You were walking beside your long-distance best friend, Noah, through the bustling market, weaving between stalls stacked high with fruit, spices, and shouting vendors. He had flown all the way from California just to spend his birthday with you—a fact you refused to get over.

"I'm still trying to process the fact that you're making me spend my birthday… at a market," he said, giving you an unimpressed side-eye as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

You grinned, grabbing his arm and leaning into him. “A very authentic cultural experience. Plus, my mom’s making dinner for you later—are you really gonna complain after tasting her food?”

He smirked a little. “I didn't say that.”

That’s when something caught your eye—spiky, bright red and yellow fruits nestled in a worn cardboard box. You gasped dramatically.

“Wait. Wait-wait-wait—LOOK!” you squealed, dragging Noah toward the fruit stand. “They have hairy b@lls!! I love hairy b@lls!”

Everything around you seemed to pause for one mortifying second.

Noah blinked. “…You—you what?”

You were already holding a rambutan up like a trophy, completely unbothered. “These! Rambutan! They’re so good. Juicy, sweet—hairy on the outside, soft on the inside—just how I like 'em.”

Noah stared at you like you’d just confessed to a felony. Then a grin started to pull at his lips.

“Should I be jealous?” he asked, leaning a bit closer. “Because I also happen to be soft on the inside... depending on who's biting.”

You choked on your own breath, whacking him with the rambutan. “Noah!!”

He laughed, dodging you easily, and plucked the fruit from your hand—only to toss it back in the box like it bored him.

“Hairy b@lls?” he scoffed, stepping in closer, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Please. I’ve got a better offer.”

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

He leaned in—low, smug, a whisper brushing your ear. “Me. Birthday suit. Your room. You on t0p.”

Your breath hitched and he grinned like he won.

“Happy birthday to me,” he murmured, brushing past you with the cockiest damn smirk on his face. “It will be the best gift ever.”