Work of Art || Luwoo

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~~Jungwoo~~

I forget that there's another body sleeping beside me and when I open my eyes, my breath catches in my throat and I jump a little. I regain my natural breathing and press my head into Lucas' chest. I can hear his heart's slow beating and his deep breath. I lay there for a few minutes. I haven't had a peaceful morning like this in a long time.
A few minutes pass and I decide that I need to start my day. I try to weave my way out of Lucas' arms without waking him up. I end up sliding off the bed, face first in the sheets which feels a little weird when you're completely naked. When I stand up, I see our clothes are thrown around the bed and I notice my jogging pants laying in the middle of the room. I smile inwardly. I just did that.
I open my closet doors for the first time in a week and pull out my favourite sweater and jeans to protect from the Autumn weather that's settling over the city. I hear rustling behind me while my face is in my sweater.
Once my sweater is fully on, I turn away from the wall and see Lucas sprawled across the mattress in a morning stretch. He curls back up again and peeks at me over the sheets.
"Good morning." He giggles through his morning voice and I can see from his eyes that he's smiling behind that white blanket.
"G'morning" I mumble back, bitting my lip to hold back a smile. "Now put on some clothes." I joke and toss a pair of jogging pants at him that are too big for me.
They smack off the wall and land over his face. His stomach bounces while he laughs. I leave the room shaking my head and make for the kitchen. I hear the mattress creak and Lucas comes out a few seconds after.
"Make yourself at home, grab whatever you want." I call from the fridge.
I can hear Lucas walking down the hallway. He's not the lightest walker. I don't think much of it, considering I haven't painted or used that room for over a week. He can look around. I don't have anything to hide. I sit at my dinner table and look outside. The view from up here is nice in the morning. The sun shines off the glass buildings and the sidewalks fill with people. I've drawn this view a few times. I can feel myself spacing out, enjoying the calm of my morning. For the second time today, I jump and have to calm my racing heart. A pair of tan arms envelop me and I feel his bare stomach against my back. Lucas rests his head on my shoulder.
"I didn't know you paint." He says before kissing my neck.
"Yeah." I breath, forgetting completely that I do, in fact paint.
"Can I see?" He asks and all I can think is I hope the pictures of him are put away.
I stand up and take his hand, leading him back to the room he just came out of. Right in the centre of the room, backlit by the window, like it's trying to mock me, is my most recent painting of none other than Lucas Wong.
"Am I really that fat?" He says, sucking in his perfectly toned stomach.
I smack his abs and I'm pretty sure that it hurt me more than him.
"Stop, it's not funny." I whine. "I.. I'm sorry. It's from before we were dating. I like to paint what inspires me. I have others. And now I sound like a creep." I mumble and all Lucas does is watch me and smile.
"I like it." He pulls me into a hug.

||Lucas||

He's such an amazing artist I wonder why he never showed me his work before. I would never think it's weird. Not everybody gets their portrait painted. It's even better when it's by the person you love the most. I try to take in every detail. Each strand of hair, the way he paints the shining light. I get an idea.
"These paints look a little old. Don't they go bad after a while?" Jungwoo looks at me with those shinny doe eyes that I know all too well.
"Yeah, but they still last a few year-"
"Wanna get more?" His eyes widen and I swear I can see my reflection in them. He twiddles his thumbs and tries not to smile.
"Okay"

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You ever seen the most shy man on this planet practically run down the hallway and leap into the passenger seat? Well now I have.
Woo directs us to an art store downtown. I open the store's door and Jungwoo gives me the biggest smile before rushing inside. I step in, too and the scent of papers and paints fill my nose. The walls are packed with so many colours it makes me dizzy. I don't know what half of the things here are, so I stand beside the front counter and watch my boyfriend jump around like he's a five year old who's high on sugar.
He paces around the store and inspects different materials closely before either putting it back, or adding it to his quickly growing pile. He looks my way every few minutes as if checking for permission to continue and every time, my reply is a nod followed by a smile. I'm just standing in the corner of the room, but I'm having the time of my life watching this kid.
Jungwoo comes to the counter with his pile of stuff and dumps it on the table top. The store is small despite the amount of products packed in it and the only man that I see working makes his way up the aisles and behind the register. Jungwoo pulls out his wallet while we wait for the total, but I already have my card tucked in my pocket.
"How will you be paying?" The man asks.
I step in front of Jungwoo and flash the worker my card. I pay and Jungwoo takes his three bags. I grab the pile of stuff that was too big to be packed in bags and nod a thanks on our way out.

The drive back to Jungwoo's apartment is only a few minutes, but he's already taking things out of the bags. We unload the car and I help as best as I can to put away all his new things in his little work room.
"Don't put these away just yet." He says, pushing a pile of paints and a canvas off to the side. "I wanted to draw you." He mumbles quietly and blushes bright pink.
"Okay." I say quietly and it makes him turn an even darker red.

I take the office chair that was tucked beneath one of the desks and sit facing him. The wall beside us has huge windows which is probably why he made this room his drawing one. It also makes for a great greenhouse. Huge potted plants are hung around the window and tucked against the white walls. There are a few succulents on the windowsills and I choose one with floppy leaves to hold up to my face. Jungwoo laughs.
"What? I like it." I say.

We sit like this for close to an hour and I'm a little sad when it ends. I like watching him work. He sticks his tongue out when he's really concentrating and when he has to focus on my face, I can't help but laugh. Who needs to be a stupid model when you have someone like this in your life?