beautiful - park jinyoung
a/n: now i wanna paint on someone’s back who wants to volunteer?? 😗✌️
warnings: none!
word count: 0.7k
rating: pg
requested by: anon
“... what?” his voice called out, and you wanted to giggle.
“let me paint on your back! please?”
he stares at you incredulously, “absolutely not.”
“why?!” you plead, “it’s not like it’ll hurt or anything. i know you’re not ticklish.”
“because i said so. it’s my body,”
you pouted at him, dropping your shoulders, “but… jinnie…”
“no no no, you don’t get to use the nickname to try and convince me,” he shakes his head at you, but you know you’ve already got him by his reaction, “that’s manipulation, y/n.”
“jinnie, please, i promise it’ll be nice. what do you have to lose?”
and when he really thinks about it… you’re right. what does he have to lose? it’s not like you were a terrible painter, he knew that. in fact, he was really impressed by your painting and overall art skills.
maybe he was just nervous about how it would feel, or maybe it’s trusting you not to draw a dick on his back. either way, he sighs, before slowly nodding, “alright, alright. you got me. how do you wanna do this?”
your eyes lit up and you clapped excitedly, and he chucked a bit. you were always so adorable to him, “okay! i’ll lay down a towel and we can do this on the floor over where the full-sized mirror is.”
he nods, and moves to pull at the edge of his shirt. of course, you did know that he’d have to take off his shirt, but seeing him do it was so… tantalizing. for all that talk about not being able to pull of ‘sexy’, he definitely was sexy. he keeps his back to you mostly, but if you look in the mirror, you could see the reflection of the front of his torso.
you lay out a couple towels and he sits down, making himself comfortable. you sit behind him, trying to see if you could paint from this angel, but quickly shake your head, “actually, can you lie down, please?”
he groans, but doesn’t say anything of it. he lies down on his stomach with his head resting on his arms, and you get everything set up before taking in a deep breath and starting.
the cold feeling of paint on his back is foreign to jinyoung, and he flinches a bit, but does his best to keep still. he faces forward to look in the mirror and see you work diligently. you’re so incredibly focused on making it look good that you don’t even notice jinyoung’s adoring gaze. you just look so precious when you pout out of concentration instead of when you pout to get your way.
“alright, i think i’m done,” you say, and jinyoung wants to give time for the paint to dry, but he’s so incredibly curious that he stands up immediately. he turns his back to the mirror and looks behind him to see the image.
it’s a mirage of dark blues and bright oranges melting together in a sky matched with a darker foreground. the paint starts to droop down his back because it wasn’t fully dry, but it only serves to make the scene that much more beautiful.
“do you like it?” your voice pulls him out of his own mind, and for a second you seem unsure of his feelings. it’s mind boggling how you could ever think your art wasn’t good.
“yeah, i do.” he smiles softly, and you move closer to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, careful to not touch at the wet paint on his back, and rest your head in the crook of his neck.
“i’m glad you like it. the scene reminds me of you,”
“hm? how so?”
“blue and orange together makes me think of you, and i just think there’s so much darkness that hides the sweet angel you are or at least, can be,” he cradles your head with his hand, but it’s not completely out of affection. he’s really just trying to make sure you don’t seem him blush, “your heart is so beautiful, jinyoung.”
he smiles at the purity and kindness in your words, “i think i’m not the only beautiful soul here, y/n.”
