Han Nayeon works as a ghostwriter in Hermes Tower, a prestigious company that offers solutions to problems. Choi Junhyub is the man she meets the day she arrives late for work for the first time, the man she's attracted to but has never met before...
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The rest of the night exhausted Mi-eun. In a matter of hours, she used all her connections to send her employees to desirable places and went door to door to explain the situation to the three gwishin's families. Zomzilla, Yook Chan and her brother awoke at different intervals and returned to their inanimate states at different intervals so sometimes she lugged them around or ordered one of them to do the heavy-lifting. She endured cold water on her clothes from Steffie's parents, a door slam from Myeongsoo's family and a hug from Namjun's mother. It didn't help that Myeongsoo and Namjun were neighbours, so the difference in attitude made her question her worthiness. She thought of Nayeon, then Junhyub. What was she to do when she had no clue whether they were dead or alive? She didn't even want to meet their families.
She did the next best thing — wallowing in self-pity with soju. It wasn't that futile, for she discovered zombies drank way better than when they were humans. She giggled, even if she didn't have the right. Laughter was the best medicine, but nothing can save her now.
"Oi, animals shouldn't learn to drink." She slapped the bottle off Zomzilla's paw and wagged her finger, feeling heat rushing to her cheeks. "Pour me a drink."
Yook Chan grabbed the last bottle and downed it. "You're drunk, woman. I'll pay the bill."
"You? What if you bite someone?" Taek-min mumbled.
"I have more self-control than you," he retorted and got up. "We need to find them. They are still alive."
"Who? The gwishin? Use the NecroTech? N and M will fuck themselves dry in there before they move on," said Mi-eun.
The stall owner was a sweet old lady who pitied her too much to bear taking her money. Mi-eun insisted she paid. The back and forth went on till Taek-min split the money evenly before the two women and left the stall. Mi-eun bowed and followed the zombies, tipsy and seeing double.
"It's almost midnight!" Yook Chan said. "Let's go home."
"Home? I have no home. I destroyed it! Yay! Homeless!" Mi-eun pumped her fists in the air. "Repeat after me. Homeless! Homeless! When I say home, you say no! Home!" She swept a hand across the air like a conductor during an encore. "No? No!"
Yook Chan poked Taek-min. "Is she always like this?"
"This is my first time seeing her drunk."
"Nonsense, nonsense! I am not drunk! I am homeless!" She twirled on a foot and laughed.
Taek-min pressed his fingers on his brows. "What now?"
"We find our way home."
Home turned out to be an apartment unit in a dimly lit street. The spick and span state Junhyub lived in grew unrecognisable in a minute. Mi-eun lay sprawled on the sofa, the television flickering, the channels extrapolating the fall of Hermes Tower beyond proportion, and she laughed whenever she saw the poorly chosen image of herself. Zomzilla slept on Yook Chan's head, remaining still even as he brought a few canned soft drinks from the fridge.
