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Seungho stared— no— glared... at the mess that was once Nakyum's favourite spot in the garden.
It used to be a spot filled with blooming petunias of different colours, now it looked as if a typhoon had pestered the place. With the flowers plucked harshly from their stems, roots sticking out of the ground, and the ground itself dug like some precious treasure had been buried beneath it.
The culprit did not even try to run. He was content with shoving the vibrant petals into his mouth, whilst his other hand was curiously patting an earthworm which was unearthed during his excavation. His pudgy cheeks and small button nose were coloured slightly because of his stay under the sun.
Seungho sighed, he knew it was no use trying to stop the heartless monster from devouring the flowers, he will just use his power and call for backup with an ear-splitting wail and Nakyum would come running, would berate Seungho as if he was the one behind the crimes.
Really, how the mighty Yoon Seungho has fallen. Humiliated, reduced to a mere servant, and now only second in his husband's eyes ever since the tiny creature had set foot in his own home.
The bright yellow cloth of the monster's hanbok had been tainted once again, this time by the dirt he just dug into. This had been the third time he was changed of his garb for he just kept spilling things and dirtying them as if he had a tonne of clothes to spare (which he did, Nakyum and Kim made sure they had practically all the colours of fabric available be made into tiny hanboks for the little prince).
Finally, perhaps already full from his impromptu and unusual snack, the tyrant looked up, only then noticing Seungho's towering presence. He babbled, extending two filthy and grabby hands towards his direction. Eyes bright whilst presenting a toothless grin, as if he hadn't just wrecked a plot of land within Seungho's property.
"Papa~" Cooed the little devil, and despite himself, Seungho reached to pick him up, dusting off as much dirt as he could and prying off the worm within one tiny claw.
"You will not be getting away so easily this time, you menace. Those were Nakyum's favourite flowers." He told him, the brat only stared at him, babbled in that language that only a year old cretin would understand. Seungho's threat somehow had been lost in translation, for the little one only grumbled excitedly, smacking his dirty palms together as he wiggled erratically within his hold.
"Stay put or I might drop you!" He warned, hoping he was understood but the demon only wiggled even more, reaching up to claw at his top knot, determined to pull some hair loose, all whilst giggling his way into Seungho's once cold heart.
"You dare touch a nobleman's top knot? I'll have you know that not even Nakyum was allowed to touch it during the first few months of our relationship. I can have you executed for that." Another threat, another sharp glare, rewarded yet again by another set of loud and boisterous giggles.
Seungho fought hard against an impending smile, but he was failing. Weak against that gummy grin and how the monster encased each side of his frowning face within those icky palms. It was unfair that the gods gave him a set of amber eyes identical to Nakyum's, it was like Seungho was bound to be under his spell the moment he was born.
"If you promise to behave within the next few minutes I'll see if I can make your other papa agree to take a bath with us. You like that as much as I do, yes?" Seungho asked, and took the high-pitched screech he let out as a yes.
He knew his status as the master of the house was no longer in place when the little tyrant came. He did not understand how such a tiny and insufferable creature could have such a grip on his heart. He was a slave to this child's charms, would lay out his life for him.
Seungho had only ever given his entire heart to two people, and that little demon in yellow had been the second recipient of it...