#cloud prince

To my first bias, my ult, cloud prince and super junior's main vocal, Happy Birthday Kim Jongwoon!! Thank you for always being so kind and caring, telling loves about your day and sharing happy moments and words. I can never express how much you mean to me. I only hope for your happiness and good health. May you find your soulmate and get married and have beautiful children. (Hehe I'll wait for that day) I also wish you'd sing more so the world can always listen to your beautiful voice and see your beautiful smile. 생일축하해용 예성 오빠. 사랑해용 김종운!! #온_세상이_예성으로_물들어

When I look up to the sky and see the clouds,

I think of you,

When I see you laugh and smile,

A flower blooms,

When I hear you croon and sing,

A tear falls from my eyes,

May you only be blessed with happiness,

And colour our world pink.

Spoiler alert!

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pairing: prince! ha sungwoon x reader genre: fluff summary:  You’re a reporter in desperate need of a sensational story. Ha Sungwoon, crown prince, falls into your lap and turns your life around.  warnings: none (set in madrid bc i’m cheesy and really enjoyed my stay there! hehe. hope y’all enjoy!!)

PRINCE SERIES: guanlin | sungwoon

ha sungwoon is his country's new crown prince, and if he’s being perfectly honest, he’s not very happy about it

sure, it’s his home, and the country’s involvement in software development has made it one of the richest in the world

but sungwoon had dreams, wanted to be a performer, before his older sister abdicated the throne to start her own business, which is strictly in conflict with being a royal

now sungwoon is under all these different rules of decorum and he feels stifled—he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this role requires an inscrutable mask of politeness and manners

when his family feels he’s ready, they send him off to Europe to meet with their tiny island’s trading partners

and in the first country, sungwoon makes an innocent comment about the prime minister’s choice of tie

his deportment teacher makes a huge fuss about it and sungwoon grows very, very tired

so at precisely 4:56 pm, he slips out of the embassy and quickly makes his way to a nearby department store

sungwoon uses all the money he has on him to buy a new set of nondescript clothes, glasses, a cap, and a box of hair dye

but he discovers right after that there’s no way he’ll be able to dye his hair on his own for the first time in a public bathroom

and he ends up sitting at a bus stop, left with less than a euro in his pocket

when you see him, you mistake him for a forlorn tourist

you’ve been having a shit day; your best friend and editor-in-chief just warned you about an impending paycut and job downgrade if you didn’t submit a good story by the end of the month

it had been too good to be true, working with seongwu as the foreign correspondent for his lifestyle magazine

fine, you haven’t written a good investigative article since your exposé on that one museum, but writing for PRODUCE is a lot harder than you’d thought

the only way to remedy a bad day, you think, is to do a good deed

so when you hear the lost-looking stranger’s stomach grumble in the silence at the bus stop, you offer him half of the sandwich you’d taken out for home

“I don’t need help!” he says, his voice panicked

and he has a wild look in his eyes, and you back away slowly

but he looks clean—his nails are manicured, for god’s sake

“are you sure you’re okay?” you say because you’re determined to be kind and there’s nothing he can do about it

but he doesn’t have a bathroom to do it at bc public bathrooms are too small and it’d be conspicuous

he gives you an odd look

“you don’t know who i am?” and then he grins, his smile so radiant your breath catches, annoyance forgotten

“no??”

he bites that plush lower lip and asks for a small favor

and that’s how you both end up at your tiny apartment

he’s in the bathroom and you’re messaging seongwu and jisung—the former is your boss, the latter your photographer partner

and seongwu sends you a lead he suggests you check out

i hear crown prince ha sungwoon is in ur area. cant find any recent pictures but here are some pics from when he was a kid

he’s chubbier in the pictures, but those pouty lips are unmistakeable

you’re crafting a plan as you go to check on him

crown prince ha sungwoon is shirtless in your bathroom intently reading the hair dye manual included in the box

“have you never done this before?” you say raising a brow

he huffs and admits he hasn’t

you end up googling a how-to video because he doesn’t have a phone on him

he’s sitting in your tub with his arms crossed and you’re watching the guide, texting jisung at the same time

i have a plan

his stomach rumbles right as you close the messaging app and his ears go red

sungwoon borrows your pink bathrobe and eats your cherries while you toast him some bread

“what should i call you?”

sungwoon mutters something in reply that you don’t quite catch

“did you ask me to call you ‘daddy?’”

“I sAiD CLOUDY!!!”

later he’s back in your tub, your hands gently massaging his scalp to get the dye in

and he moans softly once, his eyes going wide

“cloudy, is this turning you on”

“I HAVE A SENSITIVE SCALP…unless you want me that way, baby”

you feel 98% embarrassment and 2% attraction so you splash him with the water before leaving him to finish up

when he comes out his hair is a boring shade of brown, and you look him up and down

“well, you blend in aside from—“

“i’m taller wearing shoes, okay!!” he says, standing up straighter, before glancing at the door with a worried expression

you sigh, shrugging, and say, “do you have any money on you?”

and he shakes his head no, so you offer him your place to crash for the night

you’re texting jisung, letting him know where you’ll go so he can take the photos for your soon-to-be-written feature article about an unsuspecting ha sungwoon

and you startle because sungwoon’s asleep in your bed beside you???

but he looks exhausted, his body shaking slightly in the cold because he hadn’t even tried to take your blanket

so you tuck him in before sliding in next to him, your limbs touching because your bed is small

you wake up to someone singing in the kitchen

ha sungwoon is wearing your apron and making you an omelette

he beams at you when you eat it, saying, “it’s perfect, isn’t it? but it’s the only thing i know how to make"

you thank him for breakfast, washing the dishes as you casually say, “i might need an assistant for my blog post today”

which strictly isn’t a lie

so you hand him your never-used polaroid camera and brief him about your itinerary around madrid

when you get to the royal palace he seems relatively unimpressed, if very interested in the art

“there’s no room for such extravagance back home,” he mutters as you’re leaving

“what was that, cloudy?”

instead of responding, he takes a photo of you by the gate

you take a couple of him, too, both because they’re good material and because he’s so interesting to watch

you have lunch at a random tapas place and he’s ordering everything until he remembers he’s on your budget

but you nod at him and he lights up throwing an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you tightly to his side, and you cover up your blush by taking a few photos of him

later you’re eating ice cream while in line for the prado museum’s free hours, and you’re mesmerized watching him eat the ice cream more neatly than anyone you’ve ever seen in your life

sungwoon picks up a copy of the memorable painting list and grabs your wrist, promising to show you the best paintings

it turns out he knows a lot about art??

and you’re sorry you can’t take recordings because the enthusiasm with which he speaks is really captivating

you ask him about it later as you walk the way back to your apartment

“i wanted to take up fine arts, like theatre or music or something, but my parents wanted me in art curation because it’s more fitting for an heir—an heir to our family business, i mean,” he says, his ears turning a tell-tale pink

he bids you goodbye at your door, shaking your hand after you give him one of the polaroid selfies you took together

“there are matters i have to attend to,” he says stiffly

and you laugh, shaking your head and pulling him into a tight hug

“you’ll need a better poker face for those, sungwoon,” you whisper in his ear

he’s back at the embassy when he realizes he never told you his name and you never mentioned yours

the next day, sungwoon’s at the press conference, and he sees you with a media ID on

it takes all the self-control he’s learned the past few months to keep from freaking out in public

later, you approach him, biting your lip as if you’re nervous, and sungwoon tries not to remember how you’d looked in the fading light of day the night before, the flutter he’d felt in his heart

“before you say anything, hear me out,” you murmur, and sungwoon nods with his brows furrowed

you hand him a small envelope with a fond smile on your face

“from PRODUCE publication, a present for the new crown prince”

sungwoon opens it afterwards and it’s a memory card with a post-it attached

‘the only other place these are recorded is my memory’

and he looks up the online publication but the days pass without anything about him being written besides a short note about his coronation

he reads every single article you post, and he hears them all in your snarky voice and finds himself missing you terribly

but of course he won’t contact you because he’s supposed to be far too busy for that sort of thing

still, when he’s back home, he orders a subscription for the print edition of PRODUCE

and it gets delivered to his place with a note scrawled all over the first page, in the same handwriting as the post-it he keeps in his wallet