BL One-Shot Collection

My Matchmaker

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Story: Sometimes, matchmaking is the hardest job to do.

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            A subtle knock on the door caught the attention of the owner of Cupid's Love Connection Agency.  Lifting his gaze away from his computer screen, the lad cleared his throat before speaking politely.  "Come in."

            Upon hearing his invitation to enter, the visitor turned the knob and glided the door open.  The young male stepped in with a shy, wavering smile as he bowed his head in acknowledgement.  "Hello."

            "Welcome," he gestured with his hand for the other to sit down, "please take a seat."

            "Hi, I'm...B-B-Bo W-Wang."

            Blinking in sync with the other's stuttering, he asked.  "I beg your pardon?" 

            Taking in a deep breath, the new client repeated, "My name is...Bo Wang."

            "I'm, Sean Xiao."  He extended his hand across the table to establish a handshake with Bo and plopped back down on his black leather swivel chair.  "So," clapping his hands together with his elbows resting on the surface of the desk, "what are your requirements for a lover?"

            "I don't know.  Someone nice, I guess."

            "All right.  That's a start."  Sean leaned back on his seat and smiled.  "What age range would you like him or her to be?  Is there a certain kind of appearance you are pursuing?  What kind of personality would you prefer the other to have?  What hobbies and so forth...?"

            Fidgeting in his spot, Bo reached a hand up to scratch the back of his head.  "I would like him to be 6 years older than me."

            "That's very specific," Sean commented. 

"Actually, he could be 1 to 10 years older than me.  I just prefer 6 the most."

"May I ask how old you are?"

"I'm 22 years old."

He's 22?  I'm exactly 6 years older than him.  Sean calculated.  "So, you're searching for a male companion?"

            "Yes."

            "Noted."  Sean typed in the information on his desktop and listened attentively for Bo to continue.

            "Are you gay, Sean?" Bo blurted out all of a sudden.

            "Me?"  Sean pointed at his own face.

            "Yeah."

            Why does he want to know about me?

            "Well, are you?"

            "Gender isn't a problem for me as long as I like the person."

            "That's good to know."  Bo seemed extremely pleased with that answer.     

"Let's proceed."

            "Sure."  Bo tapped his chin with his index finger.  "It would be nice if he's gorgeous."