Six

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(A/n: Heyy y'allll ! I'm back again. And that's all I got to say lol. Enjoy!)

"Dying... need water..." You groggily sit upright with a hand holding your head. It feels like someone is playing a drum solo up there.

What the fuck was I doing last night?

When you attempt to remember your head throbs more. You grip the black satin sheets. Realizing this isn't your place, you pull the sheet up to your naked body.

Where the hell are my clothes?!

Whose place is this?!

You stand in the center of an oversized bed. It probably can fit ten people. Why?

Was I invited to an orgy!?

You conceive the wildest of notions amidst your breakdown. You don't even notice the lean, stalky guy staring at you from the doorway.

"Morning sunshine." His silvery words bring you to your senses. Stopping in your tracks, you stare at the devilishly striking man.

Drunk or not, you wouldn't forget a face framed by snow-white strands or those piercing sky-like globes of his. Who the hell is this guy?

Walking from behind him is another gorgeous raven-haired male. You grow weak in the knees, falling on your ass, holding the sheet tightly to your flushed body.

"Good morning." He suavely says, walking over to you with a silver tray of tea with cream, sugar, and honey. "Did you sleep well?" You nod. He gently handles the teacup, pouring the steaming liquid slowly. "Honey, sugar?"

Softly, "H-honey."

He stirs in three teaspoons of honey, picks up the cup, and hands it to you. "It's hot. Be careful." He holds on to your hands for a second, brushing the back of one with the pad of his thumb.

You sheepishly mutter, "Thanks." He smirks, letting go of the cup; the warmth of his touch is replaced by the glass.

"You didn't offer me any!" His companion complains, hanging over his shoulder, as he makes himself a cup.

"Monkeys don't need tea." He drops two sugar cubes into his drink, stirring clockwise.

"Give me your cup!" He yells, reaching for it. You frown at the shrill of his voice echoing in the room.

"Stop messing around." The other grits through his teeth.

Squeezing the handle of the cup, you clear your throat. They turn their attention to you. Hesitantly, "Um... This is embarrassing to say but I have no clue who you are or where I am. And, I'm just nervous about the events of last night... Did I sleep with both of you?"

"Pftt! Ah haha !" The white-haired guy bursts into laughter and you furrow a brow. "You can't remember anything? That's hilarious!" He childishly points his fingers, "Ya hear that?"

"I heard loud and clear. Stop chattering like a baboon." He sips his tea with closed eyes, clearly displaying irritation.

Nervously, "Well...?"

The white-haired one sits beside the other, taking his cup from his hand. "Yup. We had a threesome." He cracks before sipping the tea. "Blegh! Needs more sugar." He picks up six cubes.

"That was mine."

"I... did wh-what?"

"Since you can't remember anything I'll tell you. I'm a good storyteller!" His smile stretches from ear to ear. "So," he places a hand under his chin.

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