❝ best thing I ever did was marrying you. ❞
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“well, you’re not wrong.” though wonwoo takes one look at his wall of their growing daughter’s bedroom and thinks maybe mingyu could have married someone a little more skilled with a paintbrush, but beggars can’t be choosers.
when she’d gotten in the car after school earlier in the week and declared at the ripe age of seven that she’s too old for the zoo animals mingyu had lovingly painted on her walls before she came home for the first time, wonwoo knew what they’d be spending their belated weekend doing. still closing on sundays and mondays, they headed out in the week to look at colours and patterns and deciding on a soft pink had been both wonwoo’s doing and undoing. on one hand, at least it wasn’t the banana yellow she’d initially honed in on, but on the other, it could have been something more neutral, like a white or cream, that he wouldn’t likely have to redo again in another few years.
mingyu’s working on the feature wall as they speak, beautiful flowers and greenery and all the things a totally-grown-up seven-year-old loves. she’s a princess, the kind that sings to birds and has daisies plaited into her hair and her room will apparently reflect that once they’re done, shades of baby pink ( poorly ) painted onto three walls and the mural on the fourth opposite her bed. every morning, she’ll wake up to the sight of the sun shining and the birds chirping even if the story outside is an entirely different one.
wonwoo wipes at his forehead, smudging a little paint from his sleeve across his skin.
“I mean, look at this paint job. you basically married the picasso of decorating. remember the time we built her bed? you hit the jackpot, I’m a hunk.” even after all these years, wonwoo has never lost his humour.
“you’re beautiful.”
“please, I have paint all over me. I’m basically the 102nd dalmatian.” though wonwoo rolls his eyes, mingyu’s fond grin only grows. he’s put his paintbrush down to move across the room towards him, letting the piece he was working on dry before he can layer another colour on top. he’s almost a quarter of the way through what wonwoo thinks he has planned, whilst wonwoo is probably half-way done with the first coat of one wall. visual creativity has never been his strong point. expletives, however...
“the most beautiful one.” it’s cheesy, ridiculous, but wonwoo’s cheeks burn bright and his eyes shift away. he should be used to these comments by now but they still make his heart race as if it’s the first time. he can almost predict it from the twinkle in his eyes before the words leave his mouth and yet, he still feels surprised to hear them each and every time. “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I won’t tell sujin.”
“wonwoo.”
“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, too.” he finally returns once his light giggles have resided and the fingers tickling his sides have stopped to wrap around his waist. “I love you so much. I love sujin, I love our home, our work, our lives together. hate the feeling of his paint drying on my forehead, though.” mingyu laughs.
“I love you, too. you should probably sort that out...” wonwoo wishes he’d been paying closer attention to what mingyu was actually doing instead of how pretty his smile is when he tells him he loves him, or how his hair had started to stick to his forehead, because then maybe he’d have seen it coming when his boyfriend rubs more paint on his right cheek this time. he gasps. “now you don’t have to worry about the bit on your forehead.”
“you’re so fucking dead, kim gyu.”
“I bet, kim woo.”
