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Baekhyun stared at the fancy gold-embossed envelope like it had personally insulted him.
“What is this?” he asked the universe. The universe, unbothered, sent a pigeon to poop nearby his window.
He opened the envelope. Read the first line. Blinked.
→ “To my dearest grand-nephew, Byun Baekhyun (even though we have never met),
Congratulations! You’ve been chosen as the inheritor of my estate, which includes — but is not limited to — my villa and that includes koi ponds, collections of antique teapots, and 3.8 billion won.”
Baekhyun dropped the letter in disbelief, “What!?”
Kyungsoo, sitting across the table in a hoodie, eating yogurt like a Victorian ghost, looked up. “You okay?” He asked.
“Okay?” Baekhyun wheezed. “I might be rich, Kyungsoo! Like, villain origin story rich.”
Kyungsoo arched his brow, “There’s gotta be a catch in that.”
Baekhyun shot him a nasty look, picked the letter back up, muttering under his breath something sounding like there better not
→ “To receive your inheritance, you must be legally married for at least 30 consecutive days. No loopholes. No fake paperwork. A real ceremony. A real spouse. And at least one wedding photo featuring a cake.”
“Right… Of course… Of course there's a catch!” Baekhyun screeched. “There’s always a catch. I don’t even know any single people who will actually agree to this sudden insanity — like where do you expect me to look for a spouse in a short time? I have not dated anyone officially for years.”
“Marry me then,” Kyungsoo said, still with his unfazed expression while still eating his yogurt.
Baekhyun choked a “What?”
Kyungsoo shrugged. “You need a partner. I need a reason to never be dragged to my family's “searching for soulmate for the lost soul” of my family gatherings again. Seems like a win-win situation for me.”
Baekhyun narrowed his eyes. “You’re not serious.”
Kyungsoo hums as he takes another spoonful of yogurt. “Try me.”
“I’m not desperate enough to have this but, 3.8 billion and a villa—
“Koi ponds and antique pots. Don't forget that,” Kyungsoo added as he scooped another yet spoonful of yogurt into his mouth.
Baekhyun roll his eyes, “Yeah whatever, but anyway, It's tempting enough but–”
“Forty percent cut.”
“... thirty-five.”
“Thirty and I get the best side of the bed and good pillow.”
Baekhyun paused. “Thirty and you can pick the cake and have the koi ponds and antique pots.”
Kyungsoo smirked. “Deal.”
Baekhyun think this is a craziest thing he ever agreed to do
Baekhyun really hadn’t expected to be planning a wedding with his emotionally unbothered, hoodie-wearing roommate. And yet here they were, in front of an overenthusiastic wedding planner named Jimin, who thought they were “whimsically opposites” and had birthed a Pinterest board titled Minimal Chaos, Maximum Love.
“You two have amazing chemistry,” He cooed. “You’re lucky to have each other.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to explain, but Kyungsoo beat him to it.
“People had told before, but thank you,” Kyungsoo said, reaching over to fix Baekhyun’s bangs aside, tucking his hairs behind his ears. “He drives me insane, but I like watching him panic. It’s charming.”
Baekhyun didn't understand what Kyungsoo meant by that but he also forgot what air was like so maybe it's just him.
Later that night, Baekhyun stood in the kitchen, staring into a mug of lukewarm tea. Kyungsoo walked in, hair messy, sleepy-eyed, utterly infuriating in his domestic calm soon to be husband realm.
“This is going to be fine,” Kyungsoo said, like they were discussing some laundry misshaped and totally not getting married in ten days.
“Define fine,” Baekhyun muttered.
“You get the money. I get peace. We pretend for the money, koi ponds and antique pots. No big deal.”
“Right, but you forgot villa.” Baekhyun mumbled, eyes darting to Kyungsoo’s still sleepy face, “But sure, no big deal at all." He mock.
And yet, when Kyungsoo casually said, “Ah, don’t forget, we need to practice our kiss for the photo.” Baekhyun’s brain short-circuited, he spilled the tea on the counter.