"Do you want me dead?" she roared tearfully with a hint of loathing.
Stunned, the big cat shifted and automatically dropped to his knees with an extremely pallid and horrified expression.
"What? No! W-Wifey..."
"Why would I want you dead?I would never!"
He blurted out while shaking. "It's all my fault! Please, punish me however you want. Just don't say it like you hate me!"
Sol stared toward him like a predator ready to strike, but Haejin flung out a hand to block him when she saw how much Hyun was trembling as if in pain.
"Stop! Please! Just—Ha..." she took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Everyone back up and give me some peace for a minute!"
The forest went quiet. Even the wind seemed to pause. The girl furrowed her brows and wiped the water droplets from her face, while her shoulders tremble faintly.
"You know what? This dream is too much for me. I don't know any of you."
They were all part of her imagination and here she was trying to make a point to make them stop. Nam Haejin felt like she was going nuts and yet, why was she not waking up?
"I don't know what this place is. All I know is I went to sleep in my tiny rented room in Seoul, and now I'm in a cave-hut combo surrounded by gorgeous psychos with cute animal ears and tails calling me wife!"
"Wife, you… don't you remember us?" Cain asked with a hint of concern.
Until Hyun blinked and interrupted.
"Ah! Wifey! You really don't remember?"
He stared at her with gleaming eyes looking so wronged and grabbed her hands, placing it on his warm cheeks while staring straight to her eyes.
"How can you not remember this kind of face? This handsome face of mine?! Aww! Why you fucke—erm..."
Coughs.
Hyun decided to shut his trap. He cannot beat Sol anyway.
"..."
Nam Haejin felt her head and wince, pulling her hands away after Sol hit the shameless black cat.
Gods, just what kind of dream is this?
Not this plot device!
Haejin groaned. She had to admit that she was happy before to have seen beautiful people but this is just becoming so complicated. She never knew that her imagination was this wide and great. Not to mention wild and detailed.
Perhaps, she could try writing novels next time and earn some money instead of making her creative juice rot in her weird dreams?
In any case, this whole this is absurd.
"Remember what? You think we're characters filming a drama and I have amnesia now?"
Film?
Drama?
Amnesia?
The two looked visibly confused while Sol's expression turned unreadable.
"Yes, because you see I'm not your wife or anyone's wife. My name is Nam Haejin," she said firmly, trying to take control. "Twenty years old. College student. Works part-time cleaning houses and obsessing over fictional men— ahem! Wait, scratch that one."
She cleared her throat and hid the blush creeping in her face when she saw their expression.
"What I mean is all of these—" she gestured wildly to the jungle-like setting and the three of them before continuing. "— none of this is real. It can't be real, okay?"
The three men exchanged a look and then the panther spoke, visibly perturbed and nervous, "Wifey, what are you saying? You're scaring the shit out of me with your words. This is all real! What do mean none of this is real? The three of us are your mates!"
In his mind, although she can always ditch the others, she can't forget about him!
Hyun turned to the others, trembling.
"Hey, snake-eyes, dog-ears! Don't just stand there and say something! Did... did she really lost her memory?!"
Cain snarled and rolled his eyes.
"And who's fault is it, you dumbass?" He clearly wanted to say more but in the end his eyes only lingered at her shivering form and Sol's unusual silence.
A small, subtle smile tugged the corner of his lips that certainly didn't pass Cain's notice.
Memory loss doesn't sound so bad.
But wanting those men...
When did she met someone from another tribe without his knowledge?
Thinking about having more bastards to compete with, the smile on his face quickly turned to something dark and ominous. Nonetheless, no one said a word, while Hyun was the only one looking all sweaty and panicking.
"Ah! I'm dead... I'm so fucking dead with Geum!"
Meanwhile, looking equally perturbed, Haejin's stomach dropped.
No! No, no, no!
What do you mean real? She may have fantasize about becoming a heroine on a fictional novel but this was too sudden and too much to take.
Come to think of it, why is she not waking up? Is this really that thing they call transmigration?
Insane.
This definitely just way too insane for her to even believe!
And more than that, she wasn't ready for this!
Not the gorgeous danger black noodle. Not the apologetic panther with sad purple-cat eyes. Or the sighing white puppy on the sideline!
And certainly not whatever was waiting next.
She needed a break. A bed. Yes, a comfortable bed and a hot chocolate drink to ease her soul!
Should she go meet a doctor and schedule a therapy session? Wait that's... maybe not, that's too expensive for her right now.
But most importantly—
"I. Need. To wake. The hell. Up."
Haejin pushed the stunned snake off her. She pulled away from Sol and walked in a distance. Away.
But as soon as her cold feet touched the bank, her rotten luck activated like it was part of her written fate to be a klutz.
Right then and there, she saw herself falling sideways in a slow motion stupidly slipping like her precious sanity.
"Wife!"
"Wifey!"
Oh crap.