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✔Oil Paints | Hoseok

   Hoseok watches with loving wonder as your fine brush dances across the canvas carefully, adding shadows and highlights in places that most people wouldn't even think needed extra contrast, but ultimately did.

   As your boyfriend, Hoseok always found everything you did as the most jaw-droppingly beautiful thing in the world. You were his world.

   But watching you paint, or sketch, or even line your art, he consistently found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

  The way little strands of (H/C) hair fell out of the messy bun atop your head, or the way you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth when you concentrated. Each and every detail about you--even the things you're insecure about--he found beautiful.

  It was a shame that you almost never let him watch you produce your art.

  Hoseok leans against the doorframe, completely captured in the world that you've created on the canvas. He was so infatuated by the way you painted, that he hadn't bothered to step back and see,

  That you were painting him.

  It was so hyper-realistic that it seemed like a photograph. There were intricate details of his face that he himself hadn't been aware of.

  Suddenly, you stand up and turn around, subconsciously wiping at the dried oil paint that'd gathered around your fingertips and knuckles. Anyone other than Hoseok or yourself would've thought you were using your limbs as a palet, if they didn't know better.

  Assorted colors ranging from cadmium yellow to a deep, prussian blue colored your (S/C) skin. Even a bit of red was smudged across your right cheek, from your (E/C) eye to the right side of your jaw.

  Your eyes immediately find Hoseok. And where they would usually light up with happiness and unfiltered love at the sight of Hoseok, they widened in shock and embarassment alike.

  "H-how long were you standing there? When did you get here? Oh my-- it's not what it looks like--I-I'm not painting you!"

  You explode with questions and panicked statements, desperately trying to shove him out of your studio and back into the hallway of your apartment.

  But your boyfriend wouldn't budge. His eyes danced between your masterpiece, and his own little masterpiece that is you.

  "Hobi..." You pout, tears welling in your (E/C) eyes. He probably thought you were creepy, and a weirdo. He'll break up with you.

  "(Y/N)," Hoseok says, noticing your sudden mood shift. He begins to panic, pulling you to his chest. He pets your hair, whispering against your forehead.

  "I love it," Hoseok murmurs, loud enough for you to hear. You pull away from the embrace, looking at your boyfriend with wide eyes. He cups your cheek, briefly running his thumb over your nose.

  "Really? You don't think I'm creepy for painting you?" You ask innocently, catching a glimpse back at your painting. The faux Hoseok looked back at you. You were proud of it, but still insecure about it.

  About him seeing it.

  Like he has.  

   "You have nothing to be embarassed of, love. You're amazing, both inside and out. And you have an extraordinary talent. Embrace it, (Y/N.)"

  You study him, drinking in his characteristics hungrily.

  You loved this boy.

  No turning back now. You've fallen something irreversable.

  Something beautiful.

  You were in love with Jung Hoseok.

  "I love you, Hobi." You say against his shirt, relishing in the warmth.

  Little did you know, that when Hoseok ran his finger over your nose,

  He smudged blue paint over your nose.

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   Cute. Please read this trash.

 

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