Selection Day

•8

"Aw, sweetheart. Had you been trying to go back to sleep again?" Seokjin cooed first before leaning down to pet down Yoongi's messy hair. Yoongi didn't say anything. Instead, he nervously side glanced at Namjoon, the tall man standing in a simple loose shirt and pants. He had dimples as he smiled at Yoongi. The teenager hadn't imagined the man to look so sweet and handsome based off how strong his music (and language) was.

Yoongi almost yelped when he felt himself being lifted up again, completely out of it at the moment. He didn't know why but he immediately hid his face in the crook of Seokjin's neck, even though he felt almost nervous doing that. His eyes still shifted as he tried to process everything he just heard.

I'm hugging the prince, his brain screamed at him. The prince who had so much power, he could technically order to fire any person in Korea or kill them.

Okay, now Yoongi was going too far, but it was technically true.

Yoongi continued to think, his mind racing. But he's my Appa, the boy couldn't help but feel reassured for just a bit. Up until he found out who the man truly was, Yoongi hadn't been afraid of him. Seokjin had been nice and caring towards him all this time. He was just, taking care of him. If the situation wasn't so weird, Yoongi would actually like being here-

Oh my god I'm seriously going crazy here, Yoongi snapped out if it.

He felt himself being sat along with Seokjin. He remained straddling the young prince's lap and had his arms around his neck in a tight hold, due to the previous fear of being dropped. Yoongi knew he was extremely light, but he couldn't help but be worried of being accidentally dropped by the older.

His face almost touched the leather of the couch, not bothering to face neither one of them. Yoongi couldn't help but wonder how much this single piece of furniture cost. Probably more than anyone could ever earn in Daegu, Yoongi couldn't help but think.

"Hey, baby boy." Seokjin whispered into his ear. "Come say hi, baby. Don't you want to meet daddy?" Seokjin tried to pry him out. He rubbed comforting circles on his back, but Yoongi was far from being comforted.

He didn't know why, but he shook his head quickly and held a tighter grasp onto Seokjin. Why did knowing their status make him have more fear now? Was it because if they surely didn't like him, they could just throw him away? Aren't they allowed to do that? Who could stop them?

Seokjin laughed. "My little shy boy. Come on, daddy isn't going to bite."

That was all Yoongi's ears were able to hear before he felt himself being pulled away from the warm body. A pitiful cry escaped from the bottom of his throat as he felt another pair of strong arms hold him under his own. They were cold, strong hands that weren't making him feel any better at the moment. Yoongi's head felt stressed at the movement, making him unknowingly let out small whimpers.

"Shhh, don't cry little prince. I promise daddy isn't going to hurt you, ever." A voice that was definitely deeper than Seokjin's was heard next to his ear. The voice that everyone knew by heart was whispering into his. Yoongi's eyes were shut close, but he could feel himself being held by muscular arms. His body leaned on its side as he sat across the man's lap.

"Come on, sweetheart. Can daddy see his beautiful boy?"

Yoongi opened his eyes and they immediately stared into dark, but somehow soft looking, brown eyes. The man holding him was handsome of course since everyone in Seoul seemed to be like a model. He had nice light brown hair that parted into two over his forehead. Yoongi's heart leaped at how close he was to this man.