Selection Day

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A/N - I updated?! I'm honestly shocked as well so that makes two of us haha.

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“Good Morning.” A honey-toned like voice sauntered into the nursery.

Yoongi’s nose twitched for a second from the voice. His face didn't look anywhere near ready in wanting to start the morning if the way his button nose scrunched, his dark eyebrows coming in and his delicate eyes turning into one of a bothered little kitten's said anything. Still asleep, his fingers that loosely held onto the top of the covers were curled into a fist and, unconsciously, were brought up. This resulted in the teenager pulling his blankie over his head and making him get more comfortable rather than the initial plan of starting the day. He definitely seemed deeper asleep now as the blanket hiding the sprawled out boy carefully rose and fell in an even breathing pattern.

Seokjin couldn't help but scoff and lean on the doorway, shaking his head in pure amusement. Sometimes he wondered why he was cursed with such a sleep lulling, angelic voice.

The actions of his adorable little had sold him because Seokjin decided to spare the boy a few more minutes of sleep while he prepared his outfit for the day. The prince leaned off the doorway (after a good two minutes of fonding over his baby) and finally walked into the royal nursery. He admired the nursery for the thousandth time since it was finished and he couldn't help but feel a nice swell in his chest. He loved how the rocking chair now had more stuffed animals sitting on them. He loved how the supplies standing on the changing table were open and some looked almost done enough to throw out. He loved the way the small toy chest at the corner was opened and some small blocks were left behind on the floor. And especially, he loved how the crib finally had a sleeping figure in it that he legally had under his care and name. Because the difference from the first time he completed and admired the nursery and now was the fact that there was actual a baby for it now. Well, not exactly a baby yet, but Seokjin couldn't even bring himself down because he had Yoongi and that's all that mattered to him.

Shaking off the nostalgic moment, Seokjin stepped foot into the walk in closet and concentrated into doing what he was supposed to do in the first place. The prince scanned the material of clothing hung on the sides. Each clothing hung was made with the most special quality of material in the country, hand made especially for the future prince of Seoul. Each outfit was worth a leg and kidney, but Seokjin couldn't even bat an eye at the price tag if it was for Yoongi. Did he go a little overboard by the amount of outfits hung on each side of the wall? Maybe. Especially since Yoongi didn't wear much outfits in the first place. But Seokjin again couldn't bring himself to care, especially when he had a great liking of fashion from time to time.

Seokjin looked down the line of beautifully designed clothes and when his eyes fell onto the outfit fourth to last, he knew he had a perfect outfit. He blamed Namjoon, really, for Yoongi’s little obsession with the black smiling bear. Namjoon had several figurines of Kumamon displayed on his glass cabinet along with figurines of Ryan that apparently Yoongi always died to tap on the glass on. The boy was unexplainably intrigued with the character, but it wasn't because he told them. The caregivers could tell just by the way Yoongi’s eyes longed at them whenever he relaxed in the studio with Namjoon and his eyes sparkled when he was allowed to tap on the glass. Seokjin described it as love at first sight to Namjoon. Now, being great friends with the owner of the character figure’s company, who was Seokjin not to ask for the perfect outfit he now held in his hand to be made?

Yoongi slowly fluttered his eyes open. He squeezed his eyes together and had to blink a couple of times in order to properly get his eyes to completely open. He rolled onto his back and his arms extended in a stretching manner. His blankie fell off his face during the action and his eyes scrunched even more. He almost hissed at the light hitting from the window and straight onto his sleepy eyes. With his arm, he tried to cover the evil light from blinding his vision. His bottom lip stuck out in annoyance.