Daehyun sighs at his reflection in the mirror while he ties a quick knot in his necktie. He tugs down one edge of his collar, exposing the red lipstick track marks that pepper his throat and lets out a whine,

“Just how long-lasting is this stuff? I scrubbed for ten minutes but it’s still rubbing off on my shirt.”

You chuckle from the bathroom, readying yourself for work as well,

“Maybe you should call in sick and we can finish what we started,” you trill teasingly from your place in front of the sink. 

Daehyun presses the pad of his thumb onto one of the marks, still trying to get the stubborn lacquer to move. He knits his brows together and hooks his forefinger above the knot in his tie, yanking down to loosen it. He turns to you and throws up his hands, 

“Fine! Give me my phone!”

A sly smirk forms at the corner of your lips and you grab the tube of red from the sink, reapplying it generously for round two.