Nayeon's hands felt cool against Dahyun's neck as a pair of lips glanced across her cheek. The lipstick stained Dahyun with each touch, dark and red and glaring against her white skin. Dahyun couldn't see the marks on her cheek, but she knew they were there, just like they always were.

It was a familiar situation between Nayeon and herself, one that had Nayeon standing so closely that Dahyun could smell the older girl's Magnolia Nobile perfume better than her own Dior Addict. It was a familiar situation, and yet it had Dahyun's heart racing in an uncomfortable way all the same.

One set of long, slender fingers kept Dahyun's cheek in place while the other set clung tightly to the leather choker around her neck. Dahyun shivered and squirmed against the strength in Nayeon's hands, a strength that had her hopelessly frozen in place as the kisses rained down.

A few soft whines of complaint fell from Dahyun's lips throughout Nayeon's torrent of kisses. She could hear whispers of Nayeon's low and seductive voice in her ear as the count increased.

"Eighty four... Eighty five... Eighty six..."

It was a count up to one hundred because whenever Dahyun wore a choker, Nayeon couldn't help but catch her, imprison her, and kiss her one hundred times on the cheek.

"You always say you want me to stop," Nayeon mused, still kissing and counting between her words, "but you never run away. Why is it that you always stay?"

"Ninety one, ninety two, ninety three.'

"B-because you're holding on to my choker," Dahyun muttered, still squirming in Nayeon's hands. "You're forcing me to stay."

Nayeo