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to hansol, boo seungkwan is the prettiest person in the world. from his dark eyes to his toes, hansol thinks his boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous. even after eight years of dating hansol still believes nothing could hold a candle to seungkwan’s beauty. the light is catching his hair giving seungkwan a glow, almost a halo around his head.
he gets to admire his lover’s face up close as he’s concentrating on painting hansol’s nails a dark shade of blue. they’re sitting cross legged on seungkwan’s bedroom floor at the dorms with makeup and nail polish bottles of all different colours scattered around them. there’s some girl group song playing softly from seungkwan’s phone. if there was one thing that boo seungkwan could possibly love more than hansol it would be his girl groups. the only person who would try to deny it would be seungkwan.
hansol resists the temptation to smooth out the concentration lines etched into his boyfriend’s face and smudge his nail polish again. he’d done it only moments before and received a frustrated huff and a famous boo seungkwan glare. so instead he takes the time to admire the way concentration draws seungkwan’s eyebrows together and forces his pretty, pink lips into a little pout. hansol watches the way seungkwan holds the brush between his long dainty fingers, already painted in a soft baby pink. his eyes travel past his wrist and up his arm to where he has his sleeve rolled up, the fabric pooling around his elbow. the sweater seungkwan is wearing is actually hansol’s, it sitting a little awkwardly on his smaller frame.
it had been one of hansol’s favourite sweaters, a soft blue colour that reminded him of seungkwan, until he had left it in his boyfriend’s room a few months prior. hansol had told seungkwan he reminds him of a cloudless sky after a rainstorm. seungkwan had questioned what he meant and so he explained that it was comforting and always much needed. he had been making seungkwan breakfast when the other appeared wearing the sweater and a pair of boxers. hansol had only stopped staring after soonyoung commented on how seungkwan’s legs were littered with hickies, and they had both flushed bright red.
his eyes travel down seungkwan’s body to land on the shorts he’s wearing. they’re short, probably volleyball shorts, he realises and he gets a good view of his boyfriend’s thighs, the expanse of soft, tanned skin on full display. they’re more toned than they had been when they had first started dating, hours of dancing and playing various sports strengthening the muscles beneath his skin. hansol loves the feeling of his thighs under his palms, bare or not. he also loves marking them up causing said thighs to tremble. his members had made plenty of comments about this in the past, causing both boys to share in their embarrassment.
“can i do your makeup baby?” hansol nods looking back up at seungkwan’s face. the sunlight hits the side of his face, turning his iris a honey brown, and giving his cheekbones a natural highlight. he’s already holding foundation and a blending sponge in his hands. hansol gives him a signature gummy smile and nods again.
he always finds comfort in how easy it is with his boyfriend. they fit so perfectly together like two pieces of the same puzzle. hansol’s large hand always fits over seungkwan’s daintier one so easily, their lips slot together perfectly and they both fit in each other’s arms like they were made to be there. it had always been easy with seungkwan though, even with navigating the way their relationship changed as they grew older. it was easy to transition from best friends to lovers.
he also loves how in touch with his feminine side seungkwan is. he realises it’s probably because he grew up surrounded by women, the subject of his sisters’ makeup experimentation over the years. although he, too, had to play with hangyeol when they were little it was mostly what he wanted. seungkwan, elegant, poised, perfect seungkwan, always likes to show off the feminine side as well as the masculine both on and off camera.
it’s something hansol is envious of, how his boyfriend isn’t ashamed to show him a new makeup look he’s trying or dressing up just to feel pretty. how he’s not afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve or sometimes allow his emotions control him. how he only ever drinks coffee iced and with a straw, how he always has soft hands despite how often he plays sports. he’s envious of how seungkwan’s personality both contradicts and compliments the rest of him. it’s also one of the things he loves most about the shorter man.
“my sister was right. this colour would totally compliment your eyes.” seungkwan says, holding up an eyeshadow palette and brush. hansol must give him a confused look as he continues, “i was talking to jinseol and i asked her about colour compliments and she used you as an example because apparently i’d stared into your eyes enough times to know or something.” he rolls his eyes as hansol laughs. seungkwan’s sister was probably right, when it came to her baby brother she normally was.
hansol reluctantly closes his eyes as seungkwan softly swipes the brush across his eyelid. he’s humming along to the song that’s playing. it’s something hansol recognises vaguely, he’d never really paid much attention to the music seungkwan listens to. he briefly recalls the memory that jihoon had once told him that was what allowed him and seungkwan to work so well. they complimented and contrasted each other. seungkwan being into girl groups and pastels and sports while hansol is into rap and dark colours and working on a song. hansol being quiet and introverted while seungkwan could talk for them both and is extroverted. but it was moments like these where they had a bubble around them that jihoon said they worked best.
they could just exist in each other’s company. it was also moments like these where hansol thinks seungkwan is the most beautiful. all barefaced and oversized clothes, that actually belong to hansol, humming along to his favourite songs. moments where they don’t have to be boo seungkwan and chwe vernon - kpop idols.
once seungkwan has finished both eyes he opens them. he’s greeted with the sight of the older with a proud grin on his face. he often sees that grin when seungkwan has been praised by him or jihoon during a recording session or after minghao has complimented him on a particularly good suggestion for a dance move. but he always sees it when seungkwan has gotten a score of 100 at their local karaoke after belting out his lungs to a ballad. hansol rewards him with a kiss when he does, and so he rewards him with one now.
it’s sweet and soft and oh-so them. seungkwan’s full bottom lip fitting between hansol’s so perfectly. he couldn’t care less if he’s smudging the pink lip gloss all over seungkwan’s lips, not as long as he got to do this. as long as he got to kiss his boyfriend and see his proud grin and be the cause of it, because he knows that he’ll always be the cause of the loving look seungkwan has in his pretty brown eyes, then he can die a happy man.