Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)
＃ JUMIN !! ♡
Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.
＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡
Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.
＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡
Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.
＃ JAEHEE !! ♡
Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.
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𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!
His cold, strict, business-only office attitude drops the very second you come into the picture. Even when he’s running behind on a certain schedule or needs to finish something quickly, the moment you enter the equation, you are his first priority at any cost. Jumin is sure to offer you a kiss of some kind no matter the time or place, —be it a quick peck against your temple before he rushes off to the office, or a slow, deliberate pressing of his lips to your knuckles, letting his mouth form ever so delicately to the dips and grooves. He swears up and down he’s not much of a romantic, but you certainly beg to differ during moments like that.
𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!
Yoosung is no stranger to being taken care of. Having grown up much younger than most of those around him, it was natural for him to be coddled more often, —and he likes a certain amount of that from you as well. Still, he often shows affection by taking care of you in turn; packing you lunches with sweet little notes, giving you quick massages to ease you down after a long day, and otherwise doting on you whenever he can. In his eyes, if something makes you happy, it’s well worth any trouble it may entail.
𖦹. ━ HYUN (ZEN) !!
If anyone knows how important it is to be there for those you love, —it’s Hyun. Thus, he’d never dream of missing any event that’s significant to you; big or small. He prepares for everything far in advance, being sure to take time off from any projects he’s embroiled in to show you his support. Good or bad news to come, he’s there with something, be it a bouquet of roses or a box of your favorite sweets. Hyun is your shoulder to cry on when things don’t go your way and the biggest cheerleader in your corner when good things come your way!
𖦹. ━ SAEYOUNG (707) !!
Saeyoung pays close attention to you, and when he notices that you like something (even if it’s only a passive interest), he’s quick to indulge you in it. Any snacks or drinks you’re particularly fond of will always be available as long as you’re with him, and any hobbies you pick up, he’s more than willing to learn at least the basics in order to follow along with discussions. His keen eye and proclivity for gathering information also serve him well in the gift-giving department, and any time a special occasion rolls around, Saeyoung is sure to knock it out of the park.
𖦹. ━ SAERAN (RAY) !!
Saeran tends to be an actions over words type of lover, feeling much more in his element when he’s able to soothe you down or show affection through actions rather than sweet nothings. He can be a bit over-protective; ready and willing to go to bat for you at any time, and giving you constant (and sweetly gruff) reminders to be careful when you do things that could land you in hot water. He’s always there to lend you a hand and is quick to come to your aid if he thinks you might need it.
𖦹. ━ JAEHEE !!
Jaehee is beyond respectful of your time, —still asking you out on dates and planning them to the T when you’ve been together seriously for months. She doesn’t like to assume that you’re free, even when she knows that to be the case, and is sure to check in with you before setting anything up. Even so, she has her own way of adding in little elements of surprise! Since opening her cafe, she’s put many blends up on the menu simply because you said it was delicious whilst taste-testing her experiments, and has also learned how to cook your favorite meals to perfection just for you.
𖦹. ━ JIHYUN (V) !!
There are pieces of you in everything Jihyun does from the very moment he falls for you until the end of time. You are his most precious muse for all things related to his art, the sun reflecting off his melancholic moon when he questions his own abilities. He carries your love with the deepest of thanks and gratitude, allowing that affection to drive him forward to capture masterpieces on the horizon. He also not-so-secretly has a photo album filled to the brim with pictures of you in your everyday life, because to him, you are angelic whether you’re jotting down little notes on a post-it or fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror.
＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE: PAINTING ON HIS SKIN (JUMIN X READER).
#. synopsis! — jumin let's you use his skin as a canvas for your artwork .
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Jumin looks at you over the rim of his wine glass, the purple-red liquid inside sloshing a bit as he adjusts his wrist and sets his gaze on your own. His dark irises almost feel intimidating in the moment, but the quirk of his brows gives way to a curious undertone.
"Too weird?" You question, backing off a bit just in case.
If Jumin doesn't fancy becoming a human canvas for your artwork, that's completely and totally okay, and it's his choice to make, of course. Still, you'd really like it if he could say yes. . .
"A bit strange," he acknowledges, "but I see the appeal."
He adjusts his wrist again, bringing the glass to his lips. Jumin takes a slow sip of wine as you process his reply.
"You. . . You do?" Comes your slightly confused response.
Jumin has never particularly struck you as someone who would enjoy more outlandish art forms. Of course, with a photographer as a best friend, he's long been accustomed to some displays of artistic prowess; but you imagine painting on someone's skin and taking pictures of a sunset are two completely different things that evoke entirely different responses.
"Yes," he nods, "you've mentioned before on a few occasions that seeing open space as an artist often fills you with inspiration. I imagine that, although I'm a living person, my skin may not seem so different to canvas or paper. . . Just an open space to take advantage of."
Albeit very literal in his analysis, Jumin roughly hits the nail on the head. His bare skin does inspire you, very much so. It fills you with ideas and inspiration, and to actually have the opportunity to paint on him would be a dream come true. You're almost bristling with excitement before he confirms or denies his participation in the matter.
"Do you have any ideas for the piece?" Jumin asks.
"Ah, well, —roughly," you nod. "The design will depend mostly on what body part you lend me for a while. But, I'd like to do something floral, if that's alright with you."
"I'm a businessman, not a painter," Jumin replies, lips curving up at the sides a bit in amusement. "Designs should be left to the artist."
"Alright," you smile, "something floral then."
He appreciates your confidence the second time around.
"Lovely," Jumin comments, placing his glass of wine down on the counter.
He reaches up to loosen his tie, pulls it halfway off, then pauses to look over at you once more. His handsome features stand out in this position, —a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, sophisticated aura cracking just a bit to welcome the warmth of your presence, nimble fingers grasping at the material of his necktie. This scene might as well be art itself. . .
"Will an arm suffice?" Jumin asks.
"Perfectly," you nod.
He strips his upper half, and says nothing about the way your eyes rake over him like you've never seen him this way before. Your fingers, lips, and palms have smoothed over the exact skin you're subtly gawking at a million times; but each time feels like the first.
Jumin folds his clothes neatly and sets them aside before following you to your makeshift art studio, —the one he set up for you in a room he'd previously had no use for. Now, it's utilized often, and he thinks it was well worth the time, effort, and money. He loves coming in here, though he hasn't had the chance recently with work piling up so high. Canvases lean against one of the walls, some blank, some with half finished paintings littering the fronts. If it were anyone else, you'd be awkwardly scrambling to explain that "it's really not like that, —painting is a process!" but Jumin, he already knows as much. You don't feel the need to justify your talents to him of all people.
"I enjoy coming in here," he smiles softly.
It makes him feel closer to you, like he's staring into pieces of your soul. Ones that he just isn't privy to in any other way.
"I'm thankful to have it," you reply, "it's given me a space completely to be creative, and I've never really had that before. I'd always been used to painting in my bedroom growing up, and when I lived alone, there were never any extra rooms to turn into a studio like this."
And perhaps the best part of all is that you never even asked for it. Jumin simply did it of his own volition because he saw your passion and wanted nothing more than to be supportive of it. That's why he hangs your art pieces throughout the other rooms as well.
"It was V's idea, technically," Jumin says. "I simply paid for it to be done."
"Well, whatever the case, I'm grateful," you assure him.
He takes a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room, —the one you crash on sometimes when deadlines get tight and you need a quick power nap before getting back into the swing of things. You're sure to place a towel under his arm, not wanting to stain it.
You gather up the needed materials and set off to work. Jumin tells you that he likes the way the brushes feel against his skin, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but hope that that leaves room for this to happen again sometime in the future. Maybe you could even have Jihyun come and photograph the final pieces, —maybe present them at one of your galleries in the future. But, you sober yourself enough to realize that you’re getting far too ahead of yourself. After all, this could turn out like hell.
That doesn’t seem particularly likely, though. Paint takes to Jumin’s skin surprisingly well, and when you joke to him that it seems to you that it was always meant to come to this on account of that fact, he gives you a low chuckle in reply. One that makes your fragile little heart skip a beat: just for him.
“It’d be quite the honor for that to be the true meaning of my existence,” he says.
It’s only a half-joke that he responds with. Even after all this time, Jumin has a particular way of crawling under your skin, sending shivers to your core and lighting you up inside.
He watches you work with curious eyes, much unlike the gaze you often see him wear when he’s sitting at a desk littered with paperwork and various contracts. This look of his is much softer, —sweeter, even. He’s not evaluating anything. . . He’s simply admiring.
“Honestly,” you say, “I was surprised you agreed to this so easily. I was kind of prepared to pull out the puppy dog eyes and lay some affection on pretty thick to sweeten the deal.”
“Well, I suppose there’s no need for the puppy dog eyes,” Jumin answers, an amused smile playing on his lips, “but I certainly wouldn’t mind the affection.”
“Noted,” you comment, giggling just a bit, “—but I’ll save that for later. With my luck, I’d lean in to kiss you and these white dittanies would end up looking like globs of nothingness.”
“Later then, but I’ll hold you to that.”
You know he will.
“Still, I think you captured the dittany flowers perfectly. I saw them in person once at a wedding, —the bride’s bouquet had both those and baby’s breath. At the time, I thought it was a strange decision,” he admits, “but looking at them like this. . . I suppose I understand quite well now.”
“They’re commonly associated with passion and love,” you add. “That’s actually why I chose them for this. . . I thought they suited you.”
“I’m not quite sure what standard you’ve used to measure that, but you’re the artist here, and they look lovely. So, in the end, I suppose you were right.”
“Still,” Jumin speaks up again quickly, “—aren’t these plants aphrodisiacs as well?”
“A-Ah,” you stutter, having been caught off guard by the suddenness (and bluntness) of his statement, “could be, yeah. . .”
He has to admit that you look incredibly cute when you’re flustered, the way you stumble over your words and turn your gaze away, pretending to focus intensely on the task at hand. If you were ever to work at his office, he’s certain he’d never get a single thing done ever again.
“Anyway, this should do it,” you say, adding a few final strokes of green to the stems.
Placing the paintbrush into one of the small containers filled with water, you pull away from Jumin’s arm and allow him the freedom of moving it around. You tried to work relatively quickly so as to not make him sit around in a single position for too long, but art is, above all else, a process. And it’s one that often takes a great deal of both time and effort.
Jumin admires your artwork like he’s staring at something priceless.
The best part of it is that, to him, he really is. He feels beyond honored to have this stunning painting of beautifully full, white-hued flowers flowing along the expanse of his forearm. Though you can see innumerous flaws in it now that you’ve stepped back, it’s almost impossible to dislike it when Jumin looks at it like that. . . Like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, simply because you created it.
“I wish. . . That I could keep it here forever,” Jumin whispers, tone achingly sincere.
“Sorry,” you apologize, “but it’s better to leave the permanent stuff to the tattoo artists. Which I certainly am not.”
Though he yearns to keep your piece there on his flesh forever, the logical side of him knows that you’re correct. Even so, he won’t be washing it off for quite a while. At least not before he’s taken fifty and then some pictures, all of which will inevitably end up blurry, before coming to you and asking for your help with it. Maybe he wants to be self-sufficient, even when it comes to areas he’s unfamiliar with (like proper photography skills and otherwise technologically related issues.) Or, maybe he’s just stalling for time, wanting to prolong the inevitable washing of his forearm for as long as he can.
