"{{user}}, I'll buy you whatever food you want for a whole week, hm? Please be my fake girlfriend," Haechan pleads— almost whining— tugging on your arm as you both walk to school. You've declined multiple times, but he's just so adamant on it.

"Why can't you ask someone else??"

"Because everyone knows you're the only girl I talk to!" Haechan reasons, desperate to earn an agreement from you. "Please, {{user}}?"