november 22

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"if you think you can beat me at mario kart, then your wii controller is far up your ugly ass."

jeno smirked at jaemin. "wanna bet on that?"

"get a remote and get ready to get your ass whooped. winner gets whatever they want from the loser."

"you're on."

a few hours later, the living room of jaemin's house had been transformed into a mess, junk food and pillows and random wii devices scattered throughout the scene. jeno and jaemin were sprawled on the couch, the younger's head on jeno's thigh. they were aggressively jerking and jamming buttons on their remotes, trying desperately to win the round they deemed would be their last - round 21.

only a few seconds to the virtual finish line, the two's karts right beside each other, constantly switching in and out of first and second place, and jaemin yelped.

"fuck!! peach, THAT HOE PUSHED ME OFF WITH HER DUMPSTER CAR!!1!!1! WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS, SHE AIN'T EVEN A QUEEN!!! AND I'M CHENLE'S BESTIE AND IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY SO I DON'T DESERVE THIS."

jeno leaped up off the couch shrieking with laughter as jaemin defeatedly plopped back onto the cushion, staring up at the ceiling wondering why he was such a failure. "can't we rematch?"

"hell no, just accept i'm better than you," jeno shrugged, the crescent slits of his eyes glittering behind his eye smile.

jaemin groaned and jeno leaned over to hover above the loser's face. "and guess what, you also owe me now."

eyes wide, jaemin shot up. "shit! why'd i make that deal?"

jeno giggled. "chill. i won't make you do shit now, just know you still owe me."

"yeah, yeah." jaemin's tone sounded irritated, but he had smiled back. he couldn't help it, jeno's gorgeous smile was infectious.

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