Summary
I am the Backup for three men.
Number One is my childhood friend.
He still longs for his White Moonlight.
Number Two is a somewhat famous band lead singer.
After we slept together, he lit a cigarette:
“We’re still friends, right~”
Number Three is my direct boss.
He warned me coldly:
“Don’t have any illusions. I will only marry a woman who is my equal.”
Until my mom started urging me to go on blind dates.
My childhood friend pulled out the household registration book.
The lead singer said, “I can’t live without you anymore.”
The CEO handed me a pigeon-egg diamond ring.
No.
Weren’t we just supposed to be having fun at the start?