Dinner and the Wedding Cancellation
“Haha. You really are something. Puhaha!”
I admit I said something pretty stupid. Calling him “seobangnim” when I don’t even know his name because I have no memories—it’s ridiculous. And even more so since the soul inside is a guy, though he doesn’t know that.
But did he really have to burst out laughing like that? My outward appearance is still his fiancée, after all. It’s not that weird for someone like me to call him “seobangnim.”
“Haha… Don’t make such a sulky face. I wasn’t mocking you.”
“I’m not sulking. If you don’t like the title, tell me what to call you instead.”
“I like it just fine as it is.”
“Now I don’t like it anymore.”
Guess I’ll never use “seobangnim” again. Unless the original Ryu Sua comes back, I’ll never have to hear it.
“Call me whatever’s comfortable for you. You’ve called me ‘honey’ before. ‘Darling’ or ‘you’ works too.”
“Just tell me your name.”
“‘Seobangnim’ really is the best, though?”
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just call you ‘Master’ instead.”
I really messed up with that one slip-up. Looks like he’ll tease me about it until I return to my original world. I don’t know how the two of them got along before the possession, but the way he jumps on the chance to mess with me suggests they were a playful couple.
“I went too far with the joke. I’d never want to be called ‘Master’ again. It’s Sohwi. Ho Sohwi.”
“Then I’ll call you Sohwi-nim from now on.”
“Mm… I’ll settle for that for now.”
Was there some issue with titles in the past? Or maybe after a big fight, “Master” became the term they used? He rejects it so specifically despite saying anything’s fine, so it’s clearly not a fond memory.
Calling him “seobangnim” was a failure, but avoiding “Master” was a win. No need to dredge up bad memories.
I let out a deep internal sigh but carefully deboned the grilled fish in front of me and placed the tender flesh on Sohwi’s rice. At the same time, an intense gaze lands on me.
“I just didn’t want to waste the food you cooked so carefully.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
No matter what I do, he reacts like that. If I suddenly slapped his cheek, he’d probably just say, “Ah, your hand still feels so warm.”
Still, any reaction is better than one filled with disgust.
“Eating with you like this is nice, but using chopsticks in this human form just doesn’t feel right.”
“Is it that uncomfortable to take on a form so similar to a human’s?”
“It varies by individual, but most of us spend so much time in human form that it’s not a big deal. I just spend more time in my true form, so it feels off to me.”
Then why bother coming to see me in this uncomfortable shape? He could’ve just visited in his true form.
“You could’ve come more comfortably, then…”
“What are you saying? This way, you get to take care of me again.”
He doesn’t say it, but I figure he’s being considerate after seeing how scared I was that first day. My fox ears still twitch every time our eyes meet and I flinch a little.
What a considerate male lead. Seeing him like this, the original story probably wasn’t some spicy romance novel packed with regret, obsession, and angst. Maybe it was a heartwarming pure love story where they slowly opened up to each other despite being different races while living together.
With the mood this good, maybe I can throw a straight ball? It’s something I’ll have to say eventually—better to get it over with now.
“Sohwi-nim.”
“What is it?”
I set down my chopsticks, straightened my posture, and called his name. He was eating the fish and rice I’d prepared for him but noticed my shift and set his down too.
If I’ve decided, there’s no point in hesitating.
“About that wedding we were supposed to have…”
“Ah. I was just about to bring that up. The original date passed, so we need to reschedule. What about after the harvest? Everyone’s going to be busy soon…”
The moment I mention the wedding, words pour out of him like he’d prepared in advance. Of course—he wouldn’t not be looking forward to marrying the person he loves. He was probably picking a new date right after the set one passed before I possessed this body.
Sorry, but what I want to say isn’t about picking a new wedding date.
“How about we cancel our wedding…?”
“…”
I could see Sohwi’s previously cheerful expression harden in an instant.
To Sohwi, meals with his beloved Sua were always a joyful routine. He’d even watch her eat from the window on nights she skipped dinner, just chatting away.
So when the amnesiac Sua still showed the same loving behavior he cherished, it was a huge relief—even if she was still recovering.
Like how she’d sniff the food he prepared and flash that subtle smile. It was different from her usual bright grin, a special one that bloomed only during meals, and that’s why he joined her every time without fail.
Look at her now—sulky face and all, but still placing the lean grilled fish on his rice, just like always when they ate together in human form and her chopstick skills were clumsy. Even without her memories, she still captivated him. Who was the real fox here? He thought she had an outstanding talent for enchantment.
“How about we cancel our wedding…?”
She didn’t have to copy this part too. Casually stabbing him in the heart like it was nothing really drove home that she’d lost her memories.
How was he supposed to melt the walls around this pure-hearted yet foxy woman’s heart again?
But now, Sohwi knew the reason for her walls was her past life’s gender, and he’d deeply experienced her occasional eccentricities, so maybe it’d be smoother this time.
“I-I mean! Even if you say we’re supposed to get married, I have no memories of it from my side… It’s not a light matter. Until I recover my memories, I think…”
Seeing Sua fidget and blurt out her thoughts made his future seem pitch black. Ignoring her wishes and pushing forward was unthinkable—who knew what she’d do?
“If that’s what you want, then we will.”
Sohwi had no choice but to agree. Even thinking positively, provoking her now would be a mistake.
When Sua first came to this estate, she was just a growing girl of about ten. She’d lived ten years adapting to her new life with her parents from this life.
Yet she’d run away at night, claiming she was a fake woman unworthy of such kindness. She hid in a neighboring village, working odd jobs at an inn.
What would happen if a woman like that went totally blank and started acting out?
It couldn’t be allowed. Sohwi couldn’t leave Horyeongsan’s domain. If she fled, he’d be stuck here licking his fur, waiting for Hwaya to bring news.
“I don’t intend to force you.”
So he had to go along with her wishes and keep her placated. Block any reckless ideas from the start.
She was usually all sweet smiles and innocence, but dead serious during her antics.
Unaware of his burning impatience, she simply looked happy that her opinion was accepted—infuriatingly adorable, and he chided himself for finding even that lovable.
“Thank you. More fish?”
“Please.”
He wanted to tell her now that whatever she was thinking was a misunderstanding, that he knew she’d originally been a man and loved her anyway.
He wanted to share their forgotten memories, even if it took days.
Then this foxy woman would remember, grin mischievously, and tease, “So that’s how my seobang saw me all this time?” before pressing those small lips to his.
But the doctor said forcing memories could cause backlash, so he held back desperately. Plus, Hwaya’s sharp glare during the diagnosis meant defying the doctor might make her help Sua run away. Better to obey.
Of course, seeing this fresh side of Sua after so long wasn’t all bad—he could endure. But please don’t make him wait too long. That month she slept felt eternal to him.