"Yes!! But that's my mother! What can I do?" Kim Jong Dae looked desperate, "Help me think of a solution quickly"
Park Chanyeol thought for a while and slowly said, "I have a way..."
"Tell me now!"
"Find a fake girlfriend"
"Oh my god! You are the best! Thank you."
"You're welcome"
The two clinked their glasses and drank the champagne in one gulp.
The next morning at around ten o'clock, Baekhyun woke up and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, only then did he realize that he was no longer in Korea.
When I got up, washed up and went downstairs to eat, I heard someone's cry.
"What should I do? I can't find anyone willing to help me!"
"It's your fault that you just play games at home every day and don't interact with others. You deserve that no one is willing to help you." Park Chanyeol said bluntly.
"Is there any friend like you? Not only do you not help me, but you also mock me." Kim Jong Dae pretended to cry.
However, Kim Jong Dae knew that Chanyeol was actually very loyal. When he was planning to open a game store, it was Chanyeol who helped him find a store and lent him some money. Otherwise, he would not know where he would be wandering now.
"So what should I do now... I..." Kim Jong Dae looked at Byun Baekhyun coming down from upstairs. He was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, black glasses, and black and white striped slippers. He was thin and small, with a fair and clean face that was so comfortable that people couldn't help but want to kiss him. Besides, if he could let his mother know that he liked boys, wouldn't that eliminate the problem forever? "...I have an idea!"
Looking at Kim Jong Dae's eyes, Park Chanyeol didn't understand his old friend's thoughts, so he said, "He is a new resident, Bian Baekhyun, Korean." After thinking for a moment, he added, "He is a troublemaker."
“Thanks, my friend~”
Kim Jong Dae walked forward and extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Kim Jong Dae."
"Hello, my name is Byun Baekhyun." Byun Baekhyun gave a standard smile and shook hands.
"I'm the owner of the game store across the street. Come play with me when you're free."
"Okay, thank you." Byun Baekhyun gave a standard smile.
"We are all Korean. We should always take care of each other in a foreign country. You're welcome, hahahahahahaha."
Byun Boxian always felt that there was something else behind Kim Jong-dae's words, but he didn't want to ask directly.
"Um... Baekhyun, can you do me a favor? I know it's abrupt, but I think you can do it. Don't worry, I'll pay you. I have arcade games and other things, so I won't let you work for nothing..."
Byun Baekhyun felt that Kim Jong Dae was looking for a waiter, so he said, "Tell me, if I can help you, I will definitely help you."
"Really?! Thank you, Baekhyun! You're so kind! We'll be brothers from now on!"
"Well, tell me what you need first." I haven't agreed yet...Bian Baekhyun felt like he was being cheated.
A few minutes later, Kim Jong Dae looked at Byun Baekhyun, who was at a loss and felt hopeless. He hugged Byun Baekhyun and cried, "I know that even if you can't help me, I understand you. It's okay. The worst that can happen is that you marry a woman I don't love and suffer for the rest of your life..."
Byun Baekhyun felt like he'd be missing out if he refused... But choosing someone he'd only known for a few minutes as a boyfriend was too hasty! And he wasn't gay! But seeing how desperate Kim Jongdae was, with such a desperate look on his face, and with nothing to lose, he could get a game console, so why not?
"Okay... I'll be your boyfriend... but it'll be over as soon as we're done!"
Kim Jong Dae stopped crying instantly, holding Bian Baekhyun's hand and thanking him non-stop, saying that he would notify him as soon as a new game was released and give him a game console as a gift. He also decided to invite him to dinner tonight to discuss the details.
After Kim Jong Dae left, Park Chanyeol said, "My warm-hearted boyfriend Kim Jong Dae, have you forgotten something?"
"Huh? What?"
Park Chanyeol didn't beat around the bush: "Accommodation fee."
"Oh! Okay!" Byun Baekhyun searched the back pocket of his jeans, his face becoming more and more embarrassed.