♧ | My Prince (SOONHOON)

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[Soonyoung]:

"What is this??" I cried, looking at my hair, then at my stylist, then back again at my hair.

"Your new hair. Of course it's not permanent, just temporary for your party." My stylist then grabbed his things.

"I need to go, I have other Princes' to style."

"Oh, prince Seungcheol is here?" I asked him.

He nodded and added,"And I'm also going to need to style prince Jihoon's hair, but... His hair looks perfect for the party, it seems like his stylist has done a great job." He then left.

I grinned at the compliment, after all, it was me who styled his hair.

I looked at the mirror and touched my new hair. It was colored orange and it reminded me of a tangerine. I was not really amused.

I frowned.

"Why the long face?" someone asked.

I turned to my right to see Minghao again.

"My hair is a fruit." I pouted.

He laughs.

"Well, if this makes you feel better, only you can rock the color of a fruit."

I smiled a bit, but that did make me feel a bit better.

"Why is it that you always have the weirdest solutions?"

"I'm an assassin."

"Ok, that doesn't really answer the question but...ok man."

Officer Mingyu then came in. looking even more stressed than before.

"Woah, are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, its just the guards were everywhere! They were still looking for you."

"Awwww" I said, flattered.

"Don't be flattered, we wasted a lot of time, now it's time for you to go out there and show yourself."

"Noooo, my hair!" I cried out. It's kind of embarrassing to look like some orange fruit, especially on my birthday.

"Don't worry, prince Seungcheol looks like a strawberry, or some other red fruit or vegetable."

"Aha! I knew it, My hair does look like a fruit!" I exclaimed pointing at Mingyu.

"Sir, you need to go." He sighed.

"Fine." I pouted and left with Minghao, who escourted me to the balcony inside the castle.

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"Ladies, and gentlemen! Here is our birthday celebrant, prince Soonyoung!"

I appeared from the shadows into the spotlight given.

Everyone clapped and I waved, smiling happily. There were so much people.

I then said my greetings and thanks to my guests.

After that, I went down to meet the guests, but honestly, I just wanted to meet Jihoon again.

I finally see him. He was in the buffet table.

"Good evening prince Jihoon." I greeted.

The boy turned around and saw me, he smiled and greeted back.

"Nice hair." He says, and I smiled embarrassingly.

"Thanks, I didn't plan this. I like yours too, who did it?" I asked, just to see how he thinks of the masked me.

"Oh, it was on eof your stylists, he said he was the best in the house and helped me got ready for the party."

"Hmhm, so, how was he like?"

"He was good."

"Ah I see, what kind of good?"

Jihoon raised an eyebrow, I probably pushed too many questions. And he was probably getting annoyed.

"He was the good kind of good, he also told me you have matured a bit." He said.

That was probably a warning for me to act like one.

"Ah yeah... Well, sometimes, people just don't really change." I rubbed my nape.

"True." He said.

I then see my stylist coming my way.

"Prince Jihoon! Glad to see you!" He exclaimed, ignoring me.

"I was just wondering who styled your hair, I am just very intrigued by such a hairstyle can really suite you."

"By the way, I'm Seungkwan."

"Oh so that's your name." I said and rolled my eyes. I was bitter that he didn't greet me first.

Seungkwan only glared at me, I gulped and looked down.

Jihoon chuckled, "Good evening to you Seungkwan, and thank you about my hair. It was actually styled by Hoshi, he said he was the best in here, I assume you look up to him?"

I froze, and Seungkwan looked at me, I side eyed him.

"Ummm... Ah ok! Yes yes, Hoshi! Of course." He replied, saying the last words through gritted teeth.

"Umm, may you excuse us for a bit?" He added and grabbed my hand.

"What the fuck?!" He whispered to me as we turned our backs to Jihoon.

"Sorry, I was having fun, and I wanted to stay with him without knowing I'm the prince!"
I screamed whispered back.

"Hoshi! Hoshi!, If you use that name around here--"

"I know, I would get caught by 'you know who'."

Seungkwan sighed, "Look-- okay but seriously?? Best stylist?"

"Hey, you liked that hair I did."

"Damn, I never knew you were good at styling, I'm really jealous, YOU'RE ALREADY A PRINCE."

"How much more can you be--" he added but was cut off.

"Ahem,"

We turned our heads to Jihoon.

"Sorry-- I mean, our apologies." I mustered.

"Is something wrong?" He asked us, his eyebrow raised.

"No!" Seungkwan and I answer simultaneously.

"Oh, well alright then. May I ask for a favor?"

"You're already askin--"

I nudged Seungkwan.

"Ow! Ah, I mean, Yeah!"

"Thanks, Can you call Hoshi for me? I want to properly thank him..."

Seungkwan and I exchanged looks.

"Yeah, sure, I'll get him for you." I smiled.

Seungkwan grabbed my arm and whispered, "are you serious?? What about you?"

"I'm going to be Hoshi."

"But that's your ahem name."

"I know."

"Yeah, but he doesn't."

I ignored Seungkwan's warning , I just wanted to talk with Jihoon again, but not as a prince.

I left Seungkwan as I went up to go and change back to the masked me.