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The tour was perfect, Jungkook downplayed every room but the home was immaculate.

In every room Yoongi was amazed, he would walk up to the artwork his hand to his chin or covering his face while he looked at artwork or architecture. He realized that the mundane problems he had gotten used to his house, like the paint chipping off the walls, the tripping tap and other small annoyances would never be tolerated here. And yet the only thing that solved his problems was luck. He had never thought of himself as lucky, but now he had landed with his arse in the butter.

He never dreamt of living here. And he didn't dream of picking a mate from six gorgeous individuals. He really just wanted to run away again, but he had to get stronger and be an Alpha that protected their pack.

Jungkook watched him get locked into each portrait, unable to escape the pull of each Alphas stare, he wanted so badly to lift the weight off his back. So far, he was really struggling to hold back his feelings. . . He knew that Yoongi wanted a different life but he could barely imagine a life without him.

Yoongi knew he couldn't avoid his responsibilities for much longer. He really wanted a walkthrough, and someone who could hold his hand and lead him through this, he even really wanted his parents.

He missed them so much now.

When he was younger his parents would always be there to speak to them. Cake, and apple slices, on a comfy kitchen table. If he looked away for a second, his mom would start experimenting with new sugary deserts in the kitchen, mixing strawberry and chocolate sauce or improvising recipes. She tried that every so often. His dad would be out working on the farm. He was always busy herding or sheering. Yoongi saw his back most often, turned away he would give attention to every detail. But when he did turn around he always had the same loving smile.

But then they were gone. Sometimes it didn't hurt. That his parents had abandoned him, alone on that farm, then he had tried to walk to the town through the snow...

"Do you like that painting?" Jung asked.

He hadn't even realized, but he was staring at a landscape painting of farm land. It wasn't this that triggered his memory though. He wiped at his eye. "It is an emotional painting."

"Thank you, I painted it myself."

"Oh really, it looks so amazing, like a professional did it."

"I worked hard to learn to paint. But this one, the country side always has amazed me."

Yoongi nodded. It was such a beautiful painting but then he realized.

"No ways, that, it can't be..."

"Hmmm?"

"That's my old house, where I grew up. But how could you have found it; it's been empty and abandoned for so long."

"It was an abandoned farmhouse, but the house, it made me so happy to look at it so I painted it as if it was still lived in. The windows in place, the white paint not peeling. It deserved as much."

"It did." Yoongi said and began to cry. He huddled into a ball, hugging his knees. "It was a amazing house."

"I'm sorry." he said, the prince stood behind him. "It was an amazing house but only because of the people who lived there."

Yoongi laughed nodding, a wave of exhaustion washed over him now, like he could rest for the first time in since that night when he was told to be an Alpha.

"Come, I'll show you your room." The prince held his hand and led him through the castle, his room was at the end of a corridor with six doors, three to the left and right.

Yoongi realized for the first time that they would all be living here, together.

But he couldn't care now, he was so tired. He found himself tripping over his own feet, but a steady arm held him in place.