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Seungkwan had expected married life with Vernon to be…awkward. Stiff. Formal.
But instead, he found himself laughing more than ever.
Their shared rooms in the Northern palace felt warmer, cozier — mostly because Vernon never seemed to stop fussing over him.
“Did you eat today?”
“Yes.”
“Enough?”
“…Yes!”
“Show me.”
“VERNON!”
It was ridiculous — the crown prince of the Southeast turned into a hovering mother hen overnight.
Vernon learned to bring Seungkwan tea every morning, exactly how he liked it — a splash of honey, not too hot.
Seungkwan insisted on rearranging Vernon’s scrolls because Vernon left them in “an eyesore of a pile.”
They argued about bed space every single night. Vernon sprawled out like a starfish, Seungkwan ended up curled on the edge, threatening to kick him off.
Vernon kissed him before sleep, every night, without fail. Even if Seungkwan pretended to grumble, he secretly waited for it.
One night, Seungkwan was reading poetry aloud, draped over Vernon’s lap. Vernon rested his chin on Seungkwan’s head, humming contentedly.
“Why are you listening to this? You don’t even like poetry,” Seungkwan teased.
“Because you do,” Vernon answered.
Seungkwan went so red he nearly threw the scroll across the room.
Whenever the other omegas came to visit, it was chaos.
Jeonghan and Joshua squealed over the newlywed decor.
Jihoon suspiciously poked at their marriage bed.
Minghao, with a cat-like grin, checked the scent markings everywhere.
Wonwoo just sipped tea calmly, telling Seungkwan, “At least your alpha does chores.”
Seungkwan was teased endlessly:
“Already marked twice? Wow.”
“How’s the stamina, Seungkwan?”
“Should we send you more herbs for your next heat?”
Seungkwan screamed, face buried in his hands, while Vernon just laughed and pulled him close.
At night, they’d kneel side by side in front of the Moon Goddess shrine in their chamber. Seungkwan would light the incense, praying for peace, for harmony, and sometimes—though he’d never say it out loud—for a little one to come someday.
Vernon watched him, quiet and awed, gently touching Seungkwan’s shoulder.
“You pray so beautifully,” he whispered.
“Shh,” Seungkwan muttered, still blushing.
Their days were a blend of royal duties, silly bickering, and soft moments — Vernon carrying Seungkwan through half the palace when he refused to walk, Seungkwan tending to Vernon’s bruised knuckles after sword practice, the two of them sharing fruits on lazy afternoons.
Seungkwan had once worried no alpha would ever want him. Now, he could barely believe he had one who adored even the smallest parts of him.
And Vernon, for all his teasing and gentle mischief, loved his omega with a loyalty so fierce it nearly burned.