The last one

“For God’s sake, Y/N, this is the tenth time you’ve rejected a man with the same ridiculous reason—that he doesn’t like you having a male best friend!”

Your mom’s voice echoed from the kitchen, delivering a familiar lecture. Just two days ago, you had turned down another blind date because the guy couldn’t accept your best friend—a completely impossible compromise considering the crackhead of a bestie you had in your life.

“You’re getting old alrea—”

She stopped mid-sentence, gasping dramatically as she stepped out from the kitchen and caught sight of you curled up like a koala on your dad, who was casually feeding you your favorite popcorn, completely unbothered by your mom’s words.

“You two will never change in this life,” she huffed, making you sigh as she stomped back into the kitchen like a sulking kid.

You followed her, wrapping your arms around her in a back hug while your dad took a front-row seat to enjoy the drama.

“Leave me alone. You two never take me seriously,” your mom mumbled, trying to act annoyed, but softening instantly when you started to speak.

“Mom~ I’m just waiting for the right guy. Someone who understands me and cares for me the way you and dad care for each other.”

The room went silent, giving you space to continue.

“I’m not even asking for perfection. I just want someone who lets me be myself, someone I’m comfortable around—someone who can understand how I feel just by looking into my eyes.”

A bit dreamy, huh? You thought, still hugging your mom.

Your dad’s face lit up with a smile full of adoration. The quiet was peaceful, until he broke it with excitement.

“I have a guy in mind!”

That excitement died quickly when your mom shot him a glare. “Only after me,” she said dramatically, pulling something from her apron pocket—it was a photo.

You sighed, already knowing what this meant. Your mom noticed and gently added, “This will be the last one, Y/N. I won’t force you again if he’s not meant for you. But this time... I have a strong feeling. He might just be your Mr. Right.”

You glanced at your dad, who gave you a silent it’s okay, just try nod. You looked back at your mom and gave a small nod.

She squealed in happiness.

“And you know what? He even plays those games on the computer, just like my baby!” she clapped with excitement.

TIME SKIP

Stepping out of a hot shower, you groaned at the sight of your wardrobe. What do I even wear for this so-called blind date?

Grabbing your phone, you dialed quickly. The moment the call connected, you yelled:

“YAH! IDIOT! Why didn’t you call me all morning?!”

The person on the other end quickly pulled the phone away from his ear.

“I thought you’d be tired after all your back-to-back dates lately,” he replied calmly, switching to his Bluetooth speaker in his spacious room.

“AHH! I am tired of this crap. But mom won’t stop.”

“Okay, okay. What happened this time?” he asked, changing the topic.

“I need you to pick my outfit. Come on, switch to video,” you demanded.

He did, but— “YAH! How many times have I told you not to call me when you’re just in a towel!” he scolded with his eyes shut.

You rolled your eyes and pointed the camera at your wardrobe.

“By the way, what’s the dress for?” he asked.

“That thing again,” you replied.

“Again?”

“Mom swore this would be the last.”

He chuckled and helped you choose a dress.

As you began doing your makeup, still on video call with him, you asked, “So, what were you up to today?”

“Me? Just finished a one-hour live and wrapped it up,” he said, flopping onto his mattress.

“By the way, when are you coming back to our country?” you asked softly, and just like that, the mood shifted.

The memory of saying goodbye at the airport three years ago hit you both hard—your tear-streaked face, your arms wrapped around him, not wanting to let go.

Your eyes glossed over.

“Ayaa... I’ll come back soon, Y/Niee. Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup, and your blind date might run away,” he teased gently, trying to lift the mood.

You chuckled, and he smiled at the sound.

“I’ll be waiting for your call. Now go—he’s probably already waiting, all desperate and stuff.”

You laughed again, waved goodbye, and left to meet your blind date.

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