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"happy birthday, jae," a raspy, deep, sexy voice spoke from behind jaemin, the greeting tickling his neck.

the latter shifted, moving his body around so he was facing the older.

he hated everything about his life at the moment, but he had to admire jeno.

his bed head hair, lips the slightest bit upturned at the corners, faint eye smile ghosting his features. the older was breathtakingly gorgeous.

but then jaemin shook his head clear of the other's looks, and asked in his own raspy morning voice, "the fuck did we do last night?"

jeno grinned, the light looking to reflect off his pearly white teeth. he peered mischievously at jaemin, a miniature smirk on his lips.

only now did jaemin notice the older also wasn't wearing clothes either, his toned chest peeking out from the crumpled covers.

"oh, baby boy, does it matter? you loved it, that's all i remember."

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