It was a wild Saturday evening at the rooftop lounge of the Seoul Skyview Hotel, and I had the honor—and the madness—of hosting the joint bachelor party for Jamie and Jacky Kim, the legendary Korean twins who were getting married next weekend. Not to each other, of course—they were each tying the knot with their respective partners (thankfully).

The rooftop had been transformed into a sleek neon dreamscape with glowing lanterns, custom cocktails, and a private DJ spinning deep house and K-pop remixes. Jamie, the more reserved of the two, showed up in a sharp navy suit, sipping his whiskey ginger with a sly smile. Jacky? Well, Jacky burst in ten minutes later wearing mirrored sunglasses and a white jacket covered in fake dollar bills. The guy was ready for war.

Things escalated quickly.

There was a surprise karaoke duel. Jacky belted out Rain’s “La Song” with a full dance routine. Jamie answered with a soulful ballad that made everyone pause and slow clap. Then came the roast—each twin had prepared a speech with photos from childhood, awkward puberty years, and failed hair dye phases. I had to confiscate the mic at one point to prevent emotional damage.

By midnight, we had a neon beer pong tournament going on one side, a tarot reader on the other, and someone (okay, maybe me) had brought out sparklers for a dramatic rooftop photo shoot. Jamie and Jacky stood back-to-back in the center of it all, grinning ear to ear, the Seoul skyline glowing behind them.

As the night wound down, the twins raised their glasses for one last toast: “To love, to family, and to never getting confused for each other at the altar.”

Solid plan.

It was chaos. It was heartfelt. It was exactly what they deserved.