⇢ ˗ˏˋ daydreaming with stray kids !࿐ྂ

painting han jisung's nails at 2:14 am :)

"hey baby, watcha doin?" your boyfriend, jisung, grumbled. he rubbed his eyes as he sat up, trying to peek over your shoulder.

all he saw was your back, softly lit up as the floor lamp was turned on. he could see the extra light from the desktop quokka shaped lamp.

"jus painting my nails.."

he raised his eyebrows and looked over to the clock near the bed, "at 2:14 am..?"

"is something wrong with it?" you huffed as you placed your nails under the lamp, smiling happily at the nicely painted colors of black.

"no no, of course not," jisung stood up as he stretched, putting his arms on your shoulders. "it's just that you choose such an emo color.."

"hey!"

jisung just snickered, eyes still locked on your hands carefully painting your nails.

"see! don't they look clean?" you smiled as you showed your left hand to your boyfriend, seeing him blink and smile in response.

this made you proud of yourself, having confidence in your right handed capabilities.

but..

".."

"hm?" jisung looked at you, seeing you pout softly.

"it's just that.." you trail off, slowly picking your head up to smile at him.

"hey jisungie, could you paint my right hand for me?" you practically silently begged with your eyes, hoping it'd be enough for him to agree.

"i mean- i could try but.." he yawned, "i'm not exactly the best.."

"it's okay!" you reassured him, grabbing his hands. "and plus, if you paint them for me i'd make sure to treasure them!"

"hmm.." jisung fake pondered for a bit, looking back down to you.

"i'll do it but under one condition, you paint mine in return." he smirks, you blush seeing his messy hair and cocky look as the faint light from the lamp barely illuminated his face.

'so pretty..'

"deal!"

. . .

"stop shaking so much baby.."

"i'm sorry that i want them to be perfect for my perfect lover!" he rolled his eyes as he went back to trying to paint your ring finger, sticking his tongue out.

you refuse the urge to smack his head right there, so all you do is roll your eyes.

"can't wait for the day we get matching rings.." he mumbled under his breath, wanting to make sure you didn't hear it wrong and weren't blushing for no reason you asked,

"say that again?"

he looked up at you, "say what again hon?"

".."

".."

"are you gaslighting me"

"i dunno what you're talkin about!"

he went back to painting your final finger, smiling softly, knowing that you heard what he said clearly.

you playfully scoffed as a response.
. . .

"y/n, look! i did it!"

han smiled proudly at you, waiting for your approval. "woaah,, it looks so good!"

"now it's my turnn~" he hummed, placing his hand infront of you.

you roll your eyes yet the soft smile plastered on your face betrayed you as you got ready to paint your boyfriend's nails.

"did you want black? cus i have other colors if you wanted since they're.. "too emo" for your liking" you playfully questioned him.

"nevermind nevermind! just paint them so we can matchh" he whined softly, the sleepiness starting to come back as he yawned.

"okay okay.."

you started off with his left hand, swiftly trying your best to finish before the thoughts lingering in the back of your mind started to take over.

you heard yet another yawn from your boyfriend, looking up to see him rubbing his eyes with his free hands.

"if you want, we could just go to bed now and then i'll finish tomorrow."

"no no, it's okay" he blinked the tears in his eyes away. "alright, but if don't fall asleep on the polish or else you'll clean it up"

he just giggled, "yeah yeah"

. . .

"and i finished.."

"huh.?"

jisung looked at his hands, closing and flexing his hands. he was admiring the nail polish softly lit by the warm light.

he looked over at the clock

'3:12..'

"hey, it's already 3, we should sle-.."

and there you were.

head down on the desktop, eyes closed.

jisung smiled at his lovely girlfriend, blowing his nails as quickly as he could so he would be able to carry his precious girlfriend back to bed.

once he double checked that his nails were dry, he carefully picked you up. kissing your forehead as he placed you on the bed.

as he layed next to you, he admired your resting face. yet found it amusing that you'd wake up at 2:14 just to paint your nails.

but as he looked at his nails, he didn't deny that his heart fluttered as he thought of the two of you holding hands in public with matching nails.

hopefully with the matching rings too.