"Find me a husband"

"Find me a husband".

Baek-Hyun would do anything for his older sister, however, despite having a flock of women fawning over him outside of his offices, hasn't dated since founding the company. He had a "sweetheart" in highschool, a "fling" at college, but nothing more. He needed to enlist some help.

He scrolled through the employment match-making app, thinking about how they all looked the same. They all either had the same stoic expression or same forced smile. They wore the same old black suit, white shirt. They all had the same stiff posture. Except for one. His blonde hair messy even after being combed. His smile popping the dimples on his cheek. His blue shirt with the slightly lopsided collar. He matched.

───── ❝ what about him ❞ ─────

The boy with blonde hair. His hair was still messy. Up close, Baek-Hyun noticed his smile not only brought the dimples out of his cheeks like the sun after a burst of rain, but his face joyously creased around his eyes. He wore the same shirt, the collar still crooked. This anomaly was caused by the poor boy not noticing, repeatedly it seemed, that he had mis-buttoned his shirt.

He had also been minutes late. His brow light with sweat the evidence. Baek-Hyun found it endearing. He had watched the boy rushing through the doors, his words stumbling over themselves to the receptionist, and then glancing between the elevator and the stairs. He had chosen the elevator, bouncing on his heels as if that would work some magic in making it come down quicker. Whilst he waited and then made the steady climb up to his floor, Baek-Hyun had taken the stairs.

For some reason, despite all these flaws, he couldn't resist not hiring this boy. After all, he working for a publishing company specialising in romance novels, and this boy looked like the protagonist in helping to find his sister a husband.