“absolutely not.” han’s face scrunched up as he heard your suggestion. painting his nails? it was too feminine for him, he didn’t want to go around with his nails painted with bright colors.

but after an hour of begging han, he finally gave in once you said you had black nail polish. he liked the sound of that. so here you two were, in the kitchen sitting at the table. pressing his hand down to keep it steady.

“hey, you got some on my finger.” han pointed the spec of nail polish that landed on his knuckle, wanting to annoy you.