Princess Hours | SUKHOON | [✓]

Hate at First Sight

The spring has hailed, cherry blossoms have bloomed throughout the country. There is a freshness in the air, of youth, love and freedom. But freedom is a far fetched dream for Park Jihoon, the crown prince of South Korea.

The nation follows constitutional monarchy which means that the monarchy is still alive for nominal basis. But that doesn't mean that they aren't enjoying all the ridiculous luxury and treasures of the state.

Jihoon is a 19 years old alpha, currently in the last year of his highschool.
If you're wondering then, he doesn't go to any special school as he insisted on going to a normal one. But the school doesn't fail to give him the celebrity treatment as there too he's mostly surrounded by the 'vip' students who themselves are the children of influential people.

Jihoon longs to be a free soul, something that he has missed ever since childhood, for he had to live under the strict rules of the palace where he couldn't even call his mother by 'mom', instead he had to call her by the title of 'queen'.

Though Jihoon is a plain man, he still has a hobby that he insists on pursuing-photography and direction. And luckily the royal family supports it. He is at the Photography and Film department of the school. For friends he has a few rich kids to name, of course since the commoners were mostly not allowed around him. You could say that despite being in a school of the common people, Jihoon still was the prince, oblivious of their lifestyle.

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Jihoon entered the school in a black porche with a queue of royal bodyguards accompanying to protect him from the usual flock of girls who tried to mob him just to get a glimpse of his face. Upon reaching the inner premise, he immediately signalled the guards to leave since he wasn't very fond of this uncalled attention.

As he walked into the corridor, heading to his classroom, he spotted a guy, little in stature but similar in age, mopping the floor. He looked nothing quite like the people surrounding Jihoon. He had absolutely no grace or elegance about him. The streaky-blonde shabby hair falling over his face, the quirky earring dangling in his left ear and the loose tie hanging over his half unbuttoned, wrinkled shirt screamed nothing but a problematic-young rebel. Jihoon reckoned that he was punished to do the mopping as a result of breaking some kind of rules. The shorter guy was humming something and dragging the mop in a rhythm. The tune reached Jihoon's ears and the hint of rock music sealed his speculation about the guy being an eerie defiant.

The rebel mentioned here is Choi Hyunsuk, an omega student belonging to a normal middle class family, majoring in Arts department.

Jihoon suddenly caught a glimpse of his watch and realised that he was running late. So distracting his mind away from this guy, he walked past him, dirtying the area where he had just mopped.

Now Jihoon is a bit of an arrogant brat. No matter how much he despised the shallowless of the royalty and the fake concern people showed him for their own benefit, he did kind of enjoy the authority he had, where no one could bother him with nonsense. But who'd tell him that this blondehead was going to be an exception.

Hyunsuk stopped his work the moment he found someone who had just shamelessly ruined his effort, was walking away, as if nothing happened.

"Yah!!! who the fuck-"

The loud call made Jihoon halt his steps and he turned around to be met by the peculiar stranger he had noticed just a few moments ago.

Hyunsuk stood opposite to Jihoon and momentarily froze, taken aback by his dashing looks. He looked like some fairy tale prince charming with his hair pulled back, uniform sitting on his muscular body in the most perfect way and his face carved with the god gifted sharp features.