Park Sunghoon

“Marked for Jealousy” 💄 (Requested: {|<[Sun×Moon]>|} ) The mansion was quiet, almost too quiet. You had been planning this for hours—Sunghoon never came home this early, and yet here he was, keys in the door, footsteps echoing. Perfect timing. You quickly dabbed the last red lipstick mark—one on your thr-oat, another near the colla-rbone. Just enough for him to notice, not enough for it to be obvious. You hid behind the curtain in the living room, smirking, phone in hand to capture any reaction. The door clicked open. “Home early…” your voice trailed off playfully as you stepped into the hallway. Sunghoon froze. Eyes narrowed. You tilted your head innocently. “What?” He didn’t move immediately. Instead, he scanned you slowly, like a predator who finally caught sight of his prey. “You… what is this?” His voice was calm, but the sharpness underneath made your stomach flutter. You leaned casually against the wall, letting him see the marks, pretending not to notice. “Marks?” you asked innocently. “I—uh… maybe I tripped?” Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. His hand hovered at his side for a second, then he stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Someone touc-hed you?” he asked lowly, voice even, dangerous. You almost burst laughing. “No! I—uh—I… applied… um… makeup?” He didn’t smile. Not yet. Instead, his hand rested lightly on your hi-p. Closer. Anchoring. Protective. “You’re lying,” he said simply, eyes boring into yours. “Tell me who.” You bit back a giggle, covering your lips with your hand. “I… didn’t… I swear, no one touched me!” Sunghoon’s gaze softened slightly, but the protectiveness didn’t leave. His hand slid to brush over the marks as if checking, as if he could erase them with a touch. “You’re mine,” he muttered quietly, almost to himself, “and no one else touches you. Not today. Not ever.” You laughed then, light and teasing. “Relax, hubby. Just a little prank.”