There are a lot of things that Jongdae could have been doing on a Saturday, most of which involve Joonmyun and sleeping in until his boyfriend tickles him out of bed at one in the afternoon. Sitting in a coffee shop at an ungodly hour with two boxes full of paper samples generally ranks low on his list, but here he is rubbing the sleep out of his eyes at eight in the morning anyway, extra large Tom N Toms coffee fogging up his glasses because he couldn't be bothered to put in his contacts.

The cafe door opens and Jongdae looks up, waving tiredly as Soojung rushes towards his table with an apologetic look on her face.

"I am so sorry to have dragged you here this early," she says, settling into the chair across from him. Soojung looks very pretty despite being out of breath, he notes, cheeks flushed from the chill and eyes bright. "My mom gave me a really hard time about the invitations last night and I can't put it off until much later."

"It's fine," Jongdae says, rifling through one of his boxes. "Did she not like the heavy set ivory?"

Soojung bites her lip. "She said it was too old-fashioned. Is there any way we can make it more youthful?"

Jongdae frowns, pulling out a couple of samples. "We could do a dove gray," he suggests. "Maybe a vellum insert for the details, and then die cut some fleur de lis near the crease."

Soojung examines the paper carefully. "It sounds pricey."

"I could talk with my printer," Jongdae says, rubbing at his temples. "Kibum still owes me a favor, maybe I could get him to lower the price for you."

"Could you really?" Soojung's smile is wide and delighted, and even though it's unnaturally early, Jongdae can't help but feel a little bit pleased with himself.

He laughs. "As long as we haven't printed them yet, anything's possible."

Soojung reaches across the table to twine their hands together, beaming. "You're ridiculous, Jongdae. I don't know how I'll get through this wedding without you."

Jongdae smiles back at her. "Chanyeol is my best friend, Soojung. I have an obligation to make sure your wedding is perfect, even if I have to pay out of my own pocket."

"You're a good guy," she says, squeezing his palms tight. "You deserve your own happy ending too."

Jongdae's face floods with heat, and he hurriedly pulls his hands out from her grip, clearing his throat, and Soojung's face falls.

"Sorry," she says quickly, her cheeks reddening, "I forgot that you don't—"

"It's okay," Jongdae says, but he's not looking at her as he packs his samples, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Soojung is still biting her lip in embarrassment, and so he takes a breath and offers her a looser smile.

"Maybe one day," he tells her in a gentler voice, and is relieved when she finally cracks a smile. "For now, let's just focus on making your mother happy."

What Jongdae doesn't want to admit is that he might have been imagining Joonmyun in a white tuxedo or matching wedding bands on their fingers. Getting married is something he's thought about so many times that he knows it's better to file it away rather than deal with the implications of commitment. Jongdae's planned maybe a dozen or so weddings, but it's enough for him to question if it's something worth all the stress and drama.

When he gets home an hour later and Joonmyun is making breakfast in his pajamas, Jongdae fights to push that thought down again. Joonmyun's hair is sticking up in the back, looking two coffee cups short of awake. It's adorable.

"So you'll drag yourself out of bed for your best friend's fiancée, but not my world-famous pancakes," Joonmyun jokes, and his tone is light but the words cut straight through to Jongdae’s ribcage anyway like guilt he shouldn’t be carrying.

“It’s my job,” Jongdae mumbles, sinking into a chair. “Soojung is my client.”

Joonmyun makes a quiet noise of dissent, and he turns around, placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. They’re slightly burnt, just the way Jongdae likes them, and Joonmyun's hand squeezes gently at his shoulder. “I know,” he says softly.

♦

When Jongdae was fourteen, his mother had come into the room that he shared with his brother and told him quietly to pack his things. That had been the breaking point, the result of almost a year of late nights in which he'd crouched by the wall outside his parents' room and listen to them scream their voices raw.

Even now, Jongdae couldn't say that he'd been entirely caught off guard, but part of him never forgot the look on his father's face when his mother had taken him and his brother by the hand and left behind their life in Siheung for his grandparents' house in Seoul on the other side of the river. The legal proceedings had taken about five months, their mother leaving him for days at a time to appear in court and leaving Jongdeok to figure out what they would do about Jongdae's school.

That had been over ten years ago, but Jongdae still remembers every excruciating detail, every fight and argument that lay blows to his ears, every new wrinkle along his mother's eyes. Jongdae would never forget how lost his father looked, so helpless and defeated as his wife and children were being taken from him, and decided then and there that he never wanted to do that to anyone, ever.

Jongdae's father had stopped sending Christmas presents after Jongdae had graduated high school, and now the only contact he has with his father is the birthday card he receives every year with a fifty thousand won note tucked inside.

He tries not to pin the blame on either of them. Jongdae knows that these things happen, but he'd never imagined them happening to him. Jongdae thinks back to when his parents were still happy, when their father would come home from work with daisies and tickle her until she shrieked and swatted him away. He thinks back to the time he'd come out to both of them in the beginning of middle school, and how they'd merely linked their hands together and said that they'd still love him no matter what.

Jongdae thinks back and wonders, more than he'd like to admit, how things would have been different if the divorce had never happened.

He wonders what had gone wrong.

♦

Joonmyun's grading papers when he walks in the door, tufts of his hair sticking up in the back and term essays strewn all over the table. It's cute.

"How long have you been at that?" Jongdae asks, toeing off his shoes and walking over to rub at his shoulders.

Joonmyun sighs and leans back into his touch. "All morning," he says. "And I still have about half of them left."

"Mmm." Jongdae's more concerned with siding his palms down Joonmyun's chest. His skin is warm underneath his shirt, and Jongdae ducks to drop a kiss onto his shoulder.

"Jongdae," Joonmyun's voice is half warning, half exasperation. "I have work to do."

"Come on Joonmyun," There's a bit of whine to his words, but Jongdae's always been a little bit shameless when it comes to Joonmyun. He's had a long day and the only thing he wants to do is to get his boyfriend into their bed. "You've been working for five hours already, take a break with me."

"Why do I feel like your idea of a break is way different form what I'm imagining," Joonmyun huffs, but he's not moving away from Jongdae's hands or the kisses he's pressing into his neck, cheeks, eyelids. Jongdae laughs softly, coming around to plant himself in Joonmyun's lap. Jongdae's lips find his in a sweet kiss.

"Whatever are you talking about," he says cheekily, pulling away. "I just want to cuddle with my boyfriend." Joonmyun raises an eyebrow at him and Jongdae smirks. "Okay, maybe a little more than that."

Joonmyun snorts before guiding their mouths together again, his arms going around Jongdae's waist to palm his lower back. His lips open easily when Jongdae prods with his tongue and he licks eagerly into his mouth with a soft sigh. Joonmyun tastes like coffee and creamer—sweet and dark and bitter and all the things he loves—and Jongdae whines into his mouth because the need to jump his bones right there is quickly overwhelming all other concerns for decency. Namely, not having sex on top of Joonmyun's students' essays.

"Joonmyun," he murmurs against his lips, rolling his hips down pointedly.

Joonmyun's hands tighten around his waist, urging him off his lap. "Bedroom," he says, voice husky.

Jongdae doesn't need telling twice.

♦

There are three unread messages on Jongdae's phone by the time he wakes up. It's nearly noon, and he rolls over sleepily to flick through his inbox.

From Baekhyun:

hey asshole when do u want me to come over to get the bow ties

From Joonmyun:

What do you want for dinner? ♡

From Lu Han:

england was great!! we should get lunch soon (*≧∇≦*)

Jongdae snorts before replying to Lu Han's first (i'm free next week, let's grab food yeah?) and then Joonmyun's (just u ;) jk jk whatever sounds good). He rolls out of bed to pad into their living room, where a small box lies on their kitchen table.

As Chanyeol's best man, Jongdae would have normally been the one in charge of distributing the bow ties to the rest of the groomsmen, but considering that he was planning the entire wedding already, he'd manage to cajole Baekhyun into doing it for him.

come by in half an hour. lmk when youre here, he texts to Baekhyun, who responds five seconds later with an emoji flipping him off. Jongdae rolls his eyes.

He's in the middle of making coffee when their door unlocks and Joonmyun stumbles through it, looking flustered.

"Forgot my attendance sheet," he says breathlessly when Jongdae raises an eyebrow at him.

"You don't even have section until two, what's the rush?"

Joonmyun shakes his head. "I was trying to fix the log beforehand, but I guess I can't now." He nods over at the box. "What's this?"

Jongdae wanders over to finger his collar. "Bow ties," he says distractedly, smoothing over the creases in his jacket. "For the groomsmen."

"Ah." Joonmyun's grinning now. His hands come up to cover Jongdae's, linking their fingers together. "So you all can look stuffy and constipated together."

"I think you meant suave and handsome," Jongdae smirks, squeezing his palms. "But I'll forgive your mistake."

Joonmyun shakes his head, smiling fondly, and Jongdae kisses him. It's nice because he can't remember the last time they've been like this—slow, casual, unhurried. Just the two of them alone, just the soft, firm press of their mouths, just Joonmyun's hands warm on his waist. Jongdae hums happily, arms looping around Joonmyun's neck, and sucks gently on his bottom lip.

"You fucking lovebirds," says a disgusted voice, and Joonmyun pulls away with a small surprised sound.

Baekhyun's standing in their doorway looking entirely scandalized, one hand poised on the doorknob and the other holding his phone. "Un-fucking-believable. First you make me do your job, and then I walk in on you sucking face with Joonmyun-hyung instead of actually being productive."

Jongdae blushes furiously, pushing Joonmyun off. "I told you to text me before you got here."

Baekhyun makes a tsking noise, lips curling into a sneer. "I did," he says, brandishing his phone. "Twice. But looks like you were too busy to notice."

Jongdae picks up the box of bow ties and shoves it into Baekhyun's arms, irritated. "Get lost."

"Gladly." Baekhyun turns to toss a smirk at Joonmyun. "Don't keep him too occupied, hyung. Save that shit for your own wedding."

Joonmyun freezes and an icy, uncomfortable silence follows in the next few seconds. Jongdae's shoulders tense up and Baekhyun seems to realize what he said. He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Well then," he says. "I guess I'll be going."

It's only after Baekhyun leaves does Joonmyun reach out again, placing a tentative hand on his arm. "Hey," he says softly. "Don't worry about it."

Jongdae's stomach twists unpleasantly. "I should get back to work," he says, ducking out from Joonmyun's hand. "Stuff to do."

Joonmyun steps back almost immediately, and for a second Jongdae almost feels bad because it's not his fault. At the same time, he really wished that all their mutual friends would just get a fucking clue and shut up about it, because his relationship with Joonmyun was the only stable, non-stressful thing in his life, and he didn't want to muck it up with the anxieties of wedding-planning.

"I'll probably head back to the university," Joonmyun says quietly. His expression is neutral, but Jongdae can read the tension in his spine, the insecurities in his eyes. Jongdae sighs heavily, catching his arm before he can step away completely, and presses a kiss into his cheek.

"I'm sorry."

Joonmyun gives him a look that he can't quite decipher, and kisses him properly, on the mouth. The smile he's wearing when he pulls away doesn't reach his eyes.

"I'll be back at seven."

♦

Jongdae's phone goes off with a loud blare of "Cooking Cooking" in his bag.

"Hi umma," he answers after a few seconds of rummaging around. "What's up?"

"Hi honey!" his mother chirps, and Jongdae rolls his eyes. "I was just calling to ask about Chanyeollie. How's the wedding coming along?"

Jongdae pinches his nose bridge, already disliking where this conversation is going. He gets up from the couch where he was going over his checklists and moves into their bedroom. "It's fine. We've got about less than three months left."

"Oh, that's good! How's Soojung? You're not stressing her out, are you?"

"No, umma, I'm pretty sure I'm doing enough stressing out for the three of us."

"Good good good. Sweetie, listen," His mother's voice suddenly drops an octave. "You've been at this wedding planning thing for a long time now—"

Jongdae snorts, standing in front of the mirror to peer at his reflection. He really needs a shave. "Umma, three years isn't that long for someone in my field."

"Well—yes," she admits, sounding distracted, and there's something fishy about her tone of voice that makes Jongdae's defenses go on hyper alert. "The point is that you're at that point in life where everything is beginning to fall into place, and—well, don't you think it's time to settle down?"

And with that question, all of a sudden everything becomes clear. Jongdae's mom did not call to ask about Chanyeol or Soojung or their wedding at all—she called to ask him when he was going to get married.

Jongdae's mouth presses into a thin line. "Umma, we've talked about this."

"I know sweetie," says his mother placatingly over the speaker. "Well, Joonmyunnie's career is starting to take off, and you've both been together for a while—and well, your brother is married, and now Chanyeollie—"

"Why does it matter that Chanyeol's getting married?" Jongdae responds coldly. "He's not your son."

"He's practically my son, Jongdae—honey, please, just think about it. I'm not even pressuring you to marry a woman, and you know how much I want grandchildren. Just—wouldn't it be nice if—"

"Nice?" Jongdae hisses, accidentally knocking his shin into the bed. The newly formed bruise throbs under his skin. "You think I haven't thought about it? You think I don't know? How every time you call to ask about Chanyeol, it's really about Joonmyun, isn't it? I think you should start calling your other son instead of me, umma."

There's a long silence on the other end of the line as Jongdae calms down his breathing. He closes his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jongdae." His mother sounds inescapably sad, and guilt washes through him. "I just want what's best for you. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy, umma," Jongdae says tiredly, massaging his temples. "Joonmyun and I don't have to be married to be happy. Especially since…. being married doesn't always necessarily make you happy."

His last comment is laced with something akin to bitterness, and Jongdae's sure his mother can sense it because she heaves out a small, long-suffering sigh.

"Okay," she says finally. "Okay, I trust you. Just…. know that I love you, Jongdae. Don't forget that."

Jongdae nods even though he knows she can't see him. "I love you too, umma," he tells her before hanging up.

There's a rustling in the kitchen that startles him. Jongdae frowns. He didn't hear Joonmyun come in.

Joonmyun's eating instant noodles when Jongdae comes out, and he looks up with questions marks in his eyes. "What was that about?"

Jongdae grabs a pair of chopsticks and sits down across from him. "My mom," he says quietly.

When he doesn't elaborate further, Joonmyun nods and forces a smile. It's painful to watch. "I won't ask."

♦

People jostle past him as Jongdae pushes his way through the Sinchon lunch crowd. He doesn't need to walk far; after turning into a street on an upward incline, the stark cement walls of Lord Sandwich comes into view.

It only takes about three seconds to locate Lu Han's bright shock of cherry red hair once he steps inside, and he smirks at how it clashes with his aqua-colored scarf.

"Welcome back, hyung," Jongdae greets him, squeezing his shoulders from behind before taking a seat across from him. "You jet lagged still?

The corners of Lu Han's eyes crinkle with amusement. "Not too badly," he says. "But you look like you haven't been sleeping yourself."

Jongdae snorts, scanning his menu absently. "This wedding is going to be the death of me. Remind me to never plan for anyone I'm close with ever again."

"That's going to be tough with the way Baekhyun keeps flirting," Lu Han shakes his head. "He'll be engaged within the year."

"No, I refuse to plan for Baekhyun, that'd be a nightmare," Jongdae says firmly, shuddering. "But that's not important. Tell me about England."

Lu Han's eyes light up at the mention of England before he launches into a full-bodied description of his vacation in Europe. Jongdae listens over a smoked lox sandwich as Lu Han goes on and on about the football stadiums, how expensive everything is in London, and the guy he brought home one night after a night at the bars.

"His name is Minseok," Lu Han says through a mouthful of ciabatta. "He's a freelance photographer and lives in Manchester."

"Ah, he's Korean?"

Lu Han smirks. "Small world, right? He's coming back to Seoul in three months, so we'll probably meet up."

Jongdae laughs quietly and takes a long sip of his water. "Man, I wish it was three months later already. I'm sick of this."

Lu Han gives him a long, thoughtful look, the kind that reminds Jongdae that Lu Han really is 28 and not eternally 23 like how his face suggests. "Jongdae."

"Mmm?"

"When are you going to quit?"

Jongdae's head jerks up from where he was staring down at his plate. "Quit?"

Lu Han smiles wistfully. "Don't bullshit me, Jongdae. You hate wedding planning."

"I—" It's difficult under Lu Han's steady gaze, and Jongdae swallows. "I don't hate it, I just…. wish it didn't end up becoming my career."

"So why are you still doing it?" Lu Han's words aren't harsh, but Jongdae feels his cheeks color with shame anyway. "You don't need to be doing anything you don't enjoy."

Jongdae leans back in his chair, staring off into space. "I don't know."

♦

Jongdae had never wanted to be a wedding planner.

Years ago, if you had told him he’d end up planning his best friend’s wedding, he’d probably call you crazy. Jongdae would have never guessed that he'd find himself stuck in the same endless loop of rushed phone calls to vendors, booking appointments with caterers, and chauffeuring hysterical brides to be back from hair appointments gone wrong. He'd certain never expected to make it into a career.

When he first met Joonmyun, Jongdae was still studying economics and dead set on becoming a personal accountant. But right from the start, it was obvious that there wasn’t anything Joonmyun wanted to do except teach. Even though Joonmyun was only a writing tutor who worked weekends at the student center, Jongdae could see how much he loved it despite being severely underpaid. Jongdae envied him for that.

Seven years later, Joonmyun’s still the same writing-obsessed idiot he fell in love with—the only thing that’s changed is that he now has actual classes to teach instead of the occasional hopelessly lost sophomore who sucked at writing. Even after living together for four years, Jongdae has never seen anything put a smile on Joonmyun’s face quite the way talking about his students did.

They’d been dating for two years before Joonmyun had asked Jongdae to move in with him, and his final year of university had been one of the most unproductive, blissfully happy, and memorable years of his life. He relishes the mornings where neither of them wanted to get out of bed, skin flush against skin, until Joonmyun mumbled something about needing a shower and Jongdae kicked him out from under the covers.

Things eventually settled down once Jongdae graduated and had started looking for jobs. Joonmyun, who had stayed on as a grad student, got increasingly busier as thesis season approached, leaving Jongdae to do much of the search by himself.

It had been when his mother announced her engagement to her then-boyfriend that Jongdae got his first taste of the wedding planning business that would eventually become the rest of his life. His future step-father wasn't a bad guy; he was polite and accommodating and made a fair amount of money, enough to support his mother comfortably as well as occasionally send a check to help out with Jongdae's rent. Jongdae had never resented him, but the wedding was a stressful time because his mother was forgetful and he'd had no choice but to step in and play the good son.

It had taken a rough seven months before the final knot was tied, and when Jongdae was twenty two he watched his mother marry another man who was not his father. He remembers sitting in the pews of the church he had picked, and tried to understand how his mother could possibly look so happy when the last time she had made this promise she'd ended up uprooting their lives and shattering his faith in marriages for near good. If two people who had loved each other as much as his parents did couldn't work out, he couldn't fathom what could possibly make this any more different.

That had been the first wedding he'd been involved in, and if it had stopped at that Jongdae wouldn't have gotten this deep. But a few months after his mother's second wedding, Jongdeok proposed to his girlfriend of three years and Jongdae once again found himself at the mercy of his mother's pleading.

"You were so great with mine and Youngjun's, Jongdae," she'd told him breezily over the phone, "Why don't you do your brother a favor and give him some help? He just doesn't have the same eye for detail that you have, sweetie."

Despite maintaining that he was a recent graduate in debt, Jongdae eventually let his mom corral him into taking over the planning. His sister-in-law was so pleased that she eventually referred him to her coworker, and so Jongdae found himself shuffled back and forth in between happy couples who wanted him to help out with their respective weddings. It was then that Joonmyun had suggested turning it into a business.

"You could call it something like The Forever Company," Joonmyun had commented one late night. Jongdae was sprawled over the couch with his head in his boyfriend's lap, Joonmyun's fingers carding through his hair.

Jongdae had snorted, shifting in Joonmyun's lap. "That's false advertising, Joonmyun. I plan for one day of glitz and glamor, not lifetimes. People hire me to make sure that that one day goes right, but I'm not responsible for the rest of their marriage. If they fuck it up, it's not my fault."

Joonmyun's hands stop their petting. "I didn't know you were that cynical about marriage."

Jongdae reaches up to link their fingers together, bringing his hand close so he could kiss his knuckles. "A wedding is just one day, Joonmyun. It's not the gateway to happiness. You don't need to be married to have a forever with someone."

"I…. guess." Jongdae had told himself that he'd never let himself forget how sad Joonmyun had sounded in that very moment, but somehow that promise had gotten buried somewhere in the back of his mind along with any remaining faith he had in happily ever afters.

After Jongdeok had gotten married, Jongdae had told himself he wouldn't plan for anyone close to him ever again. And yet when Chanyeol had proposed to Soojung in the spring of last year, Jongdae knew that he would say yes even before Chanyeol had asked.

It's not that he blamed Chanyeol for his past eight months of nonstop work and stress, but Jongdae was growing tired of the same expectation to grow up and settle down constantly being forced over his head. He wasn't stupid. Jongdae could see it in Joonmyun's eyes, in the way that his fingers brush over the knuckles of his left hand, the way he goes all quiet and distant when talk of Chanyeol and Soojung comes up over dinner.

The truth is that Jongdae loves Joonmyun more than anything else in his life and he wants to protect him as fiercely as he could. He didn't want to lose Joonmyun to the complications of marriage, the risk of falling apart constantly lingering over their heads like a dark storm cloud, like an unanswered question, like a noose. Jongdae loved Joonmyun too much to do that.

Many years ago, his mother would have called him selfish.

These days, Jongdae is starting to believe it.

♦

"We are not going to play Wonder Girls at the reception, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun scowls, leaning back in his seat. They had been sitting in the Dunkin Donuts on the first floor of Baekhyun's complex building for the past hour now trying to draw up the reception program, except that they hadn't gotten much work done because Baekhyun kept insisting on putting as many girl group songs into the playlist.

"Why the hell not?" Baekhyun demands, angrily sucking on his orangeade. "Nobody is totally appropriate, just listen to the lyrics. Also Sohee is really hot. We totally should."

Jongdae shakes his head, rubbing at his temples. "I just happen to be of the opinion that we should play a classier song when we introduce the bridal party. Something like 4men or Brown Eyed Soul."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and keys in 'insert boring-ass song here' on his ipad. "Fine, I'm sorry my trashy pop taste is not to your liking."

"Just because you're going to be the master of ceremonies doesn't give you license to turn the reception into your own K-pop party," Jongdae reminds him lightly. "I could have done the program entirely without you."

Baekhyun smirks, shoving a cheese bread twist in his mouth. "You'd still haul your plebeian ass over to me in the end because you don't know how to have fun, so I forgive you. But I'm still going to use PSY's Gentleman for the groomsmen."

"Whatever," Jongdae says. He's not in the mood to argue with Baekhyun, especially when he was partially right—Baekhyun was definitely more of an entertainer than he was.

"Hey," Baekhyun says, and his voice changes to something a bit more serious. "You're going to have to make a speech, right?"

Jongdae nods, lifting his coffee cup to his lips. At the reception, Jongdae would have to make a speech as Chanyeol's best man. It'd been in the back of his mind from the moment he had picked the reception venue, but until Baekhyun had brought it up just now he hadn't given it much thought.

Baekhyun raises his eyebrows at him. "Have you started writing it?"

"Not yet," Jongdae admits. "We still have a month left."

"Better get a move on, Jongdae. I bet you anything Soojung will want to read it beforehand to make sure you don't say anything embarrassing in front of her parents."

Jongdae snorts. "I'm actually having dinner with them after this."

"What, Chanyeol and Soojung?"

"Yeah, and Joonmyun."

Baekhyun smirks. "Well that's all fine and dandy, but you shouldn't procrastinate on it much longer."

The truth is that Jongdae doesn't know what else to say that wouldn't have already been said. He's not funny or witty like Baekhyun and didn't have the same kind of commanding presence as Kris (something Jongdae mostly attributed to his towering height). He wasn't particularly good at expressing his feelings and wasn't sure how to write a whole three to five minute speech spouting sappy things to his best friend, who'd surely laugh at him.

"I can just ask Joonmyun for help," he says finally. "It'll be fine."

Baekhyun gives him a pointed look. "You would go to Joonmyun for something like this. Don't you think that's kind of cruel?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jongdae asks sharply.

Baekhyun shrugs, waving his hand. "Nothing, nothing. Let's continue making the playlist."

Jongdae frowns. "No, seriously, tell me."

Baekhyun sighs. "I just think it's cruel because maybe, just maybe, he'd rather be writing a wedding vow than writing a speech. Congratulations, here's a trophy for being an asshat."

Anger flares up in Jongdae's veins. "What makes you think you can assume that?"

"Chill, princess." Baekhyun's glancing down at his phone again. "I gotta bounce, my client is calling me. But have fun with your little double date or whatever."

And the Baekhyun gets up, leaving Jongdae's left to his own frustration and heavily pounding heart.