Jeonghan sat cross-legged on the couch, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he examined the lipstick in his hand. The bright red shade caught the light, bold and striking, just like the idea brewing in his mind.
Seungcheol was lounging on the other end of the couch, scrolling through his phone, blissfully unaware of Jeonghan's devious plans.
“Hey, Cheol” Jeonghan called, his voice sweet and lilting.
Seungcheol glanced up, raising a brow at the innocent tone. “What are you up to now, Hannie?”
Jeonghan pouted, twirling the lipstick between his fingers. “Can’t I just admire how handsome my boyfriend is?”
Seungcheol smirked, clearly amused. “Flattery won’t distract me from whatever you’re plotting.”
“Oh, come on,” Jeonghan whined, scooting closer until he was perched right next to Seungcheol. “Let me play a little.”
“Play with what?” Seungcheol asked warily, eyeing the lipstick.
Jeonghan grinned, uncapping the lipstick and twisting it up. “I want to mark you.”
Seungcheol’s brows shot up. “Mark me? With lipstick?”
Jeonghan nodded enthusiastically, leaning in so close their noses almost touched. “You don’t mind, do you? Just a little fun.”
Seungcheol chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “You’re impossible. Fine, do your worst.”
Jeonghan wasted no time, planting a kiss on Seungcheol’s cheek with exaggerated enthusiasm. When he pulled back, a perfect red imprint of his lips remained.
Seungcheol laughed, shaking his head. “Is that all?”
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Jeonghan said, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He continued his mission, leaving kiss marks all over Seungcheol’s face, his other cheek, his forehead, his chin, even the tip of his nose. Each time, he’d giggle like a child, delighted with his work.
Seungcheol played along, sitting still and letting Jeonghan have his fun. “You’re turning me into a walking canvas” he teased.
“That’s the point! Don't you see that i just wanna mark you as mine!!” Jeonghan said, his voice muffled as he pressed another kiss to Seungcheol’s jawline.
When Seungcheol tried to reach up and wipe one of the marks off, Jeonghan swatted his hand away. “No touching! You’re mine now.”
“Yours, huh?” Seungcheol said, a playful glint in his eyes.
Jeonghan paused, his cheeks turning pink. “Well... yeah.”
Seungcheol leaned forward suddenly, catching Jeonghan off guard. “If I’m yours, then it’s only fair that you’re mine too.”
Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol grabbed the lipstick from his hand and twisted it up.
“Wait- Seungcheol, no!” Jeonghan resisted, trying to scramble away, but Seungcheol was faster.
He tackled Jeonghan onto the couch, holding him down with one arm while expertly wielding the lipstick with the other.
“Payback time,” Seungcheol said, grinning wickedly.
With exaggerated care, he drew a messy red heart on Jeonghan’s cheek. Then he moved to his forehead, scribbling a little star. Jeonghan squirmed beneath him, half laughing and half protesting.
“You’re ruining my perfect face!” Jeonghan cried, though his laughter betrayed him.
“You started it,” Seungcheol shot back, drawing a quick line across Jeonghan’s nose.
