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if the hand size saying stands for anything… 100%.

i believe in gyub's monster cock

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hyunjin: I give up. I am so tired.

jisung: Get the emergency supply!

minho: *carries jeongin and places him in front of hyunjin*

jeongin: *smiles*

hyunjin: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

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most down bad y/n i’ve ever come across 😂

big mts [smt x reader]

seok matthew x reader | 1.5k word count | crack

“hanbin sets you up with his friend, ‘big mts’”

contains: short!reader, no gendered terms for reader, suggestive tone (at the end), cursing, blind date theme, family friend!hanbin, mention of choking, brief appearance of jiwoong

“sung hanbin, i am not going out with a guy called ‘big mts’,”

you gave the raven haired man in front of you a deadpan look. his phone was in your hand, a text notification displayed on the screen. it said, “i’m almost there!” and the sender’s name was indeed ‘big mts’.

okay— sung hanbin was a thoughtful person. you had never doubted that. not when he listened to your rants about how stagnant your life was on top of every other bullshit you’ve thrown his way. he made it his mission to be your guardian angel even when you didn’t ask him too. just like how he sent you to a string of blind dates.

it began when you were talking about how there was nothing exciting happening to you for the nth time. you had been so passionate in your rant; your face was flushed. your hands were moving as you talked. hanbin had been moved but jiwoong, who sitting beside him, was the opposite. he simply looked so done.

“you know what you need? you need to get fucked.” jiwoong had declared as he leaned forward. he put his hand on top of yours. a faux serious expression was painted on his features. you stopped ranting, obviously shocked at his words.

“hey!” hanbin slapped jiwoong’s arm. they did a slight stare off while you simply giggled at their antics.

“but you know… he’s not wrong. maybe you need to meet more people! not the fucking. do not listen to jiwoong. you don’t need to be fucking everyone.” his brotherly instincts coming out. his voice was almost far away. hanbin looked at you, deep in thought. you could almost see the gears working in his brain.

that was one random day a few months ago and then the rest was history. it led you to a series of hang outs and dates. you didn’t know hanbin knew that many people. most of these meet ups didn’t end well. you wondered if hanbin just had an ad of you on craigslist (especially with a date with that one person who you were sure you saw getting dogpiled on twitter before).

so it led you to today. earlier, you were over at hanbin’s apartment unit which was a few doors down from yours. you went there under the pretense of hanging out with him. when he opened the door at you, he merely declared, “you look terrible. go change.”

he pushed you out and led you back to your unit. you look down at your sweats. is it not acceptable to be in comfortable clothes on chill days? you opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it, “you are going on a date!”

“not again!” you screamed.

you removed yourself from his hold and ran to your door. you were not going to lose a couple precious hours of your friday to go with a possible insufferable person you just met.

you felt victorious escaping hanbin. you sighed in relief as you put the key in your doorknob. the door opened with ease but before you could close it on hanbin, he caught up with you. he easily slid right in. oh, curse his long legs. you could only glare at him. the universe was unfair for giving him tall genes but skipped it on you.

hanbin called you by your full name and said, “you are going to change and go on this date. don’t you disappoint me.”

“do i have too? you know what happened the previous times. just give up.” you whined at him. seriously, you were convinced he was bored too, that's why he was trying to play cupid.

“go. change.” he told you as he placed his hand on your shoulders and directed you to your room. the both of you were really close, almost like siblings. you tried to be childish and put all your weight on your feet to stop you from moving. your attempts only failed.

“i swear, this time is different! he’s my friend. he’s really nice and adorable. you’d love him. he just came back from canada. that should be interesting enough for you. go talk about maple syrup or something.” you turned around and gave him a blank stare. 

“okay, maybe not maple syrup,” he backtracked, “but please, please. i showed my friend your photo already. he thought you were cute! if this doesn’t work out, i’ll lay off but he’s already on his way so you need to change!”

your eyes widened. this person thought you were cute? and already on his way? jesus, hanbin knew how to get you working. this person could be a freak but he did say you were cute. you knew hanbin could also be pulling things out his ass but hey, flattery works.

“fine. this is the last one.” you gave in. hanbin nodded excitedly. you went to your room to quickly change your outfit and prepare yourself. you wanted to exceed expectations. this was hanbin’s mysterious friend. you can’t afford to look stupid. plus, given the previous statistics, this could mean this would be your last blind date for a while. you weren’t hoping this would be it. you just wanted to get this over with. you didn’t think it was bad wanting to look good to celebrate the end of hanbin’s crazy project. an end of an era.

you looked at the mirror satisfied with your look. when you stepped out of your bedroom, hanbin wasn’t in your living room. his phone, however, was. it lit up signaling a message came in. you picked it up, scoffing at what you saw. he texted he was close by already but what got to you was the bold letters, ‘big mts’ that flashed on the screen above his message. you thought it sounded obnoxious. you didn’t want to be with someone obnoxious, even for a brief moment.

hanbin came out of the bathroom. before he could express approval at your outfit, you marched over at him and shoved his phone to his face. “wha-”

“sung hanbin, i am not going out with a guy called ‘big mts’. i draw the line here.”

he merely laughed at your words and at the look you sent his way. he knew you were going to give him another one of your rants.

you wiggled the phone in front of his face then you sucked in a deep breath before yapping, “he sounds repulsive. how could you be friends with him? what kind of nickname is that? who calls himself that? do you really want to send poor little me with a person who seems to be as ridiculous and egotistical as ‘big mts’? nevermind that he called me cute. are you even listening? stop laughing. i will call your mom.”

like a spirit drawn to the pleas of mortals, the doorbell rang interrupting your spiel. you sighed in defeat knowing ‘big mts’ is here. hanbin turned to walk over to your front door. you followed close behind him.

“seriously, hanbin, can’t we just ignore him? what kind of name is ‘big mts’?” you huffed as the doorbell rang again.

“you’ll see,” he cryptically replied. hanbin opened the door. he greeted his friend enthusiastically— “matthew!” —they hugged each other. when they pulled away from the hug, hanbin revealed someone who was not as repulsive as you thought.

you wish you could eat your words.

standing right there by your door was a man. he had a well bulked up build. a silver chain adorned his neck. his biceps were exposed by his sleeveless top. his chest stretching his shirt out. thoughts were racing in your head and none of them were pg rated. it wasn't your fault he had a very big... heart. you could only hope you didn’t look pathetic right now checking him out. you understood why he was ‘big mts’. you could see it with your own eyes. you wondered what else is big...

hanbin stifled a chuckle as he nudged you. well, shit, you probably did look pathetic right now.

“hi i’m matthew.” he said, looking at you with an amused smile. his adorable smile was a stark contrast to his body. holy fuck, you felt so shallow right now.

you looked down as he extended his hand at you. even his hands looked good. it would've looked even better if it was around your neck. (but what would be best if it was his biceps choking you.)

ah, you were about to cry. you were the freak, not him.

you grabbed his hand and shook it with no hesitation. you enjoyed his warm smooth skin. “you ready to go?” he asked after you shook hands.

“yes! i am! let’s go!” you replied with much eagerness that surprised all three of you. matthew nodded a goodbye to hanbin.

“jiwoong’s right,” you muttered to hanbin as you gave him a hug of thanks and farewell. hallelujah to the caring, determined (and nosy) sung hanbin for introducing you to his friend.

you gave a matthew a brief look, eyes moving over his handsome face and mouthwatering form, before whispering again to hanbin, “oh, i’m so going to fuck him.”

a/n: tgif! here's a silly little fic as dialogue practice because i truly feel my forte isn't with dialogues. i was actually writing another fic during my break earlier but then i decided to do this. when i remembered hanbin has matthew saved as big mts on his phone, it went downhill from that. i also didn't plan on posting this because i only wanted to put all my smut brainrot in this blog but then eh. sorry for my attempts at humour btw??? might do a part two if anyone wants???? smut???

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LITERALLY CACKLING

✷ zb1! if not the idols of your heart, what jobs would they be doing?

み this is just inspired by the in bloom lyrics for fun!!! 𓂃𓈒 zb1 ot9 ࿁ do not take it seriously please! › ‹゜

𖥔 zhang hao!

morning show news reporter.

he's up there at the ass crack of dawn at some random man's roof reporting to you live.

like why are you telling me that the morning has come boy??

also see him in the street doing personal interviews but it's always so invasive.

like "have you ever gotten hemmoroids? what are your thoughts on it?"

𖥔 kim jiwoong!

weather boy.

like why are you backing up zhang hao like has the flowers bloomed??

he's gonna tell us that's it's spring next.

it just makes sense because when he has to point somewhere north west in the map

he gets out his make shift cane like he's borrowed it off mr. grey

and he starts appealing his ass to the camera as much as possible.

the rating of morning show has been all time high!

𖥔 sung hanbin!

marriage matchmaker brand ambassador.

neither married nor dating but that's only because he has to lure in customers.

there's cutouts of him making a surprised face at a ring at every corner of seoul.

national "the kind of face that makes you want to get married." in korea.

𖥔 seok matthew!

chain restaurant owner.

but he's like at every goddamn establishment of his, running his mouth and working his ass off with the staff in the kitchen and the servers.

like he's using a hanky to wipe his sweat as closes a partnership deal with a multi millionaire company while serving chicken.

he literally only got big with the help of word of mouth.

like that's the power of a motormouth

𖥔 kim taerae!

strong feeling he should be a judge at rupaul's drag race.

like he literally started the whole sassy men trend idc

he'd get it.

but also he should have been a vine star turned singer either way because

i feel like he'd eat that "here's come hurricane katrina bitch" song.

𖥔 ricky!

jobless rich handsome senior.

literally don't see him working anything other than that god given face of his.

maybe a florist.

but the one that has like 30 staffs under him and only works as an influencer for his 30000 dollars a bouquet business.

like the most he'd do is post a picture on his instagram fixing the bow on his 300000000 dollar bouquet.

and it's always white roses.

𖥔 kim gyuvin!

works part time as a crane in a construction site.

not using the crane but as the crane.

had news paper from all over the globe coming to him like how do you do it?!?

gyuvin—"gotta utlise my height somehow."

also works part time as a break up guru.

i feel like he'd excel in it.

𖥔 park gunwook!

community service down the street with jongho.

he's at there helping grandmas cross the streets and singing and dancing and breaking fights.

breaking apples and showing off his strength.

like yes granny don't worry he'd braid both of yalls hair!

𖥔 han yujin!

i do not support minors working!

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simply him feeling happy and comfortable is all I need. He deserves the world ❤️

Han Jisung constantly being reduced to some lesser version of himself for struggles with anxiety/mental health, being rampantly feminized because he’s become 1/2 of the face of a popular ship within the fandom and consequently not fairly recognized for the sheer individual GENIUS he is; finally making a personal instagram and casually posting all the song covers he wants to, getting 3 tattoos in one session just because he can. Trusting us enough to share what the tattoos are on a fancall- sharing little tidbits of his personal life when he’s ready, and keeping things sacred to him when he’s still able to. Seeing him have this autonomy over himself and embrace the creative person he is and always has been is so, so refreshing. Maybe we’ll never know him beyond a killer instagram song cover, we’ll never see his baby photos or perhaps even bear witness to his first few tattoos. But we do know he cried 3 times watching the movie “Up”. And the little glimpses we get into his personality and his artistic vision as he walks this fine line between privacy and rawness as an idol are nothing short of endearing. I don’t know what was in those contract renegotiations, but he’s never seemed more like himself.

Han Jisung my multi-faceted muse. Do whatever you want if it means you’ll always be this fulfilled

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-and join us on StationHead to boost streams for Chk Chk Boom !! We’re trying to help SKZ beat a world record that they’ll never have the chance to beat again if we let them down this week- but our competition is strong. -Any help is appreciated !!

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On most voting apps, you have to collect hearts or voting units that are used to vote with, and it needs to be collected overtime. Some do have options to purchase these voting units but as long as all STAYs collect and do their best to meet the goals per account bases suggested then together we can ensure we dominate voting during a comeback. You can collect these voting units by watching ads, doing tasks, answering quizzes, etc.

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Idolchamp is the app used for pre-voting on MBC M SHOW CHAMPION and other polls that helps in the promotion of Stray Kids.

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Mubeat is the app used for pre-voting and live voting on MUSIC CORE also other polls that helps in the promotion of Stray Kids

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MUBEAT is used for pre-Voting and LIVE Voting for SHOW! MUSIC CORE. Multiple accounts per device are allowed. There are restrictions on how many ads each device can watch every 24 hours, watch all ads on 5 accounts per device.

‼️ LIVE VOTING for Music Core 

Limited per account to 5 Live Voting tickets which cost 30 Beats per ticket (150 Beats for 5 tickets) and are Non-refundable so wait to exchange Beats for Live tickets till bases make announcements to exchange.

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SUPERSTARX is used for live voting for INKIGAYO as well as the HOT Stage poll after each week's broadcast!

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SUPERSTARX is used for LIVE VOTING on INKIGAYO as well as the weekly HOT STAGE voting. Multiple accounts can be created and used.

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MNET+ is use for Pre-Voting & LIVE Voting on MCOUNTDOWN. Accounts are limited to 1 vote per Device per Day for Pre-Voting (3 Days) & 1 Vote per Device during the LIVE Voting.

Account creation & voting is now Device Locked meaning you can only vote with 1 account per device. Which means we need every STAY with at least 1 account. The more accounts STAYs have the more votes because the GAP MATTERS; we need 1st place with a large gap for the highest amount of points possible. Be sure to log in to your MNET accounts; be sure they are still active and/or create new accounts if you do not have any.

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DIGGUS is used for pre-voting for ISTAYs only for INKIGAYO!

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Diggus is use for ISTAYS pre-voting on INKIGAYO. Accounts are limited to 1 vote per day for Pre-Voting (5 Days)

The more accounts STAYs have the more votes because the GAP MATTERS; we need 1st place with a large gap for the highest amount of points possible. Account creation & voting is NOT restricted & it is unlimited.

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𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

Due to only being GA barrier, I could only really get photos of the screens, so I’m sorry about low quality + lack of individuality !!

I really wish I could go back in time and be there again, it was such a great time and I met so many amazing people. A dream come true on so many levels.

@yuqisbackupdancer @moonlightndaydreams

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𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

Due to only being GA barrier, I could only really get photos of the screens, so I’m sorry about low quality + lack of individuality !!

I really wish I could go back in time and be there again, it was such a great time and I met so many amazing people. A dream come true on so many levels.

@yuqisbackupdancer @moonlightndaydreams

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CHK CHK BOOM GOT ME PULLING MY HAIR ROLLING ON THE FLOOR PUNCHING WALLS CRYING AND RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES CUZ THEY FRICKEN ATE THAT FR

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Changbin (and Hyunjin) at BST Hyde Park London on 240714 via staceys_room, here and here

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take me back thereeee

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I WANT TO GO BACK. I MISS HIM AND THE REST OF THEM SO BADLY

HAN at BST HYDE PARK / 240714 (cr. ohmysweetsuga)

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HAN at BST HYDE PARK / 240714 (cr. ohmysweetsuga)

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Christopher Bahng every 3 business days: so anyway, I'm naked in my bed and the millions of horny people who pay four (4) United States dollars every month to get my content are probably not thinking about me specifically right now, so I better remind them.

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“It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳”

Naur way omg-

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❀ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

| PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | …

Pairing: Shen Ricky x Kim Gyuvin (shimkongz) M/M Synopsis: Rich Boy! Ricky’s mother gives him three months to find a suitable fiancé, or else she’ll marry him off to someone of her choosing, and Ricky just so happens upon the love of his life - Barista! Kim Gyuvin - in the most average and unassuming little coffee shop he’d ever seen. Warnings: this part contains no smut, but future parts will. Because of this MDNI. Words: 1925. Genre: Arranged marriage AU , mostly fluff , eventual smut. Fandom: Zerobaseone / Zerose

AUTHORS NOTE: To preface, this story is far from a masterpiece. It’s purely an outlet to spill some of my little Shimkongz head-thoughts, because they are truly adorable. - If you’re here for filth smut, then please be patient. It’ll come in due time, don’t you worry, but this is a slow burn so buckle up.

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If Ricky were to ever confide in someone as to how unsatisfied and unhappy he felt with his life, he was certain they’d laugh in his face.

Ricky… the kind, intelligent, handsome and talented Shen Ricky? 

Ricky, who never had a single hair out of place, always knew exactly what to say in any situation, and could have anything he could ever wish for with little more than a smile? 

If he of all people were to say anything of his growing stress and unhappiness, he’d be shot down in a heartbeat. Told he was ungrateful, spoiled and ignorant.

But no. If only they could see behind the veil of perfection that followed him wherever he went. 

Ricky wasn’t the flawless man he seemed to be. Whilst- yes, he was blessed as some would say- he was barely keeping himself afloat amidst the expectations and pressure that society was constantly bearing down upon him. 

And this could not be more apparent to him as in that moment, perched on the edge of one of his mother’s many expensive couches, all but fighting for his right to freedom.

Now, this may seem melodramatic as an opening statement, but the context of the situation provides for little more that can be truthly said besides this accurate, whilst seemingly exaggeratory, explanation.

Ricky’s mother had been on his back relentlessly for the past few months about her wish to marry him off. Constantly trying to set him up on dates, introducing him to countless “eligible” partners, never giving him a chance to breathe.

The poor boy couldn’t even engage in the most mundane of conversations with her without his mother subtly dropping comments of endorsement regarding countless women he had never even met, let alone felt romantically inclined towards.

Afterall, what good is it attempting to get him to establish a romantic relationship between himself and someone who knew nothing about him. And, no. His family’s wealth was not a factor of awareness that could be attributed towards knowing him.

Ricky had never felt even slightly inclined to pursue intimate relationships with anyone he’d met in his lifetime thus far, the closest he’d ever come to that would be his very occasional hook-ups… but those couldn’t be considered as anything more than “no strings attached” encounters with no purpose besides fulfilling his own sexual needs, and he took no price in them whatsoever.

But that’s not to say that he had never felt that unmistakable tug on his heart whenever he settled down to watch one of his favourite romance dramas… no. Not at all.

He’d be lying if he tried to imply that he didn’t often like to entertain the thought of finding someone to call his own, but the simple fact in his life that he’d more than come to terms with waa that the right person for him did not exist- or at least not within the bubble of wealth and class that his status constrained him to exist within.

The people Ricky met were always predictable- their attempts to get close to him being pathetically obvious in that they were driven by little more than the contents of his bank account.

Not once had anyone who was supposedly “interested” in Ricky ever done as much as ask him about his favourite food.

And, whilst a wish to be inquired about something as trivial as his favourite food may seem pathetic and pitiful, you’d be shocked by how much weight that sort of question holds after becoming so used to answering nothing but shallow-rooted small talk.

So, sure. Those people may very well be “interested” , but were they interested in the beautifully small things that made Ricky the man he was? The strawberries that made him smile in bliss when their juice filled his mouth? His hobbies? His anything? 

No. 

They were never truly interested in Ricky, but in whatever bells and whistles came with his name.

These are exactly the sorts of reasons that he’s been trying in vain to get his mother to understand.

It just seemed that no amount of refuting her endless harassment could make her understand just how unhappy Ricky would become if he agreed to sell himself away in a marriage.

“Mā, will you please just listen to me for once?” Fingers grasped harshly in his hair, body stiff and teeth gritted- Ricky figured that one last push couldn’t hurt when he was already crushed at rock-bottom.

Clearly, his raised and frustrated tone was enough to cause what he could only hope was a flash of softening across his mother’s gaze from where she sat comfortably within the plush upholstery of a crème chaise-lounge, and he cautiously took it as a sign to continue. “What will it take to get you to understand that this isn’t what I want? You know I care about our family, but you also fully well know that I can keep us together just fine without marrying. All that getting engaged would do is make me depressed and you know it.” It took all his strength to maintain an ounce of respect as he directed his words in her direction, but truly his patience was running out; in that moment, there was nothing Ricky wanted more than to get up and leave, drive away and never return.

“Quanrui … you know this ideal is bigger than you, right?” His mother spoke with far too much softness for what she was implying- far too affectionate of a smile on her face to be suggesting that Ricky had no say in the course of his own life. “It’s not just your life that this matter regards, but mine, too… your little sister’s. You know that we don’t possess the same talent for business that you do, and our family unit is far too small to rely solely on you to keep food on the table. Your sister is too young, and I’m too old. If you choose to put us at risk by not engaging with someone who may not only be your life partner, but your business partner… my dear, Quanrui. I don’t know how we’d cope.”

Deep down, Ricky knew that his mother’s reproach was nothing less than an underhanded attempt at manipulating him; their fortune was far from enough to keep them afloat even if Ricky stopped working all together, and his mother’s fashion line was so stable that the income it brought in couldn’t be disrupted even if they tried… but the mention of his younger sister cut deep.

He would do anything to ensure that her smile would never fade, anything to look after her, to keep her happy. In the society of duplicitous and two-faced sociopaths that Ricky had grown up in, his younger sister served as one of very few reminders that there is still hope for the world. She was sunshine and innocence incarnate, always seeing the best in people… and Ricky would rather die than see her suffer.

But even the reminder of his sister couldn’t quench Ricky’s growing anger entirely. 

Who had given his mother the right to control his life like this? Did she not care for his well being one bit?

The thought was infuriating, but he knew there was no room for altercation when it came to his mother; she was far more likely to physically drag him into the marriage office than be convinced to leave him be. 

Which left him three options:

-One, illegally leave the country and forge a fake identity.

-Two, give in and just get married to one of the women on his mother’s very long list of eligible bachelorettes.

-Three ( and he’d felt as if a lightbulb had lit up above his head when he thought of this one), engage in an ultimatum.

“Mā, I understand. But… please. Just give me some time. I’ll find a fiancé by myself. Just.. if this is going to happen, I at least want it to feel natural.” He put on his meekest, most respectful voice and subtly batted his eyes- just praying that she’d at least agree to this.

It felt like the best compromise for this situation; he’d try as hard as possible to find someone that he actually felt comfortable with, someone who saw him for who he was, and if that meant just making a friend who was willing to get married to him for the sake of the situation, then so be it.

But deep down … Ricky also found himself hoping that maybe this would be his chance to find someone genuine. Maybe if he socialised in settings that weren’t high-class-exclusive, then he could find someone who could truly care for him, and that he could truly care for too.

The wait for a response from Ricky’s mother felt impossibly long. 

It seemed that every time she’d appeared to be about to say something, she’d immediately shut her mouth. 

But eventually, with Ricky having put on his best “I’m about to cry, but it’s your choice” face (reserved for desperate measures), it seemed that her resolve had begun to crack.

“Alright,” she caved, “I’ll give you three months. But if you haven’t found someone eligible by then, I’ll be arranging it for you.”

Ricky felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over him and all but jumped out of his seat to place a chaste kiss on top of his mother’s head.

“Thank you, Mā.”

Sure, three months to find the person he’d be spending the entirety of his remaining days on earth with was far from ideal, but it was easily the best outcome possible.

Ricky could only hope that the person he’d find would be different from everyone else.

He turned to leave his mother’s living room, intent on getting a head start on his new “mission to find love” (as one may say), when said woman called out to him with fake innocence, “But, Quanrui. Your fiancé… I have some requirements for who they can be.” 

Ricky stilled his step, what was she planning?

“First, they have to be a potential business partner; they need to have a steady income. That’s not too hard- right, Quanrui? But second…

She must be a woman.”

His heart sunk, that bitch.

“I don’t know what goes on inside that head of yours, but I’m not even close to oblivious enough to be ignorant of the way you look at men. We can’t have you ruining our family’s reputation, now can we?”

To be fair, Ricky probably should’ve expected that. But he couldn’t fight the way his blood boiled as the words left her lips.

How childish was she??

He figured it was probably safer to just walk out at that, and that he did.

So what if his future fiancé was a man? Considering the nature of the agreement, the first requirement seemed understandable. But for her to tell him he couldn’t be with someone of his preferred sex?? That was a line that she did not have the right to cross, and one of the many things that Ricky had been hoping to avoid when he established the deal.

What era was she living in, anyway?

So, angrily clutching his wheel as he drove back home to his apartment building, Ricky swore then and there that he’d prove her wrong.

He’d find someone who was not only a good marriage partner in his mother's eyes, but someone who also made him happy- and if that meant breaking his mother’s second requirement, then so be it.

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