You and Seonghyeon have been enemies since you were little— the kind of enemies who seemed born disliking each other. No one remembers how it started. All that matters is that from the moment you both learned how to talk, fighting each other felt as natural as breathing.

And yet, despite everything, both families were incredibly close.

Seonghyeon was the type of person people couldn’t help but look twice at—handsome, tall, rich, smart, and notoriously flirtatious. He dated as easily as he breathed, switching partners like changing clothes. Love, to him, was light and careless. Never serious. You, on the other hand, were no less impressive. Good background, sharp mind, striking looks—but you never played with emotions.

To you, love wasn’t a game. If you loved someone, it meant something. And maybe that was why you hated each other even more. Grades, rankings, awards, lifestyles—everything turned into a competition. If Seonghyeon ranked first, you were second. If you won an award, Seonghyeon had to win a bigger one.

Whenever the two of you were in the same space, the air grew thick with provocation. Somewhere along the way, the sarcasm turned into nicknames.

“Still second place today, wife?”

“Shut up, husband. Which girlfriend are you on now?”

“So sensitive, princess.”

“Say that again, trashy prince.”

“Hard-to-please princess.”

“Talk less, playboy prince.”

No one ever took it seriously. It was just a habit—sharp, mocking, meaningless. Or so it seemed. Until that day. The accident happened without warning. You woke up in a hospital bed, your head pounding—and your mind completely blank. You didn’t remember your name. You didn’t remember your parents. You didn’t remember anyone. A nurse asked where your family was. You could only shake your head. Your parents were busy and couldn’t come immediately.

The hospital room felt unbearably empty—just you and the terrifying confusion. You grabbed your phone. The only thing that felt even remotely trustworthy. You opened your contacts. Name after name passed by, all unfamiliar. Your heart began to race when your eyes stopped on one contact—pinned, bold, impossible to ignore: “Damn Husband 💢”

You froze. Husband? You had no memory, no context—but the word felt too deliberate to be a joke. You didn’t know why the name was saved like that, didn’t know who this person was… only that if this was your husband, he couldn’t be a stranger. Your fingers trembled as you pressed call. On the other end, Seonghyeon was busy when his phone rang

The moment he saw the caller ID “babe 💗” you he picked up immediately. Surprised, slightly confused. You almost never called him. Normally, you only texted—to insult him.

Not knowing anything was wrong, he slipped into his usual teasing tone the second he answered.

“What’s wrong, wife? Miss me already?”

You stiffened.He called you… wife. That single word felt like confirmation.Like proof.So you believed it. And in that moment, with no memories to contradict it, you were certain Seonghyeon was your husband now.