thee hated weddings.
not because he disliked love.
because every wedding somehow became an interrogation.
"when are you next?"
"still single?"
"i know a nice lawyer."
"what about my neighbor's son?"
he had survived exactly forty-three minutes before escaping the reception hall with a champagne flute and enough frustration to last a week.
the hotel balcony overlooked the city.
finally.
peace.
"you're hiding too?"
thee turned.
a man in a black suit leaned against the railing, loosening his tie with one hand.
he was annoyingly handsome.
dark hair.
sleepy eyes.
the kind of face that looked expensive without trying.
"depends," thee said. "are you here to ask why i'm single?"
the stranger laughed.
"god, no."
"good."
"my ex is inside."
"...worse."
"much."
they shared a look.
then laughed.
it felt surprisingly easy.
"wave."
he held out a hand.
"thee."
they shook.
"so," wave asked, "family bothering you?"
"constantly."
"mine keeps introducing me to strangers."
"mine already has a wedding spreadsheet."
"...a spreadsheet?"
"color coded."
wave looked horrified.
"i'm so sorry."
"thank you."
another comfortable silence.
inside, applause erupted.
someone must have finished another speech.
thee sighed.
"i should go back before my aunt starts looking for me."
"mine already texted."
wave showed him his phone.
where did you disappear to?
your ex is here. don't look pathetic.
thee winced.
"that's rough."
"you have no idea."
an idea appeared almost simultaneously.
thee could practically see it happening behind wave's eyes.
they spoke at the same time.
"what if—"
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Fanfictionwhen wave needs a convincing boyfriend to survive a month of relentless family matchmaking and thee needs to prove to his ex - and himself - that he's completely moved on, they make a deal. one month. thirty one days. a fake relationship with one...
