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Eunho’s phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. He didn’t have to look to know it was his mother.
Have you thought about the matchmaker I mentioned?
She’s the daughter of my friend’s cousin. Very pretty. Loves classical music!
Eunho. Answer me.
He groaned, dropping his head against the back of his studio chair.
The track he’d been working on for hours blurred into meaningless noise. Love songs. Always love songs. Easy to write, impossible to live.
He clicked Save, shut down his screen, and grabbed his coat.
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An hour later, he found himself in their usual bar, hunched over a half-empty glass of whiskey. Across from him, Bamby slumped in dramatic despair, nursing a mojito like it had betrayed him.
“I told my mom I’m too busy to date,” Bamby said. “She said, ‘Maybe if you stopped spending every weekend with Eunho, someone would marry you.’ The nerve.”
Eunho snorted into his drink. “She said the same thing last Chuseok. Remember? Your mom and mine practically conspired to seat us together.”
“They made us hold hands for a photo!”
“Your grandma made us bless the food together.”
There was a moment of silence. Then they both burst out laughing, the kind of laugh that only comes after years of friendship.
Eunho wiped a tear, still chuckling. “You know, at this point, I might just marry you. It’d shut everyone up.”
Bamby paused. Then, with the dry sarcasm only he could pull off while sipping whiskey, said, “Why don’t we? Just marry each other and be done with it.”
There was a pause. Eunho's eyes lit up.
“Okay.”
Bamby raised a brow. “What?”
“I said okay. Let’s do it. I mean, you’re clean, talented, weirdly charming when you’re not ignoring texts. I could do worse.”
Bamby chuckled, thinking it was all a joke. “Right. We’ll send out save-the-dates tomorrow.”
“Already on it,” Eunho said, pulling out his phone.
Bamby waved him off, still laughing.
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He woke up the next morning to seven missed calls—three from his mom, two from Eunho's, and one from his dad (which never happened unless someone was dead or getting married).
And a single text from Eunho:
We’re officially engaged. You're welcome.
Bamby sat bolt upright.
“Wait. What?!”