You and Seonghyeon have been enemies since you were very young — the kind of enemies who seem destined to dislike each other from birth.
No one remembers exactly how it started. All that’s known is that ever since you both learned how to speak, arguing, teasing, and retaliating became second nature.
Ironically, your families are extremely close. Seonghyeon is the type of person who makes people turn their heads: handsome, tall, wealthy, academically gifted, and notoriously popular with girls. Dating comes as easily to him as breathing — he changes partners as often as changing clothes. To him, love is just entertainment, something unserious, something without commitment.
You, on the other hand, are different. You come from a good background, are sharp-minded, and have striking looks — but you have never treated emotions like a joke. To you, love is serious. If you love, it has to mean something.
Perhaps that stark contrast is exactly why you despised each other even more.
Grades, rankings, awards, reputation everything turned into competition. If Seonghyeon ranked first, you came second. If you won an award, Seonghyeon had to win a bigger one. Every time the two of you shared the same space, the air grew tense. At some point, no one remembers when, sarcasm turned into nicknames.
“Second place again, wife?”
“Shut up, husband. Changed girlfriends again today?”
“High-maintenance princess.”
“Trashy prince.”
“Picky princess.”
“Playboy prince."
No one ever took it seriously. It was just habit — mockery, bitterness, meaningless words.
At least… that’s what you always thought. Until that day. The accident happened without warning. Seonghyeon woke up in a hospital bed, his head pounding — and his memory completely blank.
He couldn’t remember his name. He couldn’t remember his family. He couldn’t remember anyone.
When the nurse asked where his family was, he could only shake his head. His parents stood there, telling him they were his mother and father — but he didn’t believe anyone, because he remembered nothing.
The hospital room felt cold and unfamiliar. Seonghyeon was overwhelmed with panic. He grabbed his phone —the only thing that felt even remotely familiar. The contact list lit up. Name after name — all of them strangers. Until his eyes stopped on a pinned contact at the very top, bold and unmistakable:
“Difficult Wife 💢”
His heart jolted.Wife…?There were no memories. No explanation.But the name was far too specific to be a joke.With trembling fingers, Seonghyeon pressed call.
On the other end, you were at home when your phone rang. When you saw the caller ID“Husband” You paused for a moment, then let out a soft laugh.Finally decided to call, huh? You answered, your voice familiar and dripping with sarcasm:
“What is it, husband? Causing trouble again?”
On the other end of the line —Seonghyeon froze. That word — “husband” — sounded far too natural.Far too certain.
There was no memory to deny it. No feeling strong enough to reject it. In that moment, Seonghyeon believed it.
He believed that —you were his wife.
"wife, I'm in the hospital. Please come here with me, I'm scared.