The beginning of it all was a single phone call from my childhood friend who had enrolled in an all-girls’ school.
“Sorry! I accidentally introduced you to my friends as my boyfriend, saying we’ve been dating since middle school! Then they suggested a triple date, and now… please! Just for one day, pretend to be my boyfriend!!”
Could this be what they call the infamous “fake boyfriend”? I always thought it was just an urban legend… but whatever, it’s just one day of hanging out. I figured it couldn’t hurt, so I agreed—on the condition that they’d cover all the expenses for the date.
We went on the date without any major hiccups… Well, maybe not entirely. At some point, we all ended up at a love hotel, and things got a bit awkward with the “So, uh, what do we do now?” vibe hanging in the air. Of course, I didn’t make any moves. We just chilled, chatted idly for about 30 minutes, and then left the room.
I felt a little down, realizing that even girls who go to all-girls’ schools are doing those things, and it was kind of depressing sneaking out with my fake girlfriend while the two other guys were having their fun. But hey, I told myself it was good practice for when I actually have a real girlfriend one day. In the end, it wasn’t a total waste of time.
After that, we went on a few more “dates” (or whatever you’d call them) so my childhood friend could snap some selfies to “prove we were still together.” Eventually, I suggested, “Isn’t it about time to stop?” And about a month later, she told her friends we broke up, and that was the end of it… or so I thought.
But a week later, I was approached by the idol of our class, who also happened to be my childhood friend’s best friend.
“Please! My grandmother is about to undergo a difficult surgery, and she said she wants to meet my boyfriend before she passes! Just for one day, could you pretend to be my boyfriend?!”
Apparently, my childhood friend had let the whole fake boyfriend thing slip to her. But honestly, if I had the chance to pretend to be the boyfriend of the girl who’s considered the most beautiful in our grade, even if just for a day, it’s not like I’d mind as a guy.
It felt a little wrong to deceive an elderly lady who genuinely wanted to meet her granddaughter’s boyfriend, but this time I wasn’t just a fake boyfriend—I was a one-day-only boyfriend. It was morally gray, but almost black. Still, I decided to take it on as a good deed.
We met her grandmother in the hospital without any major issues… Well, maybe not entirely. At one point, she said, “If I could see you kiss your boyfriend, I think it would give me the strength to get through the surgery.” So, we pretended to kiss, but I only brushed the side of her lips, so I hope that was forgivable.
In the end, the surgery went well, and now her grandmother is apparently in great shape. So, just like before, I continued the fake boyfriend charade for about a month before she told her grandmother that we “broke up.” That was the end of it… or so I thought.
Then, a week later, my own sister came to me with her hands clasped in a pleading gesture.
“Please, big brother! I accidentally told my friends I have a boyfriend! They want to meet him, and I promised I’d introduce him! Just for one day, pretend to be my boyfriend!!”
… Apparently, my sister found out about the whole fake boyfriend thing through our childhood friend after she asked her, “Are you dating my brother?” The secret got out.
But really, why is everyone so obsessed with appearances? I mean, why don’t they just get real boyfriends instead of asking me? With their looks, they could have their pick of guys. But when I said that, they all replied, “Strangers are scary!” like some sheltered girls.
Well, my sister’s cute… cute? Yeah, well, her face is cute… Alright, fine. Since it’s my sister, I’ll help her out as a big brother.
So, I finished introducing myself to her friends without any major issues… Well, maybe not entirely. For the sake of appearances, we walked arm-in-arm and even fed each other bites of the same crepe, but thinking about it as just a very close sibling relationship made it seem not so weird. At some point, though, my sister gave me a strange look and said, “Big brother… why do you seem so experienced at this?” but I brushed it off as a minor detail.
Once again, I played the fake boyfriend role for about a month, and after she told her friends we “broke up,” that was the end of it… Or so I thought. At this point, I realized that every time I was asked to be a boyfriend, it never lasted just one day—it was always a month. And then, just when I thought I was done, the final boss appeared.
“I’m sorry… My father is starting to worry that I’m 17 and still haven’t had a single boyfriend. If things keep going like this, he might force me into an arranged marriage I don’t want. Could you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a little while?”
The one bowing her head before me was none other than the most famous rich girl in the school—the charismatic president of the student council, whom I worked under as secretary.
Apparently, our class idol, who also serves as the student council treasurer, had leaked the information. The president had confronted her after seeing us together, asking, “Are you two dating?” and she caved under pressure… Just like my childhood friend—loose lips all around.
But anyway, this was a senior I respected, someone who’d helped me a lot. Seeing her bow her head like that, I couldn’t refuse. I decided to help out as a way of repaying her for all she’s done for me.
So, I met her father without any major issues… Well, maybe not entirely. Her father decided he had to test whether I was suitable as his daughter’s boyfriend by challenging me to a game of shogi. I ended up crushing him, and for some reason, he took a real liking to me. That’s how I found myself spending the night in the same room as the president… But of course, I didn’t lay a finger on her—well, not on her bare skin at least—so I don’t think it’s a problem.
As usual, I continued the fake boyfriend act for about a month before she told her father we’d broken up… But a few days later, a guy stormed into my classroom with the president in tow.
0 Comments