I frowned. What the heck? Some new virus? A weird ad?
My curiosity won over me.I tapped on the notification
It led me to the app with a smooth animation,
"Welcome to create your perfect boyfriend",
showing a silhouette of a guy. Underneath, sliders and options popped up:
Height-
Hair Color-
Eyes-
Personality Traits-
Hobbies-
My jaw dropped. It looked less like an app and more like a video game character creator… except this wasn't about designing an avatar. It literally said at the top:
"Build-a-boyfriend ."
I blinked at the screen. "Okay, this is insane. Who installs this kind of thing on my phone?"
But before I could uninstall it, a little pop-up appeared:
"Warning: Once you begin, you cannot undo. Your perfect boyfriend will be delivered."
Delivered?
What was this, Amazon Prime for boyfriends?
I laughed nervously and tossed my phone onto the bed. Ridiculous. Totally ridiculous.
When… another thought crept in, stubborn and sharp.
Let's just see what my ideal type could look like. Nothing could go wrong, right?
Slowly, I picked my phone back up.
The silhouette blinked at me, waiting.
My finger hovered over the first slider.
"Alright, Build-a-boyfriend",i whisper
"Show me what you've got".
I exhaled and dragged the first slider.
Height:186cm
The silhouette stretched taller, proportions shifting smoothly like clay being molded.
Not bad.
Next—
Hair Color: Black.
The blank figure's hair darkened into glossy ink strands.
Eyes: Light Brown.
The faceless outline blinked, warm amber glowing where its eyes should be.
My heart skipped. Okay… that was kinda weird.
Personality Traits:
Little tags floated up: "Loyal," "Witty," "Protective," "Mysterious," "Soft-hearted," "Confident."
I chewed my lip, scrolling through them like it was an online shopping cart. Was I… actually doing this?
Then came
Hobbies:
"Reading." "Basketball." "Cooking." "Music."
I tapped a few without thinking, half amused, half fascinated
Underneath, a new option flickered in, Attractiveness:
My eyebrows shot up. Seriously, they had a slider for this?, I smirked as I said it
I slid it to the right. Not too much. Just enough.
The jawline sharpened, cheekbones lifted, and a faint smirk curved the blank lips.
Okay… dangerously good-looking, but not unrealistic.
"Face structure," I read aloud, scrolling. Oval, square, sharp.
I tapped "sharp," and the silhouette's edges defined instantly.
My heart skipped. This was starting to feel… real.
I swallowed.
"This is insane," I muttered. "It looks like he's about to—"
The screen pulsed again, but instead of exploding in my face, a big button appeared at the bottom:
"Confirm Your Boyfriend."
I snorted. "Wow. Bold of you to assume I'd even—"
My thumb tapped it anyway. Curiosity killed the cat, right?
I waited, bracing myself for… I don't even know, fireworks? A magical ding?
Instead, the screen just blinked once—and the guy I had just finished creating… disappeared.
The silhouette was gone. The sliders were gone.
Only the app's plain black home screen with the neon title remained.
I blinked. "Wait. That's it?!"
I tapped around. Nothing.
The little animation guy I painstakingly designed—186 cm, perfect jawline, sharp nose, light brown eyes—had just… poofed.
Frustration bubbled in my chest.
"Unbelievable. I wasted twenty minutes of my life making Mr. Perfect for absolutely nothing."
With a groan, I tossed my phone onto the bed and pulled the blanket over my head.
Fine. Whatever. Sleep was better than falling for some dumb app scam anyway.
Within minutes, my breathing slowed. The room fell silent.
But my phone didn't stay silent.
It pulsed with a strange light, casting shadows across the walls.
The app had reopened on its own, neon colors shifting faster and faster like a heartbeat.
And then suddenly another notification had popped up
"Delivering your boyfriend in 3....2.....1"
The light faded as quickly as it had come, leaving behind someone who wasn't supposed to exist.
He stood there in the middle of the dimly lit room—a tall boy with sharp features, black hair that framed his face, and eyes the color of warm amber. Every breath he took was steady, real, alive. He wasn't a character on a screen anymore. He was flesh and blood.
He looked down at his own hands, flexing his fingers as if testing whether they were real. His chest rose and fell with each careful breath. Everything felt strange, overwhelming—warmth, sound, the faint scent of lavender in the room.
His body felt strangely heavy, like he had been running for miles before suddenly appearing here. Each breath grew slower, his eyelids drooping despite his confusion.
His head throbbed. His limbs felt weak. He didn't even notice where he was or that the bed was already occupied. All he wanted—desperately—was rest.
Without knowing someone was already there in the bed—his creator—he collapsed onto the mattress and let exhaustion consume him.
Within moments, he was fast asleep.
And beside him, the girl who had unknowingly summoned him slept on—completely unaware that her "ideal type" was now breathing softly at her side.
~To be continued ~