anyhow, word has it that the queen has finally decided to open up selection for an omega for the crown prince. They’re having a ball this weekend for that very thing. Any unmated omega of noble birth is eligible, and I happen to know a few unmated omegas of such standards.”
“Ugh, like either of us would ever be considered for crown princess.”
“There isn’t anything stopping us from doing just that, you know.”
“Have you gone insane? What do I have to get out of auditioning to be some royal narcissist’s glorified bragging right?” Yoongi asked, walking over to the low table where Jimin was now seated and joining him for a cup of tea.
“Well, if you were half the weasel I know you have the potential to be, you would know that the only way to see your little Nightingale is to be in the royal court. And the only way for you to join the royal court is to earn the favor of a certain eligible crown prince,” he smiled, wagging his eyebrows salaciously.
“Oh, for Confucius’s sake, Jimin. Wait, you have a point. You absolute madman, I may see my lovely Nightingale yet!” he exclaimed, jumping up and rushing over toward his wardrobe.
“What are you doing?”
“Planning my outfit for the ball! Don’t just sit there on your bum – get up and help me!”
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Hoseok sat back watching the court dance, taking in the various people having a merry old time. Then he looked over at his mother taking in every omega present, no doubt analyzing their worth as potential mates. This whole event was, of course, her idea. He would have preferred meeting someone organically, but being the crown prince meant only the best omegas would be eligible for a chance to mate him. Something his mother reminded him of regularly.
Every omega that had signed up to be considered as a potential match had already undergone rigorous testing to ensure they would be a fine choice for him. They had undergone medical exams to ensure they were healthy, fertile virgins, further exams to ensure they were literate, well-versed, and knew what they were signing up for, and then narrowed down to the thirty best omegas in the land.
As crown prince, Hoseok had given up on finding love a long time ago. He knew he had to play a certain role as the future king, having been trained to fulfill that role since birth. Every single thing he had even been allowed to do had been because it was somehow able to be incorporated into some type of lesson. How he hated the endless lessons.
He just wanted to be a normal alpha who was allowed to feel normal things, but nope, not Jung Hoseok. No, he had to be cognizant of every single one of his actions at all times. Something much easier said than done for most normal people. But Jung Hoseok was no normal person. He had been crafted to be the best of the best – everything he did, he did better than everyone else. From sword fighting to calligraphy, he had studied with the best and had practiced tirelessly to ensure he would make his lineage proud.
That need to outdo everyone in everything he did had shaped every facet of his life, including the personal relationships he had. He befriended people who were at the top of their individual career paths, people with outstanding skills he could learn and benefit from. The thing was he did this without even realizing or planning to do so. It was as if everyone around him naturally wanted to do better. His mother referred to it as his “magnetism” while his father told him it was because he’s a Jung.
His mind wandered as he looked over the various omegas. All of them were physically attractive, but that really didn’t matter to him. He was more interested in the people behind the faces. After all, he’d have to spend the rest of his life with them, and pretty only lasted so long when the other person and you have nothing in common.
Next to him, his father nudged him with a smile, “Anyone catch your eye yet?”
“I haven’t even talked to any of them, so I can’t say,” he shrugged, earning a laugh from the King.
To think an alpha needed to talk the omega to see if he was interested was hilarious to him. Omegas were meant to vessels of pleasure, mothers for their children, and vixens for other alphas to envy. But Hoseok had always been a bit different than his father.
On his other side, his mother leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, son, I know you’ll find someone special today.”
Her smile, like always, did wonders to calm his nerves.
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Yoongi was pleased as punch the entire night. The food was good, the music was wonderful, and the people were kind. At first, he had been nervous coming here without Jimin, who had been disqualified during the testing for not being a virgin, earning a giggle and a shrug from his best friend. But he soon warmed up to everything around him, loving the entire experience.
Some of the other omegas were snooty, but for the most part, they were kind and interesting. He had met omegas from all over the kingdom, but it was one from the complete opposite side of the kingdom that he found himself drawn toward. They were both male omegas, which in itself was a rarity, but they both also shared a love for being preposterously ridiculous. But unlike his new friend, Seokjin, Yoongi did not have a built-in self-preservation feature that prevented him from being a complete terror.
No, Yoongi was the youngest in his family and the only omega in a family with four alpha children. His parents and siblings had all doted on him throughout his life, something he welcomed with open arms. His dam had told him that some might find his behavior improper for an omega seeking to be Crown Princess, but he did not care. He wanted his future alpha to treat him in the way he was accustomed. After all, what was the point in tying yourself to someone who wasn’t willing to accept you for who you truly were?
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Each omega had lined up to introduce themselves and give a small blurb about themselves as well. He listened to each one ramble on about nothing in particular, soon growing bored of the whole affair. Honestly, he was not impressed with any of them and wanted the whole thing to hurry up so he could snack on a few more gwaja. His mouth watered at the thought of the little treats.
Two more babblers and it was now his turn to introduce himself to the royal family. He bowed before beginning, “My name is Min Yoongi. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”
They stared at him with polite smiles on their faces, waiting for him to continue. He stared back with the same smile, unwilling to give much in terms of details as his mind was wandering back to the desserts.
“Tell us about yourself, omega,” the King ordered, earning a brief look of disgust from Yoongi before he nodded. He swore he heard the Crown Prince hold back a laugh.
“I did.”
“Is there nothing interesting about you? Are you merely a name?” the King rebutted.
“No, I am quite a lot more than a name, Your Majesty, but I also know that none of you particularly care for anything I might add. Forgive me for saving myself the effort of having to produce a sufficiently entertaining quip and you from having to feign interest in said quip,” he spoke with a raised eyebrow.
“I…see,” spoke the King, not quite sure of how to respond. “Well, in that case, let’s continue to the next omega.”
And as the King’s attention shifted toward the person to his left, the rambling continued.
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The night continued, Yoongi dancing with Seokjin and partaking in his fair share of desserts and snacks. He had earned himself some nasty glares from the other omegas once the introductions were done. With a determined scowl of his own, he simply ignored them and walked over to get a dessert.
Now, it was apparently time for the Crown Prince to make his decision. While Yoongi desperately wanted to see The Nightingale perform, he knew the likelihood of him being picked as the next Crown Princess was very unlikely. He hoped that his new friend Seokjin would be chosen as he was kind and good hearted.
“Very well, it would seem the Crown Prince has made his decision. Once I call the omega’s name, would they please accompany me to their new quarters,” a beta attendant announced, earning the hushed whispers of many of those in the crowd. “Very well, the Crown Prince has chosen…Min Yoongi. Will said omega please accompany me? And the rest of you, continue to enjoy the festivities.”
Yoongi stood paralyzed with indecision, fully not expecting his name to be called. After a few moments and a gentle nudge from Seokjin beside him, he took a deep breath before following the man.
“Ah, you must be Min Yoongi,” the man smiled, earning a nod from the omega. “Well, I am Jungkook. I’ll be your one of your personal gungnyeo from now on. I’ll be helping you with the transition to palace life.”
Yoongi followed closely behind, listening to Jungkook describe the various rooms they passed. He had no idea what he was doing or how he’d deal with the craziness to come, but at least he’d be able to see The Nightingale!
“Okay, this is your room. Well, at least until the mating ceremony next week,” he smiled, opening the door for him.
“NEXT WEEK?!”
“Yes, they were benevolent enough to give you more time to get to know each other,” Jungkook smiled.
“How kind. Anyhow, what’s on the itinerary for the rest of the night?” he asked, walking into the room and running his hand along the beautiful tapestry that graced one of the walls.
“Tonight, you shall have your first meeting with the Crown Prince. A tad untraditional, but he insisted on meeting you as soon as possible,” Jungkook smiled. “Have a rest for now. I’ll be back in about an hour to prepare you for tea with the Crown Prince.”
“Oh? Should I change?” he asked, unconsciously smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in his jeogori.
“No, that will be fine. It is just a small meeting for introductions. Nothing overly formal.”
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An hour and a few minutes later, he sat across from the Crown Prince after a rather clumsy introduction. He was abysmally awkward around handsome alphas and Hoseok had proven to be the handsomest he had yet to meet.
Once they were brought the serving of tea, the alpha poured some for them both into their small bowls. They sat across from each other, Yoongi doing his best to not comment on how much the alpha’s stare was affecting him.
“You’re not as outspoken as you seemed to be earlier, omega,” the alpha said, taking a drink of his tea then smirking.
“Well, pardon me for not verbalizing every opinion for your personal amusement,” he huffed, sipping his own beverage.
“Ah, there’s the spitfire that caught my eye.”
“You like being pestered verbally?”
“Maybe I like a bit of a fight from my prey,” he rumbled.
“I am not your prey, you foul minded wretch. You really need to develop a hobby.”
The alpha cackled, “You, my lovely omega, will most certainly be a hobby worth undertaking.”
“Well, I never…”
“Oh, but you will,” he smiled seductively.
“I-I…um, oh look, yaksik, my favorite,” he said, trying to change the topic as he took a bite of the sweet, honeyed treat.
Taking one of his own and slowly biting into it, the alpha looked into his eyes, “They’re my favorites as well. I just love the taste of honey on my lips.”
And with that Yoongi’s own honey scent spiked before he rushed out of the room and back into his own quarters, closing the door behind him and jumping into the bed and screaming into his pillow.
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The next morning would be his first breakfast with the royal family as a whole. He had been mortified that he had allowed the alpha to get under his skin and had a resolute determination that he’d come out of this meal with the upper hand.
“Well, if it isn’t my future omega in law,” the Queen smiled as Yoongi took a seat next to her at the long table. “I must say I found my son’s choice of future mate quite refreshing. Someone will need to keep him in check,” she smiled.
“Yes, yes, I agree. He has already proven himself to be quite the handful. Hoseok here would do well to be shaped a bit by an omega like him,” the King spoke jovially.
“I agree! He has quite the reputation for being stubbornly pessimistic about finding love. I was quite surprised when he mentioned you after the introductions,” the Queen continued.
“Oh? Why is that?” Yoongi asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Now, now, he doesn’t want to hear about that,” Hoseok interrupted, trying to stop his parents’ conversation.
“Nonsense, I most certainly would love to hear about it,” he said, defiantly staring the alpha in his eyes.
“Well, right after the introductions, Hoseok looked over at the two of us with the widest grin. He said he was very interested,” the King chuckled.
“Actually, my dear, I believe his exact words were ‘I’m going to mate that feisty omega’,” the Queen added with a softer but just as teasing chuckle of her own.
“Really? How interesting. He failed to mention said statement to me. He made himself to be much more suave when we spoke last night,” Yoongi smiled softly.
Hoseok’s eyes widened at the comment. Such a thing was considered far too suggestive to be brought up in public, let alone at the breakfast table with your future mate’s parents.
“Oh, you two spoke last night, did you?” the Queen asked, a wicked twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes, he insisted on a private tea session near my quarters. It was quite…enlightening,” he smiled as he watched the Crown Prince lose the bravado he had the night before.
“How interesting,” the King said, raising an eyebrow at his son. “I thought my son to be a far more proper and reserved alpha than that. We most certainly did not rear him to behave in such a vulgar manner. I apologize for his choice and hope he did not…impose himself on you.”
“Oh no, nothing of the sort. He was a perfect gentleman the entire time. He said he only wanted to meet me prior to today to settle his nerves,” Yoongi replied, innocence in his pretty brown eyes.
“I’m very relieved to hear that. And you, omega, seem to be of proper standing despite our first meeting. I must say I am relieved my son’s desire to meet his future omega did not result in any improper behavior on his part.”
The Queen looked at her son before speaking to Yoongi, “Yes, I agree. Such behavior can only lead to trouble. Now, we shall dismiss the two of you for the day so that you may get to know each other. In public that is,” she said, looking once again to Hoseok.
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“Do you find teasing your future alpha to be amusing?” Hoseok asked once they were out of earshot of their chaperones.
“Oh, do you find me a tease. I shall try my best to rectify that behavior,” he said, nose upturned, as he continued walking along the lakeside pathway on the palace grounds.
“Why do I find that statement to be another fib of yours?”
“Another fib? Why, my soon to be mate, would you suggest a properly reared omega of good standing, such as myself, would ever lie about anything?” Yoongi replied, a hand to his chest in feigned innocence.
“You lied at breakfast. You sat there and fully and knowingly lied to my parents, the King and Queen, about our rendezvous last evening.”
“Oh, you would rather I share the words you spoke? You would prefer I let them know just how foul the Crown Prince’s mouth really is? I thought it a private conversation between future mates, but perhaps I was mistaken,” he said, blinking innocently at the alpha.
“Those eyes,” Hoseok said, pointing at Yoongi. “Those eyes are wicked. I bet you’ve gotten away with a lot of naughty things with that look, haven’t you?”
“Me? Naughty? Methinks you are trying to tarnish my pristine reputation, good sir. Hmpf,” he said, turning and continuing his walk.
Hoseok stood back and smiled. Yoongi was most definitely proving himself quite the defiant omega. Good thing he was more than willing to meet whatever challenge the minx might bring.
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“Yoongi, come now. You look beautiful already. Let’s go,” Jungkook said, rapping once again on the bathroom door.
“Yes, yes, I know that,” he replied, finally emerging. “I just want to be sure my hair does not fall. This updo is very uncomfortable, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look great. How on earth do people live with such large hair?”
Jungkook smiled, “I’m not sure, but it is very becoming. Now, let’s go, the Crown Prince will be participating in the swordsmen section which starts in half hour.”
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Yoongi and Jungkook sat side by side a few seats away from the King and Queen watching the festivities. They had been a tad bit late and missed the opening but were in time to see the traditional omega dancers. He noticed right away how the beta’s eyes lit up watching a particular omega.
“The one in yellow is quite lovely, wouldn’t you say,” he whispered, earning a bashful nod from the beta.
“Am I that obvious?”
“Yes, but I find it charming. Don’t worry, I shan’t tell anyone of them.”
“Thank you.”
“On one condition,” Yoongi smiled.
“W-What’s that?”
“You tell me who they are.”
“Fine. That’s Taehyung. We grew up together, and I always had a bit of a crush on him.”
“That look is more than a crush.”
“Okay, okay. It is. But I presented as a beta,” he shrugged sadly.
“So?”
“So, an omega like him needs an alpha to make him happy. I’m not enough.”
“Balderdash! You are a magnificent person, Jungkook. And if this Taehyung person is half as wonderful as you seem to think he is, I’m sure he already knows as much. Give him a chance to prove himself. I bet he’d surprise you,” Yoongi smiled, offering him a jungpyeon.
“Thanks. Do you always have snacks?”
“Of course, I do. Don’t be silly,” he smiled, sharing a giggle with the other.
They continued watching the various performers, Yoongi growing nervous as they announced the sword fighting demonstration. Even though he knew it was only a demonstration and no real danger was involved, he still worried the alpha would somehow be injured.
Soon, he found himself speechless as he watched the alpha skillfully battle his way through the other swordsmen. Each move was impressively graceful yet frighteningly powerful. He easily maneuvered his way through the others, proudly showing off his dexterity when his sword was knocked away. He quickly outwitted the other, knocking the man’s sword from his hand and easily overpowering him with his nondominant hand.
Yoongi watched in awe at each of the alpha’s movements, his heart rate increasing as he did. Once the last opponent had been taken down, Hoseok turned to the cheering crowd and bowed, earning a loud, jumping shout of joy from his future omega.
Meeting the alpha’s eyes, he was taken aback by the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. With a glowing smile of his own, he waved happily, squealing when Hoseok waved back.
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Yoongi waited near the small pond in front of the palace library. He watched the various fish swim, mind wandering to the topic it always seemed to lately – Hoseok. It had only been a handful of days since they met, but that time felt like a lifetime. They had spent much of their days together, learning as much about each other as possible.
He found Hoseok utterly fascinating, loving how well their personalities meshed. He was the type of alpha Yoongi had always hoped to meet. The perfect one for him.
He had written his parents to tell them about everything he had been experiencing, eager to share the news of his upcoming mating ceremony. They should be arriving in the morning, just in time for his wedding. He hadn’t seen much of Hoseok that day due to their both being busy preparing for the next day.
“What’re you doing out here? It’s chilly,” Jungkook said, walking up beside him.
“Ah, I guess I’m trying to calm my mind.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes and no. I know everything will be fine, but it just seems so surreal.”
“I can’t imagine. Oh, I thought you’d like to know I spoke with Taehyung like you suggested.”
Turning to face his new friend with a look of excitement, he asked, “Well, what happened?!”
“You were right. He agreed to a courting,” the beta smiled bashfully.
The two then spent the rest of the evening planning what gifts he would give the omega.
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Hoseok paced back and forth in his room, anxiously nibbling on his bottom lip.
“Can you please sit down? It’s impossible for me to help you get ready when you won’t sit still,” his gungnyeo complained.
“Dammit, Namjoon, how are you not nervous?!”
“Probably because I’m not the one getting mated. Anyhow, sit down so I can fix your outfit. I’m not going to have you go out there looking like a wild man who just escaped from the forest. I do have to have some pride in my work, you know.”
“Thanks. You really know how to make a man feel at peace.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m here to help you, not calm you. You’re not a crying infant.”
“You know I could have you executed for such an offensive stance,” Hoseok teased.
“Yes, but you won’t. Now, let’s finish.”
“Make me look handsome,” he smiled.
“I’m a gungnyeo, not a miracle worker, Hoseok,” he smiled, ducking to evade the comb that came flying at his head.
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The ceremony had been positively, wonderfully nerve wrecking. By the time it was complete, the two were more than ready to hide from everyone. While they were happy to have their friends and families around them, it was a welcomed end to a long day.
The two were led toward the mating quarters where they were prepared for the final part of the ceremony – the mating itself. Yoongi sat before the mirror, watching as his beta attendants combed his long flowing hair. He had already been bathed in a selection of oils that were said to heighten his own personal scent and promote fertility.
Betas were always chosen to be attendants before the consummation to prevent any scent outside of the omega and alpha from affecting the other. Heats and ruts were usually triggered once a mating bond was made, leading to the groups extra care toward him.
He wondered if Hoseok was undergoing similar prepping for the event. Yoongi had never even kissed anyone, at least until the first kiss at the wedding. The whole thing felt delightfully overwhelming. The very idea of what was coming had his scent spiking, leading to him being grateful the betas could not detect it.
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Hoseok sat on the edge of the bed, watching as his omega entered the room, dressed only in a sheer robe. He felt his alpha roar at the sight and the way his own neroli scent blended magnificently with the omega’s honey scent. His body urged him to move, to claim the omega as his own, but he forced himself to remain still, afraid of frightening the other.
Yoongi approached him slowly, stopping between his open legs. His hand traveled carefully up the alpha’s thigh, stopping just before the obvious tent in his undergarments. He swallowed nervously before lightly running his fingers along its length.
His touch deepened until he was pulling Hoseok’s manhood free and gripping it in his hand. He took a few moments to admire its heft, enjoying the weight of it against his skin.
The alpha’s hand wrapped around his own, guiding his pleasure. He hissed at the feeling of the omega’s soft hands around his throbbing length. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel the way Yoongi had. Finally being able to touch the most beautiful, delectable person he had ever seen was doing things to his alpha.
He watched with hooded eyes as the omega stroked him to his first orgasm. The feeling of his alpha begging him to take the omega was almost too much to take. But what pushed him over the edge was the sight of Yoongi tentatively raising his hand to his mouth before licking it clean.
Hoseok reached down and pulled the omega into the bed next to him, smirking when the omega gasped and backed himself up toward the head of the bed.
“Omega, omega…what have you done to me? You make me want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” he moaned, pulling the older’s legs open and licking up his thigh.
Yoongi could only watch as the alpha teased the head of his pink dick with his tongue.
“Such a pretty pink little dick. I bet I can make you scream in pleasure before I’m even inside you,” he groaned before taking the entirety of the older’s cock in his mouth.
With each suck and slide of his lips and tongue, he earned a muffled gasp and moan from the omega. Looking up, he saw that Yoongi was using a pillow to muffle his cries.
Pulling it away, he made sure the omega’s eyes met his before kissing his lips. “Don’t hide that beautiful face from me, omega. I want to hear you.”
He opened the thin robe, kissing down Yoongi’s stomach before once again taking him into his mouth. He used the slick pouring from the omega’s needy hole to lube his fingers as he worked him open one by one. It wasn’t long before Yoongi was screaming and pulling at his hair as he came down the royal’s throat. Hoseok kept sucking him into overstimulation, not stopping until the taste of another orgasm filled his mouth.
He then moved up the omega’s body, leaving kisses and soft bites until he reached his nipples. Yoongi moaned as his alpha nibbled and sucked at his chest, begging to be taken as he could no longer stand not having Hoseok where he needed him most.
His lips traveled to the omega’s scent gland, rubbing his face against it, needing to have every pore of his flesh drenched in the omega’s succulent scent.
Running his tongue from Yoongi’s scent gland toward his mouth, he moaned when the omega opened wide to let him in. He watched as the omega continued to plea for him.
“Please, please, please Hoseokie, please. I need you closer,” he begged, writhing under the alpha.
“How close?” he teased, rubbing his large cock along the omega’s almost miniscule length, loving the contrast in size.
“In-Inside of me, please.”
He needn’t be asked twice. In one long thrust, he slid himself deep inside his omega. After giving him time to adjust, he began slowly moving against him. The pull of the omega’s tight hole made each of his movements that much more delicious.
Yoongi screamed and moaned against him, digging his sharp nails deep into the alpha’s back as his thrusting quickened. He had spent so long teasing the omega that he, in turn, ended up teasing himself as well. He loved how much the omega affected him. From the way his blush spread from his face down his chest to the way he lay, staring up at him as if he couldn’t believe he was being fucked so good, every little thing about him only served to make Hoseok want him more and more.
His hips began uncontrollably slamming against the omega, Hoseok no longer able to resist the need to knot his new spouse. He felt his alpha begin to take control as he shoved his thick knot deep inside the omega.
Without another word, he sunk his fangs into the omega’s scent gland, marking him as his mate and solidifying their bond as he released deep inside him.
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Yoongi sat on the edge of his seat, eyes glistening in unshed tears. The Nightingale’s voice proved to be more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
Jumping out of his seat, he excitedly joined in on the standing ovation the singer was receiving.
He may have started this journey in a bid to see the famously talented musician, but in the end, he knew that Hoseok would’ve been prize enough.
But watching The Nightingale was a close second.