• summary: painting on minghao
• pairing: xu minghao x male!reader
• word count: 296
• to do
“Hao.” You huff and lay down next to him. “I have no talent or inspiration.”
“What do you mean?” He yawns.
You cover your face and whine. “I don’t know what to do for my project and I thought if I just practiced or drew something it would inspire me, but I can’t think of anything. I suck at art.”
“No, you don’t.” He sits up and the cover falls off of him.
You move your hands and blush slightly, looking at his chest. “I have no inspiration and everything sucks.”
“Are you staring at me?” He smirks and leans forward.
You blush darker and nod, poking your bottom lip out. He kisses you lightly and turns around to lay on his stomach.
“Don’t be so self-deprecating.” He mumbles, stretching out. “You’re an amazing artist and your project will be great.”
“How do you know, though?” You sigh and throw yourself down on the bed. “I have no inspiration and don’t know what to do.”
“What do you normally do when you have no inspiration?” He asks, burying his face in the pillow.
“Just try and draw anything I can, but I don’t know what to draw on or what to draw.”
He leans up on his elbows and looks over at you. “Do you want to do that thing where the artist of the couple paints on the other? Be romantic~”
“You trust me to paint on you?”
“I can’t see it anyway.” Minghao shrugs. “And I’m shirtless already anyway. You carry paints around too, don’t you?”
“A tiny thing of them, yeah.” You bite your lip and sit up. “You don’t mind?”
“It might be calming, I might fall back asleep.”
You kiss his cheek and nod, grabbing your bag. “Thanks!”
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