Whose birthday is it anyway?

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.” Mina put the teacup with a clink.

“No. No!,” you interject, dropping yourself on the backrest.

“Keep your volume down,” Mina hushed. “You sound so scandalized.”

“Because it’s Dahyun!”

“Oh, you mean my girlfriend who you’ve been crushing over? My hot, curvy, squirts-a-lot and screams-a-lot girlfriend?,” Mina smirked. You felt yourself shrink, gripping the end of the armrest.

“If it sweetens the deal,” she continued. “This was her request.”

Complete silence. Request? From her?

“I can see you rethinking it,” Mina taunted, brushing a foot on your shin. “Don’t think about it too much.”

“Agh, Mina…,” you buried your face in your hands. “Don’t you think this is… awkward?”

Mina looked down to her cup as she chuckled softly. “Honestly? A bit. Didn’t think I was ever gonna share a bed with you again. But here we are.”

“But here we are, indeed. Jeez.” You scratched the back of your head. “Happy birthday to me, I guess.”

“For the recipient of a threesome, you’re way too apprehensive,” Mina smiled, getting up from the table.

“Because it’s you, Mina,” you groaned. “And her.”

She winked as she turned back. “See you tomorrow. Oh, and make sure you have that oil you know I like.”

You rested your head in your hands, massaging your temples. That was all you could do.

Yeah, yeah, another trip around the sun, whoop-dee-fuckin’-do. Honestly, you’d host these parties more often for the company, if only your birthday wasn’t the mere reason a significant majority of the people here came over. Guys in tuxedos, girls in cocktail dresses – they were here for you today, but tomorrow might have been asking much from them. Call it the theatrics of high society, but that was the game as it was meant to be played.

Enter Mina and Dahyun.

Both of them had these black dresses that clung to their God-given bodies as tight as marble, exposing their bare shoulders. The similarities ended there: Mina’s dress had more structured details along its low neckline, while Dahyun’s gleamingly bare back was interrupted by thin, winding black straps.

The pin drop was almost literal. You don’t know who was the first to throw themselves in front of them, but it was at that instant the room roared to life once more. Nobody really expected you knew these two; nobody would have expected them to show up at all even if you did know them.

But as Mina stayed with the crowd, Dahyun walked toward you, slowly, with a decisive strut that oozed confidence. As she neared, it felt less so, and more like excitement of the electric variety.

“Hey,” she smiled awkwardly, against her character, but quickly regaining composure. “ So.”

“So.”

Without any other words spoken, you’d made your verbal agreement: that for the record, this was happening, for real.

“It’s nice to see you again!,” she smiled. “Was it last year that we met at Chaeyoung’s party?”

“Less than, but yeah,” you nodded, trying to recall a more specific date. “And… damn.”

“What was that?,” she smirked, twisting her body to flash her back towards you. No surprise that she was able to read your gaze like a book.

“You look… amazing. Like, seriously,” you remarked. “It’s just my birthday, you know. Not an awards night.”

“Who said this was for me?,” she teased. “This look is for you.”

You bowed your head, masking a shy chuckle while reaching out for her forearm to walk towards Mina. Instead, she pulled you in to wrap your arm around her narrow waist, feeling the leanness of her body contained by the silky fabric. “If I’m yours tonight, might as well show it, no?”

“Let’s go to Mina. Then you can have time with your ‘adoring masses’,” you teased back, gesturing towards the crowd. Dahyun elbowed you gently as you walked closer, drawing their attention to her. The shift in tide allowed you to skirt the blob of bodies converging on Dahyun and meet Mina by the sidelines.

“Had a little chat, I see,” Mina greeted, opening an arm for a hug. “Happy birthday.”

“She’s candid,” you commented. “It’s like we’ve been friends for so long.”

“By proxy through me, you could say that,” she reassured. “Don’t let tonight’s antics make you forget that it’s your night.”

“I wouldn’t even if it was just Dahyun,” you joked, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Mina. “Or you.”

“And there you were, nervous that she’d be here,” she chuckled.

“Hey, she’s hot,” you blurted out. “Like, damn. I wasn’t anything close to my usual self because I was so distracted.”

“Honey, your usual self is very awkward already,” she patted your chest.

“Ouch. Happy birthday,” you replied sarcastically.

“Hey, it’s charming in a way,” she reassured, tracing circles on your blazer. “Pretty sure that’s why she wanted this.”

“Humor me,” you pressed, “how did that conversation go?”

“Oh, y'know, we were just in bed, having freshly fingered her,” she began, nonchalantly.

“Alright,” you quipped, “TMI.”

“And I told her that you had this whole birthday party coming up. And she forgot how you looked like. So I showed her your gym photos.”

“Thanks?”

“And she said 'yeah, he looks hot.’ So we ended up talking about how we met, and a little bit about our time together.”

“Define 'our time’,” you pressed. She simply gave you a wink in reply.

“I thought talking about opposite-gender exes was some sort of taboo among same-sex couples,” you taunted.

“Doesn’t seem like it is, 'cause she said, and I quote, 'I think he’d like a threesome with us’.”

The words lingered. “Seriously?”