when a miserable Prince's ice-cold heart starts to melt...

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Acknowledgements:
I would like to thank the following people for having helped me a bunch with this fic.
-Gel for giving me plenty of back pushes and routing me on to kick this fic into progress.
-Coco for giving me constructive criticism and offering her expertise in the field of creative writing.
-My sister for the provision of the main poster #1
-Minnie for offering her expertise in the field of designing and the provision of the poster #2
-Mango Unnie for searching endlessly through the web to find the suitable OC main character of this literature
-Youla for getting inspiration from my fic and making me poster #3 out of the kindness of her heart
-Jaeru for giving me patient tips & advices by offering her expertise in the field of fine arts

About the Fiction:

Title: Painting the Prince
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG 13
Pairings: Taemin x OC x Jjong; Jjong x a lot of girls (lol XD); Minho x OC#2; Onew x Chicken girl? (lol) (dont worry Key is in here too^^)
Plot Summary:
He is snobbish. He is blunt. He is serious. He is quiet; and most people would go as far as to call him kind of "cold-hearted" in a sense. But even if that was so, a lot of people still admired him for who he was. Well, that was what people thought of him. But, if he were to describe himself, he'd say that he was bitter, miserable, and deprived. And yet, it was strange, very strange indeed that he felt that way. He had a life that most people would only dream of having. But, what the heck, they would never understand what it really felt like. To feel "trapped".
Lee Taemin is Korea's Prince. And no, its not a figure of speech; he really is. Everyone sees his life as a life of luxury, fame, wealth, power, adoration: Perfect. Everyone except one person: him. Being the Prince as he is, Taemin sees his life as a dull, colorless existence. He felt pressured. He felt isolated. He felt he like a prisoner.
Yes indeed, fate may seem cruel to have landed the birth right of a prince to a person who never wanted it. But, as tricky as fate may be, it decides to give his life a whirl wind of a spin. The spin comes in the form of young Painter. Beautiful, elegant, charming, and mysterious, as she is, the optimistic Painter gracefully paints her way into the Prince's colorless life, awakening him and sending flairs of various emotions the Prince thought he never ever possessed. With his first brushes with infatuation, Taemin falls deeper and deeper. Now, this Prince finds himself traveling the normal road like everyone else and discovers the many faces that love brings. And its all happening in University. For this young prince, life as he knows will indeed turn over 180 degrees.