Requested by tofutorii.

The glow of your ring light was the only thing illuminating the darkened living room. Su-ho was sitting on the floor right beside you, leaning his back against the sofa. He looked a bit out of place with his sharp features and the heavy silence he usually carried, especially since his face was already a chaotic canvas of bright red lip prints you’d spent the last ten minutes 'practicing' on him.

"Ready?" You whispered, checking the framing on your phone.

Su-ho let out a faint, amused huff, adjusting his position so he was just out of the shot. "I still don't get why people watch this," He said, though he didn't pull away when you leaned closer. "But yeah. Ready."

You pressed the timer and scrambled back into position. As the song started, you looked into the camera, trying to maintain a playful, slightly pouty expression. You uncapped the lipstick and began the trend, gliding the color over your lips before purposely "slipping." A jagged streak of crimson smeared across your chin.

Right on cue, Su-ho leaned into the frame.

Because he was already sitting right there, his movement was fluid and effortless. He didn't say a word---Su-ho was always better with his hands than his voice. He reached up, his large hand cupping your jaw to steady you. His thumb pressed against the smudge on your skin, dragging across it with a focused, gentle precision. He watched his own handiwork, his thumb grazing your skin until the smear was gone.

Then, as the beat dropped, you tilted the camera upward.

The lens captured the full view of him: the stoic, legendary fighter of Byeoksan High, looking completely defeated by a tube of lipstick. He had lips-shaped prints on his cheekbones, nose, forehead and a messy one near his temple. A bit everywhere.

Despite the ridiculous look, his eyes were soft and fixed entirely on you.

"You missed a spot," He murmured, his voice a low vibration in the small space between you, clearly not meant for the video.

You didn't have time to ask where before he closed the gap. He leaned forward, catching your lips with his in a kiss that was much more certain than the ones you’d used to mark his face earlier. It was warm, lingering, and completely ignored the fact that the camera was still rolling.

He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, a rare, genuine smile ghosting his lips as he realized the video had finally stopped, only when the music paused and the video ended with that quiet sound.

"Did you get the shot?" He asked, without looking away.