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#oml pls dont tell me he's turning 22 instead
deargguks · 5 years
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[𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞] dressed in darkness and the minute illumination of a single candle, the living room is left barren, void of anything but the benevolent lulling of your voice to happy birthday, (which shakily cracks at some parts, but woojin doesn’t notice, for he’s far too fixated on the lovely smile folded onto your lips.) 
you slide the small platter onto the coffee table, observing his wide-eyed reaction with a break in the middle of the melody to elicite a soft chuckle, lit faintly with a golden kiss to every inch of skin. ethereal, almost, woojin thinks. (your next few words is what earned that almost.)
“happy twenty third birthday, you old man.” you dart just out of reach of his titillating fingers, knowing full well he had every intention to tickle you for the side comment. “hey, show some respect, i spent like five hours to figure out how to make fried chicken and that weird cheese sauce you like.”
woojin laughs, melodic against breathy exhales, giving up on his cruel revenge and gaze straying once more onto the platter of cheese drizzled chicken, paradoxically standing with its single flag of a red and white striped candle.
it’s endearing in a weirdly peculiar way, and even though he had already celebrated his birthday with the other members, this one feels just as special. (if not a bit more. but woojin doesn’t admit to that; it might just be a bit too much for poor chan to handle after spending a whole week organizing his party.) 
gingerly, he pulls you down onto the floor to sit with him, pressing a light peck against your temple that remains warm even after he pulls away. “it looks great.” 
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