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Prince!Wonwoo

  • this boy
  • so cool, like in the calm and serene way
  • it could be the hottest part of a desert but just being around him makes you feel cooled off
  • but like that’s only on the outside
  • his inner self is a super goofball
  • not on seungcheol’s level, but he’s up there
  • for example, he’ll be on his way for a meeting with some great important person. and he’ll just be mindlessly doodling or looking out the window
  • and when he looks out the window his driver sometimes thinks that he’s thinking about the future or some deep stuff
  • nope
  • he thinking about how good it would be to have some fried chicken right about now
  • because let’s be honest, we all need a constant supply of fried chicken
  • anyway, he’s a goofball, but only when he’s comfortable around people
  • otherwise he’ll just be silent and cool, reading his books and stuff
  • secretly thinking about chicken
  • okay, moving on from chicken
  • one day, wonwoo’s parents decide that it’s a good idea to paint a portrait of the crown prince, like all other crown princes before him
  • sooooooo they hire the best artist they could find in their kingdom
  • enter you, dear reader, best artist in the kingdom
  • you normally stay in your apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city, painting to your heart’s content.
  • when you get the message that you will be painting the crown prince, your heart skips many beat
  • you’re extremely happy, do not get me wrong, like for the first ten minutes you’re bouncing around and screaming like a madwoman
  • but then the anxiety sets in
  • like holy crap you’re painting the prince
  • what if you mess it up
  • what if you accidentally make his nose too big?
  • what IFFFFF
  • you spend the next five hours worrying about how much you might fail
  • then you realize that it’s pretty pointless to worry.
  • you still do anyway.
  • but you go to the palace anyway
  • because you can’t deny the prince or his family
  • you stumble in with your paints and palette and brushes
  • you brush a stray lock of hair out of your face
  • apologize for making them wait even though you’re perfectly on time
  • you take a look at the prince
  • wonwoo looks at you
  • and he just smiles
  • and you immediately feel a little calmer than you once did
  • he’s just sitting there on a stool waiting for you
  • “sit down, please, and set everything up,” he says as he stands up
  • you nod nervously and smile
  • you get everything set up and wonwoo walks over to your station, just watching everything being set up by your graceful and precise hands
  • his father told him just to wait to be painted, but he can’t help himself
  • he looks at all the different brushes
  • “whats all this?” he asks, honestly curious
  • you look up at him, surprised
  • he takes half a step back and smiles
  • “sorry, i’ve never seen tools like this before,” he says with a grin
  • you chuckle in surprise
  • “what? not even a paintbrush?” you ask
  • he laughs and you feel butterflies breackdancing minghaoing in your stomach
  • “no i’ve seen paintbrushes, just not this many different kinds,” he admitted, picking up a fan brush and stroking the bristles
  • you take the brush back and start mega info dumping about the brushes and different paints you brought with you
  • he just listens and kinda gently messes around with the mustache
  • “It looks like mustache,” he murmured, grinning
  • you roll your eyes,
  • when you’re finished, you look at Wonwoo
  • “so what are you going to do to paint me?” he asks gently
  • you take a look at the portraits of Wonwoo’s predecessors, all perfect oils and look refined and regal
  • you slowly wince, because you don’t think you can see Wonwoo as this way all the time
  • “i don’t know, maybe i’ll just paint you like your father was painted,” you sighed, and Wonwoo looked at his fathers painting as well
  • “paint me how you think i should be,” he said steadfastly, turning to smile at you
  • you feel your cheeks get warm but you nod, getting everything set up
  • for the next couple weeks you come in and paint Wonwoo while talking to him, making jokes and general smiling at each other
  • it’s all amazing
  • you take breaks and then wonwoo brings you to see his garden
  • and he’s just a goofy bean
  • and you can’t help but chuckle and do quick sketches of him
  • you find out more about each other, and about how clumsy both of you can be
  • but it all goes to heck one day
  • you’re in the middle of painting him when his father
  • the KING
  • comes in to see what you’re doing today
  • he sees so many colors and his son smiling in the painting
  • he just stops for a moment
  • the room is dead silent
  • you just stare in horror as disgust burns in his eyes at the painting
  • wonwoo is the first to speak
  • “father-”
  • “don’t try,” the king sneers, turning to wonwoo
  • fear is plastered on wonwoo’s face
  • “you’re my only heir, wonwoo. you carry our legacy.” he starts to speak, slowly and coldly
  • his voice is a frozen wasteland
  • “I expect you to act as such,” he continues, lecturing wonwoo
  • he turns to you
  • “please redo the painting in a more dignified manner.” he tells you before leaving
  • both you and wonwoo release a slow breath you didn’t realize you were holding
  • you looked at wonwoo
  • he looks at you
  • you can’t bear to hold his gaze
  • “i think i should go home for today,” you murmur
  • wonwoo opens his mouth to stop you but you’re already starting to pack up and leave
  • he does nothing to stop you
  • you leave the castle grounds and head back to your home
  • you fall on you bed and just stare at your wall for a very long time before you realize you were crying
  • you wipe your tears and stare at the portrait that the king hated so much
  • all you could see was the prince smiling at you, like he had just finished laughing at one of your jokes
  • it was almost taunting you
  • it confounded you
  • it really made you kinda PISSED
  • how could something this beautiful make the king so angry
  • needless to say you did not return to the castle for a very long time
  • weeks passed
  • wonwoo missed you more and more with each day
  • it was driving him crazy how much he missed you
  • even some minister’s mustache reminded him of you
  • the king noticed wonwoo growing more and more grumpy
  • he had sent letters to you, and wonwoo did too
  • but they all ended up on your desk, for you were too busy
  • busy fixing the painting, so that it was good for the king
  • it was he who was paying you after all, not the prince
  • you were barely sleeping or eating
  • you devoted all your time to that painting
  • which might i say is unhealthy!
  • quite! qUITE uNhEaLtHY!!!!
  • anyway
  • your hair is in your face
  • you’re sweating because you are so stressed, and you feel like this painting is worse than ever
  • you glance over to your desk
  • you pick up a letter, wiping your forehead
  • so, so, so tired
  • you read something about offering more money, triple what you were going to be offered in the first place
  • your head really hurts
  • pounding, throbbing, drums
  • wonwoo decides enough is enough
  • you pick up another letter
  • vision blurring
  • “please come up”
  • “i loved the painting”
  • “i loved having you around”
  • “i love you”
  • you hear a knock on the door, and you feel yourself hit the floor
  • then darkness
  • you wake up in your bed, and with a monster headache
  • the headache to end all headaches
  • your eyesight focuses and above you you see wonwoo, making sure your forehead is cool and you’re comfortable
  • “if i’m dreaming, dont wake me up,” you mumble, giving a breath of relief
  • you hear a soft chuckle in return
  • “i’m afraid that you are no longer dreaming” wonwoo smiles at you
  • finally you’re aware enough to know what is going on and you start pushing his hand away
  • “oh wonwoo, get out of here! i have to get back to work, your painting,” you started to protest and sit up
  • but wonwoo gently but FIRMLY pushed you back into bed
  • “no you’re obviously ill, even a prince like me can see that,” he responded, getting some food out of a basket he brought
  • “uuUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH”
  • “what?” wonwoo asks, looking at you concerned
  • “i just need to work on your painting!” you shout
  • “your stupid painting that I can’t ever get right and its horrible horrible HORRIBLE,” you start weeping
  • wonwoo just quietly holds your hand while you shake and weep
  • you calm down eventually after minutes of crying
  • “y/n, i know you’re porbably stressed-”
  • “prOBABLY?!?!?!?!!!!!” you screech
  • wonwoo blinked and shook his head
  • “you are VEry stressed, and i’m sorry about that.  but please hear me when I say i love the painting you did, the first one”
  • “oh shut it.” you cover your hand
  • “no, listen, it was magnificent. almost as magnificent as you,” he murmured softly, stroking your hand.
  • you go still
  • “what was that?” you whispered
  • wonwoo took in a slow breath. he forgot that he had said that
  • it kinda fell out. whoops
  • but there was no going back
  • “y/n, please don’t think this forward of me, but i think i am… well… terribly in love with you,” he said quietly
  • silence fell on you both
  • “wonwoo,” you spoke
  • “don’t say anything, you’re sick, you silly,” he said quickly, going back to taking care of you
  • everytime you treid to speak, he shot you down
  • eventually he left
  • you got better
  • you began work on your painting once more
  • and a month later you sent a letter to the king telling him that you were coming back with a finished painting
  • he told wonwoo and he was ecstatic
  • the day finally came around when you arrived with a covered painting
  • the king gathered an audience for the great reveal
  • you went in front of them with the painting
  • you took a breath
  • wonwoo met your eyes and smiled
  • “this picture is the mage of the prince that will one day be our king. i hope you all like it.” you announced before taking the cloth off the painting
  • it was the original painting, finished proper
  • the king was flabergasted, but wonwoo couldn’t help but grining
  • “i love it!” wonwoo shouted, running to pick you up on his arms
  • he hugs you and sweetly kisses you on the lips
  • you are shocked but kiss him back
  • when you pull away you are smiling
  • “i think i love you too, your highness,” you grin
  • wonwoo chuckles and just kisses you
  • and its SOOOOOO CUUUUUUTE LET THE PRINCE HAVE HIS TRUE LOVE

Proposal


“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just… I think Ethos was right.” he sighed, looking down on the small box in his hand.

“What do you mean?”

“‘What am I waiting for’. This might be the last time we are talking…” he said with a weak chuckle.

[…]

“I wish I could say that in a better moment, but I can’t go there without knowing your answer first… So… Kyoko.” he presented the small box and let go of her hand.

He dropped on one knee, surprising the Detective who didn’t expect him to be so formal as qhe raised a hand to her mouth and her eyes were wide open. She noticed that the leg that wasn’t on the ground was shaking violently, as if he was cold. And he noticed that too, he certainly wasn’t cold and neither was the room because there’s no way that he could be this hot if the room was chilling. He looked up at her, ignoring the shaking leg and said with full determination:

“Kyoko Kirigiri, will you marry me?”


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