Pride and Prejudice follows the turbulent relationship between Park Jimin, the omega son of a country gentleman, and Min Yoongi, a rich aristocratic alpha landowner. They must overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice in order to fall in love...
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The day passed much as the day before had done. Mrs Lee and Miss Jeon had spent some hours of the morning with the invalid, who continued, though slowly, to mend; and in the evening Jimin joined their party in the drawing-room. The loo-table, however, did not appear. Min Yoongi was writing, and Miss Jeon, seated near him, was watching the progress of his letter and repeatedly calling off his attention by messages to his sister. Mr Lee and Jungkook were at piquet, and Mrs Lee was observing their game.
Jimin took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in attending to what passed between Yoongi and his companion. The perpetual commendations of the omega, either on his handwriting, or on the evenness of his lines, or on the length of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with which her praises were received, formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly in union with her opinion of each.
"How delighted Miss Min will be to receive such a letter!"
He made no answer.
"You write uncommonly fast."
"You are mistaken. I write rather slowly."
"How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of a year! Letters of business, too! How odious I should think them!"
"It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of yours."
"Pray tell your sister that I long to see her."
"I have already told her so once, by your desire."
"I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well."
"Thank you--but I always mend my own."
"How can you contrive to write so even?"
He was silent.
"Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp; and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Pyun's."
"Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? At present I have not room to do them justice."
"Oh! it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. But do you always write such charming long letters to her, Yoongi?"
"They are generally long; but whether always charming it is not for me to determine."
"It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill."
"That will not do for a compliment to Yoongi, Jennie," cried her brother, "because he does NOT write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables. Do not you, Yoongi?"
"My style of writing is very different from yours."
"Oh!" cried Miss Jeon, "Jungkook writes in the most careless way imaginable. He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest."
