Prince [OmegaVerse]

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"Yoongi-hyung?"
"Yes Hongjoong?"
"Do you think Daddy is like my old one?"

Yoongi quirked you an eyebrow at Hongjoong's question, looking over where Jimin was playing with SeokJin and Namjoon; Hoseok busy getting drinks and snacks ready. "What do you mean love?" "W-Will Daddy hit me too..?" Yoongi gave a soft smile, shaking his head, "I've known Jimin since I was a pup like you Hongjoong. He cried when his puppy had given birth when we were little and cried when they passed away.

He's seen so many bad things from when he was young, he's vowed to never become them. Plus, I'm sure Hoseok has gotten on his nerves but he has never used his hands for violence. I'm sure he'll love you like you and your baby were his own." Hongjoong nodded, "Momma's hands are really soft." Yoongi giggled, "Yeah. They are."

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Yoongi hummed softly, Jimin following behind him closely on the busy street. "I honestly don't know why you don't just have the local tailor come and design your clothing." Yoongi shook his head, "I like to be seen as equal Jimin. Byounggon!!" Coughing was heard from the back of the tailor shop, followed by a harsh sucking sound, "One second! OW! Damn needles!!" A tall lanky male emerged, sucking on the tip of his finger as he flicked his hair out of his face.

"Oh hey! Jimin!! Did Hoseok need more fabric?? I've been meaning to get him that shipment of silk but it's blue and not the white he wanted," Byounggon rambled, peeling the top of a mini container, scooping a red jiggling goo out and popping it in his mouth, "Plus, there's this omega that came by earlier and was hollering about how I never got chinese silk in. Like sweetheart trust me. Once you pay for the outrageous fucking taxes on chinese silk, then I'd buy it for you."

Jimin only chuckled, "I'll be sure to tell Hoseok but I think the queen wants you to design something for him." Byounggon casted his gaze to Yoongi, nodding, "No biggie. Another dress? A sleepwear set?? Intimates??" Byounggon gasped, "I got really pretty lace sent in. Soft to the touch, I'll throw in a free lingerie set." Yoongi sputtered out, blushing crimson, "N-No!! I-I just need a sleepwear set!!" Byounggon only rolled his eyes, "Still getting the lingerie set." "BYOUNGGON!!"

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JeongGuk hummed, trimming his hair before shaking it. "JEON JEONGGUK PUT THOSE SCISSORS DOWN!!" JeongGuk turned, his bored gaze landing on Hoseok who had SeokJin on his back and Namjoon on his hip while his free hand held Hongjoong's. "It's fine Hoseok. I've been cutting my hair even before I was king." "Well, I don't give a damn," Hoseok seethed, snatching the scissors. JeongGuk simply messed with his hair, glancing at Namjoon who held his arms out for him.

He sighed, taking Namjoon into his lap who reached out and started to touch the jewelry along the vanity. "Where's Yoongi?" Hoseok asked, squinting at JeongGuk's hair and snipping where he deemed fit. "In town with Jimin. Went to the tailor. Needed new sleepwear for some reason. I supposed to be prepared for the pups." "He smells like a ocean breeze," Hongjoong mumbled, playing with the tassels hanging off the settee, "Reminds me of old momma when she had little brother." JeongGuk simply studied Hongjoong, turning his attention to Namjoon, "Hongjoong, when are you due?"

Hongjoong furrowed his brow, "Doctor said he couldn't tell but I might be early cause I'm not gaining enough weight." JeongGuk only nodded, "I'll make sure Yoongi knows. I hope you and your pup are healthy." Hongjoong's cheeks blushed pink, "Momma, can I go see San?" Hoseok whipped around, squinting at Hongjoong before nodding, "No funny business got it?" Hongjoong giggled as he nodded, running off. Hoseok sighed with a small smile, "He has a crush on San." "San? Isn't he Yeosang's child?"

Hoseok hummed, "Preteen who is smitten with Hongjoong already. Treats him like his mate and the pup like his own." JeongGuk hummed thoughtfully, Hoseok rambling on about how he caught the two making out under the stairs in the north wing near the kitchen and about he yelled at them. "Hoseok," JeongGuk called out, Hoseok promptly shutting his mouth as he was about to chop a long piece of hair. "Yeah?" "I think..I think I want to make Yoongi something." Hoseok made a noise of surprise, "Like..?" "I want it to be...special.."

Hoseok promptly snipped the hair off, ruffling the back of JeongGuk's hair, "I have a couple of quartzite at home. I can bring them by later." JeongGuk nodded as he stood, holding Namjoon, "Thank you." Hoseok gave a small smile, placing the scissors down on the vanity, "Of course JeongGuk. Come, let's go eat some lunch."