What Happens At The Ending Of 'The World'S Best Boyfriend'?

Mukgu is a forever alone girl, no boyfriend since birth and no parents. She is living alone. Mukgu is envious of those girls who have boyfriends. She wants to have a perfect boyfriend and experience love. Blake is Mukgu's dream boy. He's an all girls' ideal type but he's a naughty and mean guy. But then one day, Mukgu just felt that she can't really have him because of too much depression, so she tried to search I want a perfect boyfriend" on the internet and clicked on a website which she saw from a flyer. This new weird website says that she can have her ideal boyfriend once she purchases a product from them. She took it only as a joke but the next day, her perfect boyfriend arrived from SOS planet and he's a robot. How is Mukgu going to deal with a robot boyfriend? How about her dream boy? Is she going to take the risk of falling in love with a robot? Or will she choose to stay with her dream boy?

After five years of dating, my girlfriend, Rachel Meyers, cancels our wedding 52 times. The first time, her intern, Ethan Cole, messes up a form at the law firm where she works. She rushes back to fix it, leaving me stranded on the beach for the entire day. The second time, during the wedding ceremony, she hears that Ethan is being bullied by another attorney. She abandons everything to help him, leaving me to become the laughingstock of our guests. After that, no matter when we hold the wedding, Ethan always seems to have some kind of emergency that demands her attention. Eventually, I grow numb and decide to break up with her. But on the day I move out of Westerbay, Rachel loses her mind trying to find me.

I go to my boyfriend after hearing about him flirting with his college senior. On the way there, I get into an accident and suffer from temporary memory loss after a head injury. He hurries to the hospital but points at his stoic dormmate and claims he's my boyfriend instead. He wants to use this to get rid of me. I'm unaware of this, so I hold the handsome dormmate's hand and look at him with bright eyes. "So, you're my boyfriend." Later, I regain my memory but still want to be with the handsome dormmate. I want to sever ties with my boyfriend, but he breaks down.

My boyfriend of three years had a secret true love: my vicious best friend. For her, he swallowed my family business whole, froze every cent I had, and crushed my dignity into the dirt. When my father lay dying from a brain hemorrhage, I begged him for $50,000 to save his life. He refused cold-heartedly. At the exact moment my father died on the operating table, he was busy spending millions on rare jewelry for her. I didn't show up to our engagement party. Instead, I sent a "gift" that played on the big screen. That arrogant man went completely insane in front of the whole world.

He was a bad boy swimmer while she was an innocent aspiring chef. She broke his heart and he was left wondering why. She was his world and life - his everything. She successfully changed him to become better, but when they were already doing well, she suddenly betrayed him. Worse, it was with a friend he knew too well. But no matter the reason, he will never accept it. He would rather die than completely break free from her. Feeling betrayed and broken, the famous bad boy emerged once more, deciding to claim his possession back. She has been his and forever she shall be. The bad boy's heart is broken and only she can mend it.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.