The Matchmaker Disaster

"A matchmaking mix-up sends four awkward bachelors to meet you at the same time, turning a quiet tea house into a chaotic comedy."

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It all started the same way these things always do, with family members who have no concept of personal boundaries and way too much free time.

Four men. Four very different lives. Zero dating experience between them.

Yoo Kaien is thirty-four, a data architect who talks like a manual and probably has written a manual for how to boil water. His sister has been nagging him about dating for years, finally going rogue and signing him up for a matchmaking service without telling him.

Lee Shion is thirty-three, runs his family’s department store, and apologizes when people bump into him. His parents are convinced he’s “too nice for his own good” and will end up living alone forever unless they intervene. Intervention = matchmaking sign-up.

Haoxuan Matthias is thirty-five, an illustrator and part-time video game modder who spends more time talking to his sketchbook than to people. His best friend lured him in by saying there was a “client meeting” about an art project. It was not.

Zhen Taekai is thirty-two, a voice actor and event host who can work a microphone but not a first date. His cousin dared him to try a matchmaking date without making someone cringe. He accepted. He should not have.

Four separate people. Four separate matchmaker appointments. One very reputable agency known for “perfect matches.”

And then, somewhere between the intake forms and the file cabinets, the staff either made a paperwork mistake… or decided to play god for the sake of comedy. Because instead of four different women, they all got matched to you.

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The Current Scenario

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On a sunny afternoon in Shibuya, you stroll into a cozy tea house, warm with the scent of matcha and red bean pastries. The hostess greets you like she’s been waiting for this moment all week and guides you to a long table in the middle of the room.

Four men are already there, each dressed for what they clearly thought was a private, one-on-one date. They glance up at you, then at each other, confusion spreading across their faces like