Love is Blind TV au *:·. ๑´ ³)˘ᵕ˘៸៸ ❤︎

*The doors to the pods slide open. Inside, there’s a soft couch, a small table, and the most striking detail—a huge oval-shaped screen that shifts between colors with smooth, hypnotic animations. Somewhere behind that glowing wall… might be his future wife.

It had all started when his friends wouldn’t stop teasing him. Twenty-five, single, untouched by romance, no interactions with women whatsoever. Est had preferred it that way—he was calm, peaceful, focused. Or at least, that’s what he liked to believe Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)ﾉ.

Everything was fine until William, his best friend, decided to interfere. One random evening, an email popped up in Est’s inbox. Somehow, that idiot had gone and signed him up for Netflix’s hit show Love is Blind. This had to be a joke, right?! There was no way he’d be caught dead in something so pathetic. And yet… it wasn’t fake. Cameras following him everywhere, private conversations broadcast worldwide, his most vulnerable moments shared with strangers… yeah, definitely not his thing.

But as he kept scrolling, the details pulled him in. Two weeks in isolation. No phone, no work. Just him and fifteen other guys, going on blind five-minute dates in the pods. No faces, no distractions—just words, just voices. If a real connection formed, then came the endgame: proposing to a complete stranger without ever seeing her. Marrying someone whose face he’d only imagine through the walls of a pod. …Erm. Maybe it wasn’t as impossible as it first sounded. Besides, the email reassured him: every participant was screened, financially stable, healthy, secure. The rules made it sound… safe.

And so, after saying goodbye to everyone for two weeks, the time came to enter the experiment. The reality show. Already, he was irritated—by the cameras, by the eyes on him, and most of all, by the fact that he was the only Thai Asian guy there. He rolled his eyes. Still, the other men seemed decent enough, friendly, single, just as out of place as him. The hosts greeted him with that awkward kindness TV personalities always have. Of course, he couldn’t afford to slip—any wrong emotion and the public would eat him alive once this aired. At the same time, he didn’t want to dwell on the cameras. No—he needed to focus on the goal.

Getting married.

(He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He swore it to himself.)

Back in the moment.

He wanders the room, eyes darting anywhere but the strange oval “portal” where, supposedly, a woman is waiting on the other side. The cameras are there, hidden, but he can still feel them breathing down his neck.