🌌26th March 2004🌌

"Argh!! Uhuhuuu!!" The six-year-old bunny boy was throwing his toys all over the room and hallway, crying so loud that the whole palace was resounding his loud wails.

"Eomma!! I want!" he said in his adorable accent. The mother was just as stressed, maybe more than the kid at the moment because of his actions.

He had managed to bring down a fully grown lady by kicking her knees and finally ended it with a punch, with his chubby hard fists, on her nose. The maid was an arrogant one though.

His mother was holding his small form in her arms, but the fish creature wriggled in her grip and landed with a thud. Getting up adorably, ignoring the pain, he stomped his way to his toy, well, destroyed toy section and kept throwing all the amounts of toys and plushies his small hands would get ahold of.

"Uh... What's happening here?" The father, the King of the province Eulandia asked his wife, witnessing his son throwing high-class tantrums all over. Of course, returning from the tiresome work schedule to cuddle with your lovely family was his daily routine, but today was special, way too special.

"I don't know too darling. He is just being a brat." The mother said, annoyed a little at her son.

"Yah! Who are you calling a brat woman! He is my Prince!" The king said reminded his woman of his Prince's place in his heart. Who wouldn't fall for this sweetheart right here?

"Aww, my golden Prince! Why are you doing this huh? Papa has to get something for you?" The adamant kid stopped throwing and thudded down on the floor huffing while wiping his cheeks with his cute little hands.

"Baby-" he points to himself looking at his dad with glossy eyes and continues "- wants that girl again. I want to play!" he ended his little confession with his fist hitting the floor. He has been saying this for two days, the same line over a hundred times per day.

The father looks at the Queen confused about who was that girl who has taken his Prince's attention so much.
Queen Some shrugs off the question and bobs her head towards her child trying to get up in a baby way.
Cooing slightly, Mr Jeon picks his little ball of fluff and wipes the trails of tears away from his cheeks, followed by a sweet kiss on his small button nose.

"Baby needs to tell the name of the girl right my Prince? If you don't tell us the name of that girl, how are we going to know?" The father explained caressing his back, making the little kid frown at his father.

"Baby doesn't know the name of the girl. He calls her 'Oppa girl' " the amount of cuteness possessed by the young soul was beyond humanely possible to resist. The people present witnessing the confession couldn't help themselves but burst out in uwu.

Even the father giggled, making his son smile a little, and kissed his small chubby hands. The Queen comes closer to get ahold of her memories.

Who is this 'Oppa girl'? His mother thought. Now, connecting the dots, she squealed. "Honey! She's my best friend's daughter! They were playing um... two days ago at the park! Thank god I remembered! Is it her baby?" The Queen jumped in happiness at her success in detecting her beloved son's heart stealer.

Scrolling through her photos, she clicked on the image she captured that day, yes, a group selfie. Zooming in, she showed him the picture of the little bundle of sunshine, smiling, well, grinning at the camera on her mother's lap.

The baby analyzed the picture of the younger girl, tracing his small fingers over the screen. After aa, he jumps in his father's hold.
"Dongsaeng! Dongsaeng! Dongsaeng!!" he shouts in his father's ears.

"Ah god, my ears! Are you sure baby?" easing his ears in one hand and holding the baby in another, he asks for confirmation from his prince baby. "Baby is correct! Baby play! Play!!" he shouts again and squirms till he lands on the ground on his fluffy butt.

Giggling was the only option for the young Prince's excitement at the moment.

"Well, let's call her here hmm?"

"Yay!!"