Boohao Stories

"what's wrong?" seungkwan looked at minghao with concern, he wouldn't normally just stare at a blank canvas for an hour. "nothing is wrong, i was in a painting mood today but my mind just-" minghao looked at seungkwan. "my mind just.." minghao stared at seungkwan, who looked at him straight in his eyes. minghao smiled at the way seungkwan's ears started to go pink, then the light bulb went off in his brain. "do you mind staying in here for a bit?" or after some difficulty figuring out what to paint, minghao paints seungkwan <3

....minghao pulls away after what felt like forever, and presses his lips into a line; voice just barely above a whisper as he asks, "can i paint your nails?" this definitely isn't normal. but seungkwan says yes regardless, pushing his exhaustion out of his mind. minghao always pulls seungkwan into his newest creative outlet or his art projects, simply because he adores having someone he loves there with him, to enjoy the moment and create something meaningful and beautiful together. nail painting may be new, but seungkwan knows it's something the both of them would like. or would like, if this wasn't so out of character for minghao. or Minghao struggles with art block, and copes with painting Seungkwan's nails.

polaroids take at least 30 minutes to fully develop, and the picture definitely wouldn't survive the walk in the sun, even if it was in his pocket. minghao made the executive decision of just waiting for it to develop. it'd be nice to wait til later to walk home anyway, surely it'll be cooler by then. he texted jun and told him he'd be back later, receiving an eye roll emoji and a cat smile emoji. thank god it wasn't an angry gif. well, if he's gonna be here for nearly an hour, he might as well enjoy the time he has to himself. the photographer turned around to go back to his and jun's old table, when his vision of it was partially obstructed. by a man who completely knocked the air out of his lungs. minghao quickly retreated behind the aisle. heart beating too fast for it to be a normal sighting of a really attractive person. or shortly after jun's daily lecture about dating, minghao finally sees someone who catches his eye, and maybe his heart.

"You're doing very well, no need to be apprehensive." Finishing off his now lukewarm wine, he sets it near the edge of the table. The anxiety this servant must be feeling now is terrible to even think about; a ball is no place for a beginner in the staff, certainly not a ball decorated with pompous, holier than thou children of the crown. He's fidgeting, seemingly more aware of his surroundings as he studies the ballroom, gripping the platter in his hands. Minghao figures the best way to try to take his mind off of it is to engage in what could be considered normal small talk; as if they weren't currently attending an esteemed gathering, and as if they were equals in the hierarchy. To start, calling him 'the servant' in his mind feels wholly demeaning. "What is your name, if I may ask?" He startles somewhat, clearly not expecting more questions that aren't drink adjacent. "Boo Seungkwan, your highness." He answers, bowing his head as he formally introduces himself. or The story of Minghao and Seungkwan and everything in-between.

"happy birthday xu minghao!" seungkwan opens the door with a candle-lit cupcake in hand, one too perfect to be handmade, and singing somewhat seriously: the vibrato is clear and his voice is full and intoxicating, but it still holds that goofy lilt that minghao loves. "happy birthday to you." seungkwan finishes, holding out the treat for minghao to blow out. minghao takes his time, fishing around his brain for an appropriate wish, until ultimately deciding on nothing new to have. instead, he wishes for things to stay as they are. with seungkwan, with his art, with his life. or minghao paints himself for his birthday, with seungkwan's help.