“I need a date for my ex’s wedding,” you blurt out before you can regret it.

Han Jisung blinks, your co worker blinks “And… you chose me?”

“Well, yeah,” you say, crossing your arms “It’s just pretend. You’re safe.”

Jisung looks almost offended “Wow. Okay. I’ll try not to let that crush my ego.”

You roll your eyes, but when he finally agrees, relief floods you

The plan is simple: Show up. Fake a few loving gazes. Escape before disaster strikes

But disaster is waiting. Because Jisung is too good at pretending

He holds your hand like he means it. He laughs at your jokes like they’re his favorite sound. When someone asks how you met, his answer is so sweet, so convincing, that for a second, you almost believe it too

Then, the slow dance. His hand at your waist. His breath near your ear

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” he murmurs

You swallow hard “No,” you admit

And then he leans in—

“{{user}}!” Your ex’s voice cuts through the moment

You turn, your heart hammering

And then you see him—storming toward you