Breakfast with the Enemy

Before I possessed this body, Seong Chanyeong had attempted suicide—something that didn’t exist in the original story.

The fact that I entered his body afterward could reasonably be interpreted to mean that the real Seong Chanyeong had died.

‘The reason he attempted suicide… was probably because he was suffering.’

The scars left on this body—ones that seemed to have been made multiple times before—were etched with resentment toward Seo Eunsu and the Alphas who loved him.

Longing, jealousy, hatred, the desire to become like him—those thick, tangled emotions made my stomach churn.

If that Seong Chanyeong saw this situation now…

If he were still alive, he might want to kill me and take back his life as Seong Chanyeong.

Thinking that far made me feel both depressed and scared, so I hugged General tightly and crawled onto the bed.

“I wouldn’t mind going back. I’ve already achieved what I wanted.”

In my original life, I had given up on farming because of my weak body.

But here, I could do it.

That alone made me incredibly grateful.

It was an unreachable wish, but I wanted to return to my original world and eat the meals my parents made.

I even wanted to hear my sister ramble endlessly about BL novels again.

I missed my siblings, my friends—everyone.

‘Was this how he felt…?’

My eyes grew damp.

I didn’t want to understand Seong Chanyeong, but realizing I was alone in this world made tears fall anyway.

‘Why did it have to be me who got possessed?’

If this had followed the usual transmigration trope, it should’ve been my sister—the passionate reader—who got sent here, not me.

I was just a tired bystander dragged along by her recommendations.

Seeing me quietly crying, General licked away my tears.

“Whine…”

“Sorry. Your dad’s too soft, right? I should be strong in front of you.”

Even taking General in had been scary.

If I were to suddenly leave this body, who would take care of him?

‘I don’t even want to imagine it, but… if the real Seong Chanyeong came back…’

That would be pure horror.

General wouldn’t be safe.

Seong Chanyeong hated small, weak creatures.

He saw no value in keeping powerless beings around.

‘Please… let that never happen…’

I couldn’t fall asleep.

The appearance of the male leads had thrown my once peaceful mind into chaos.

And trying to figure out the fundamental reason for my transmigration only made me more exhausted.

“I really hope those bastards don’t come back. You too, right, General?”

As I lay down, General naturally wriggled back into place beside me.

When I asked him while pulling the blanket over us, he gave a small yawn and barked softly.

“Seo Eunsu should leave soon too… I’d feel more at ease then…”

Thinking of Seo Eunsu sleeping soundly in the annex made the boiled chicken I had eaten earlier feel like it was rising back up my throat.

I needed to fulfill the contract conditions before sending him away, but the male leads’ lukewarm reactions made me uneasy.

‘He’s not going to just stay in my house forever instead of leaving with them, right?’

I hoped not.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened.

[Wake up! It’s morning!]

“Ugh…”

I woke up at 7 a.m. to the alarm.

Like usual, I greeted the morning, fed General, and stepped outside for my morning exercise.

‘Chanyeong’s body is already strong, but since I have it now, I should take good care of it.’

That mindset had turned jogging into a daily habit.

Dressed in workout clothes, I lightly ran along the nearby trail while walking General.

After running for a while, I spotted several large men in the distance.

From that moment, my chest sank uneasily.

“Grrr… woof!”

“…Ah. General. It’s those guys from yesterday…”

“Woof! Woof woof!”

General’s sharp barking confirmed it.

Just as I turned to run away, someone quickly grabbed my shoulder.

“Let go!”

“Let’s talk, Seong Chanyeong.”

It was Baek Dojun.

His face was flushed red, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had run nonstop.

Behind him came Joo Taegang, Cha Yoonchan, and finally Yoo Iseo.

Get lost, you cockroach-level bastards.

“…Didn’t you hear what I said yesterday? Or did you forget? I told you to get lost.”

“I know. I understand that you were startled to see us.”

That pitiful look won’t work on me, you idiot.

I’m not Seo Eunsu.

Then again… maybe it wouldn’t work on him anymore either.

“If you understand, then leave. I didn’t expect you to still be hanging around.”

“We know your current condition. We can’t just leave. It won’t take long, so please give us some time.”

Baek Dojun pleaded with a desperate expression.

His tired eyes made him look pitiful enough that I almost considered hearing him out.

‘But what’s wrong with my condition?’

So this guy’s no better either.

He’s not about to start talking nonsense like Joo Taegang yesterday, is he?

‘If he stayed just to get on my nerves again, I’ll throw salt in his face this time.’

With red beans too.

I’ll curse them like ghosts and chase them out.

I should’ve at least brought my weapon—the broom—with me.

“It’s not hard to spare a little time. But first, I want to hear why you came looking for me. I’m not just going to follow you blindly.”

“Alright. I’ll tell you. Then let’s go to a café I found…”

Grrrrrrr—

“……”

“……”

“…Woof?”

A silence colder than winter wind fell.

Even General, who had been itching to attack them again, tilted his head in confusion.

‘I already ate…?’

Taking care of General had made me more disciplined.

The housekeeper’s nagging helped too.

And honestly, I wanted to build an even stronger body and expand my farming.

Today’s breakfast had been a textbook Korean meal.

Five of the most beloved side dishes were laid out.

It was the housekeeper’s masterpiece, prepared at dawn with full effort.

A well-fermented kimchi stew filled with aged kimchi, bean sprouts, tofu, and fresh pork.

Soft rolled omelet with finely chopped green onions and eggs.

Glossy grilled mackerel.

Spicy braised tofu.

And stir-fried pork, perfectly balanced between belly and loin, coated in a sweet and spicy sauce.

Alongside homemade pickles and perfectly cooked brown rice, it rivaled a royal feast.

It was far too lavish for breakfast.

I had been so surprised I asked her,

–“Whoa… ma’am, what is all this? You must’ve worked so hard since dawn…”

–“I made it so you could eat well and gain strength, young master. Do you like it?”

–“Like it? This is amazing. I’m drooling already.”

Even though I maintained a routine, I usually couldn’t be bothered to prepare elaborate breakfasts.

Most days, I just ate leftovers—or if there weren’t any, boiled eggs, salad, or a couple of sausages.

‘The typical struggling single-person breakfast.’

So this spread shocked me.

By the time I went to check the fridge, she had already prepared everything like a house spirit.

–“Thank you, but please don’t do this next time. You’ll tire yourself out. What if I start expecting this every day?”

I had meant it as a joke, but she nodded happily.

–“You’ve already supported me so much and given me such good working conditions. I’d be glad to do it. You remind me of my grandson.”

Wait. That’s not good.

–“No, really, it’s fine!”

–“You had a hard time with those ruffians yesterday, so you need to eat well. I worked hard on this.”

–“Ma’am…!”

Typical Koreans.

Living off meals, expressing affection through food.

As I ate, yesterday’s frustration melted away.

‘So this stomach growling… definitely isn’t from me or General.’

Looking at them, everyone except Yoo Iseo had turned red like boiled tomatoes.

“Um… hey. You guys didn’t eat?”

“N-no, of course we ate—”

Grrrrrrr—

Cha Yoonchan tried to deny it, but his stomach roared like thunder.

“……”

I almost felt bad.

Sensing my pity, he snapped,

“What?! We came this early, of course we might not have eaten!”

“I didn’t ask.”

I don’t care about your situation.

“…Ugh.”

He turned red to his ears, looking close to tears.

“Did none of you eat? I heard more than one stomach growling.”

It was practically a symphony.

“If guests come, shouldn’t the host treat them? You’re just leaving us standing here!”

‘What nonsense is this guy spouting?’

He skipped breakfast and is blaming me?

That tiny bit of sympathy I had instantly vanished.

I almost started questioning the very nature of Alphas.

Baek Dojun, now red like a tomato too, spoke instead,

“We didn’t eat. We stayed at a nearby hotel, but it’s far, so it took time to get here.”

“So?”

“So… we came back to talk to you. We were worried you might disappear again.”

“……”

“If it made you uncomfortable, I apologize.”

Even while hungry, he explained calmly and apologized.

That deflated my anger a bit.

“…Fine. Follow me.”

“W-where?”

“My house. I can’t just leave hungry people like this. Eat first, then we’ll talk.”

Damn it.

Even if they’re just characters in a novel, they’re still fellow Koreans.

I couldn’t just ignore them.

I had a bad feeling I was digging my own grave…but I ignored it.

Let’s just eat first.