Hmm, that's true. The food this guy makes tastes better than Mom's cooking, Dad. I did wonder why you two kept coming over to clean the house and cook meals for me without smacking me awake and scolding me. Turns out, it was him all along."
The messy-haired young man was coaxed until his head spun, and though reluctant, he couldn't deny it—life had indeed become easier, almost like having a gentle wife at home.
"Exactly. He's your age but already owns his own company—someone reliable. Right now it's only a start-up, but it's bound to grow big. He's calm, well-mannered, and steady, perfectly suited for someone like you. Fun Dee, your mother's prayers at the shrine weren't in vain—asking for a good partner for you morning and evening. And look, heaven sent us a quality one! We'd better hurry and make an offering in return before the deities change their minds."
"Huh? You can even do that?"
…
"Kind, son, your home—how far is it from here?"
Once the father had "bewitched" his own son into silence, he turned to the tall man sitting neatly cross-legged, posture straight, conversing with them politely without fidgeting like their own child.
"It's a little far, Uncle, but very close to my company and to the hospital where my grandmother is staying," Kinda replied, his deep voice calm and convincing—befitting a company owner. His manners and presence easily won over the elders.
"What's this 'Uncle'? We're family here—call us Father and Mother." The host grinned, patting the broad shoulder affectionately.
"Yes, Father, Mother."
Kind remained composed, consistent, and unfaltering, able to chat with his elders at length. The couple was delighted with his manners and respect.
"Good, good. Such a polite young man, well-mannered and considerate. Father has a small request… I wonder if you could help?"
"If it's not beyond my abilities, I'll do anything. My parents live abroad and won't be coming back. Being able to call you Father and Mother makes me feel truly happy."
"Oh, poor boy~ And with your grandmother in the hospital, you must be lonely. Perfect then. Father wants you to come live here with Dream—so you won't be lonely, and so you can help train him to be a little more human."
"E-Excuse me? Live here… together?"
"That's right, son. You and Dream are lovers—why live apart and waste time? Driving long distances is dangerous. If you stay here, it's closer to your company and the hospital. When you visit your grandmother, take Buboo and Dream with you. When you head to the office, bring him along too. Get him to join activities outside. And at home, teach him cooking and cleaning so Father won't have to worry anymore."
"Oh, I see~ Certainly, Father. But… if I move in, there's one thing I'd like to ask…"
…
The next morning
"What did you say, Dad? An engagement?! With that guy?!"
Dream had been exiled to sleep on the sofa in front of the TV since his parents had converted his bedroom into storage. Dragged awake early, he was then bombarded with news that not only was he in a relationship, but he was also being pushed into an engagement.
Being 'boyfriends' was one thing—barely tolerable. But to suddenly be betrothed and live together? It was happening so fast that Fun Dee thought he might actually have sleepwalked, slept with the handsome guy, and ended up pregnant without realizing it.
"Yes, an engagement. You two are lovers. It's only natural that someone constantly in and out of his partner's home would want stability. What's strange about that?"
His father remained relaxed, crossing his legs as he sipped his morning coffee.
"Does he even want to be engaged to me? Did you run a background check? What if he's a psycho and one day comes at me with a knife?!"
"If you keep lying around like you're rehearsing death, who would bother attacking you, Fun Dee?"
"But I like sleeping, you know that. Or are you and Mom just ganging up to control me? Tell me the truth—did you hire him?!"
Fun Dee grabbed his father's leg, shaking it so hard his head wobbled.
"I didn't hire anyone. He genuinely likes you. Which I don't understand either—his tastes are mysterious. But like we said: when opportunity knocks, seize it. A man like him—no matter how many women came chasing, they'd never put up with you, Fun Dee."
Once again, his father cupped his face, locking eyes as if casting a spell.
"I don't even want a boyfriend," Dream whined, cheeks squished into a pouty mess, voice shrill and pleading for sympathy.
"Enough. Trust your father's judgment—this Kind is no ordinary man."
"Oh, now it's 'Son Kind,' is it? But with me it's always 'Brat Fun,' 'you rascal,' 'you pest.' You've already chosen him over me! You've forgotten your own son!"
"Quit your nonsense, Dream. We'll hold a simple engagement party this evening."
"This evening?! Dad, that's way too fast! I'm not ready! Postpone it for three years, I swear I'll agree without complaint then!"
"Three years, my foot. You've never had a lover until now. Stop dawdling—go get ready. At the rate you sleep, you'll end up dying in your bed one day."
"Uwaaaaahhh! Daaaad!!"