love is in the air
koby x f.reader
what kind of date is koby planning for valentine's? is it a romantic date? and adventurous one? keep reading to find out!
TAGS: established relationship. fluff. modern au.
koby - painting portraits of each other
“Surprise,” Koby whispered in your ear, removing his hands from your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, wrapped his arms around your middle and waited for your reaction. You spun around in his embrace. Koby chuckled as you took his face in your hands and kissed him. “I take it that you like it.”
“I’d love anything you plan,” honesty dripped from every word you said, a bright smile accompanying them, “and this is gonna be so much fun!”
He followed after you as you skipped towards the table. A soft smile graced his lips, his eyes followed your every move. You picked up various paint brushes and colors, analyzed them and put them back on the table a second later. Using your arm, you measured the canvas, commenting on how you weren’t sure if you’d be able to fill it all. As he watched you, Koby poured two glasses of wine and set them next to the platter he had arranged earlier.
Clearing his throat, he reached for a chair to pull it out for you.
“We need some music,” you declared, inadvertently ignoring your boyfriend, who simply let out an amused sigh and waited.
Soft tunes setting the atmosphere and paintbrush in your hand, you felt like an artist ready to capture your muse’s beauty on the canvas. Is this how Da Vinci felt when he painted the Mona Lisa?, you wondered as you tried to fix the mess of pink that was supposed to be your boyfriend’s hair. You were no artist, after all, and though the brush glided smoothly on the blank canvas, splotches of paint accompanied your uneven strokes. Using too much paint, you discovered, was as much of an inconvenience as not using enough.
Koby, on the other hand, appeared to be in his element. His movements were exaggerated, yet elegant. Eyes sharp and focused, he looked up over the edge of his canvas to analyze your every feature. Then he would tilt his head, squint at his painting and resume his carefully placed strokes.
When he finally announced he was done, you took an apprehensive look at your own painting. That was not your boyfriend. What would you do if his painting was beautiful? God, please let him be a horrible artist, you thought to yourself as Koby suggested to do a countdown for the reveal.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three!” You finally exclaimed at the same time, turning the canvases to show each other the portraits you'd painted.
Silence fell upon you for all of two seconds, before it was turned to shreds by your boisterous laughters. Every concern of not matching his abilities faded as you gazed at his portrait of a vaguely you shaped blob.
“That looks nothing like me!” Said through laughing and wheezing.
“You’re one to talk,” came his retort, struggling to push the words out through his own laughter. “My eyes are not that far apart.”
Koby tried to imitate the expression of Not Koby, pushing you into a fit of even more roaring laughter. Your stomach hurt, tears pooled in your eyes, breathing became almost impossible. In a similar state as you, he sat doubled over, open hand hitting the table.
When your laughter finally subsided, you spoke up. “We have to hang them up in the living room.” Koby nodded, body still trembling with barely contained laughter.
A second later, the two of you erupted into laughter once more.
koby saw lots of people on social media doing this kind of thing, and thought it would be cute to do it with you. so, he went and got cute wine glasses, cheese and stuff for a platter, and way more art supplies than you'd need. now your closet has a box full of paint and paint brushes.
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