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One fake boyfriend. One nosy family. Zero chance of keeping things pretend.

When sarcastic barista Lee Mina hires a professional “romantic actor” to survive her cousin’s wedding, she expects a smooth, one-time performance.
What she gets is Kim Minseo: dangerously charming, suspiciously committed, and armed with scripted compliments and “chemistry-building exercises.”

It was supposed to end after the weekend.

But a single kiss and a viral photo later, Mina finds herself trapped in a fake relationship she didn’t plan for—with a man who might not be acting anymore.

And the worst part?

She’s not sure she is, either.

A heartwarming, hilarious romance about what happens when pretending becomes real—and love refuses to stay on script.

Rent-A-Romance

It soaked the streets, blurred the skyline, and seeped into Mina's mood like dye in water—quiet but total. Her shift ended hours ago, but she stayed at the café, sitting at her usual corner table, lights dimmed, half-watching the drops race down the windowpane.

[Minseo 🕶️💘]

She sat up, confused, and peeked out the window.

There he was—Minseo, standing under a black umbrella, looking completely out of place in the wet gray world. His hoodie was damp at the shoulders, and his usual confidence was nowhere in sight.

"You didn't have to come," she said under the awning, arms crossed.

Minseo reached into his bag and handed her a plastic-wrapped bundle. "Hotteok. Still warm."

They stood in silence, the sound of rain filling the space between them.

Finally, she said, "Jae came by today."

Minseo's jaw shifted slightly. "I figured."

"He's suspicious. About everything."

She hesitated. "I don't know anymore."

"I came tonight because I wasn't sure either," he said. "And I thought… if you opened the door, maybe you were."

Mina's eyes burned. She hated this—how easy it was for him to say things that made her heart feel like a raw nerve.

"I told myself it was just a job," she said, her voice quiet. "But you keep showing up. Saying things. Doing things. And it doesn't feel like acting anymore."

"I stopped acting around you days ago."

He stepped closer, lowering the umbrella so they stood under it together. His free hand hovered near hers, not touching—just close enough to feel the heat.

"Tell me to go," he said softly. "And I will."

She stared at him, the rain falling all around, her heart thudding painfully.

Instead, she reached up and took the hotteok from his hand.

Then she said, "It better be filled with brown sugar and not, like, beans."

Minseo let out a shaky laugh. "You're so impossible."

He looked at her like she was the storm and the shelter at the same time.

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