Survive! Gwanggong!

6



Seo Eun-jae and Gwak Seon-woo had agreed to meet in the company parking lot in the evening. Before it was time, Seon-woo decided to head down early and start the car. Since he was going out for dinner with someone, it didn’t seem appropriate to have a chauffeur drive him as he did during work hours. He planned to drive himself.

That said, considering he had only ever driven an average mid-sized domestic sedan, the glossy Maserati belonging to Gwanggong felt a little intimidating. It was similar to the way people tended to maintain excessive distance when encountering an expensive foreign car on the road.

As Seon-woo, feeling a little tense, started the engine, he caught sight of Seo Eun-jae entering the parking lot. Flashing the front lights to signal his location, he gripped the steering wheel firmly.

Eun-jae got into the car with a bright expression. Most office workers finishing a long day would be walking around looking exhausted, but Eun-jae definitely gave off a unique vibe. Maybe that was just the difference between a novel’s protagonist and everyone else.

“Hello!”

Even though this was already their third time meeting today, Eun-jae’s greeting was just as polite as if it were the first. Seon-woo simply responded with a small nod. Maintaining his cheerful expression, Eun-jae fastened his seatbelt and, after getting permission, entered the destination into the navigation system. Iseonja Gukbap House.

Noticing Seon-woo’s gaze, Eun-jae explained as if making an excuse.

“It’s a hidden gem only I know about. Have you ever had gukbap before?”

He must have thought the stare was one of disapproval. To be fair, with this face, it was easy to assume he only ate Western food and looked down on something like gukbap. But in reality, Seon-woo was the kind of person who could happily eat gukbap three times a day and still call it a great meal. The reason he had been watching the navigation screen was simply because the restaurant’s name had a particularly mouthwatering ring to it.

Instead of explaining, he simply shook his head. There was no benefit in saying, Actually, I love gukbap. It was easier to just play along.

“I haven’t.”

“I figured as much. But this place is really good.”

“I’m not complaining. Let’s go.”

Cutting off Eun-jae’s attempt to justify himself, Seon-woo started the car. Driving a high-end foreign car for the first time in his life, he had to make a conscious effort not to let his amazement show on his face.

So this is why people buy these kinds of cars.

The heaviness he had been feeling lightened significantly. Drunk on the smooth ride, Seon-woo remained silent, focusing solely on driving. The quiet inside the car created a suffocating atmosphere, and Eun-jae, seemingly aware of the awkwardness, was the first to break the silence.

“You’re a good driver, Director.”

“Is that so?”

Seon-woo, driving without much thought, answered indifferently. Eun-jae, apparently satisfied just to get a response, continued speaking right away.

“Yeah, I actually expected you to drive more aggressively. Like, speeding at 120 km/h or something.”

For the original Gwak Seon-woo, that image would have been completely absurd. But considering that when he first looked in the mirror after entering this body, even he had thought something similar, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Instead of saying anything, he let out a short laugh. Thanks to the automatic Gwanggong filtering, it came out more like a scoff, but Seo Eun-jae, ever the optimist, laughed along.

Is he just good at socializing? Well, making money off others isn’t exactly easy!

With that thought, Gwak Seon-woo gave a half-hearted response.

“Safe driving is important.”

So would you only be satisfied if I went full-on “Fast & Furious” at 120 km/h with a passenger on a rural highway?

For once, the system accepted his reasoning. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that the passenger beside him was none other than Seo Eun-jae. Scoffing again, Seon-woo ignored Eun-jae’s puzzled glance and focused on driving.

As expected from the name alone, the place Eun-jae had led him to was a shabby gukbap joint. It definitely wasn’t the kind of place you’d typically bring a chaebol to. However, Seon-woo knew very well that these kinds of spots were often the best hidden gems, so he followed Eun-jae inside without hesitation.

Just like in the car, Eun-jae was incredibly chatty inside the restaurant as well. The moment they stepped in, he exchanged greetings with the staff like they were family. And of course, he kept talking to Seon-woo without a break.

“You’ve never been to a place like this before, have you, Director? It might look old-fashioned, but it’s surprisingly good. It really gives you energy.”

“Yeah.”

“I always come here after a night of drinking, but honestly, it’s great anytime. Especially when your stomach’s empty—it’s really filling.”

“Yeah.”

Apparently, this kind of conversation was enough for him. It wasn’t just because of Gwanggong’s personality—Seon-woo himself wasn’t all that sociable either. Watching someone like Seo Eun-jae was almost fascinating. It was a bit tiring, but at least he was a conversation partner who could keep things going even if Seon-woo barely responded. Not bad.

The ox head gukbap Eun-jae confidently recommended was undeniably praiseworthy. Noticing that Seon-woo’s expression wasn’t disapproving, Eun-jae seemed relieved as he asked,

“So? Pretty good, right?”

▶ “It’s not as bad as I expected.”

▶ “I suppose it’s edible.”

▶ “I don’t know how you can eat something like this regularly.”

The third option was obviously out of the question. Knowing that even this much was considered high praise for him, Seon-woo carefully considered his response before finally answering.

“…It’s not as bad as I expected.”

It was barely a compliment, but Seo Eun-jae seemed satisfied. As expected, he immediately launched into Right? I knew it! and a flood of words followed. To an outsider, they wouldn’t have looked like a company executive and an employee speaking for the first time today, but more like close senior and junior classmates.

The conversation hardly ever stopped. Seon-woo responded sometimes of his own will, and other times due to the influence of the system’s choices.

“What kind of food do you usually like, Director?”

“Certainly not this.”

“What are your hobbies?”

“I’m too busy working to have any.”

“Do you actually like Americano?”

“I don’t drink it because I like it.”

Even Seon-woo himself felt like he was making it impossible to continue the conversation, yet Eun-jae remained remarkably persistent. Just as he seemed about to say something else, Seon-woo looked up, deciding to at least listen.

But he never got to hear what Eun-jae was going to say.

“Ack!”

A server, who had been carrying a tray nearby, tripped at the worst possible moment—right next to Eun-jae. The lid of a makgeolli kettle popped open, and the entire contents spilled directly over his head.

The sight of Eun-jae being baptized in makgeolli was so surreal that Seon-woo blanked out for a moment.

Drenched in alcohol, Eun-jae forced a laugh as he wiped his face. He even reassured the flustered server, telling them, It’s okay. Most people would’ve been pissed off in his situation, but he remained surprisingly composed. As the staff hurried off to grab a towel, Eun-jae pulled out some napkins and muttered,

“Today must be one of those days. First, I spilled coffee on myself, and now I get doused in makgeolli.”

Seeing his reaction, Seon-woo had to admit—he really did have a good personality. With no proper response coming to mind, he started scanning the area for something to help dry him off. The most natural thing to say in a situation like this would have been Are you really okay? But, as always, the system provided choices that were anything but natural.

▶ “How do you plan on getting home looking like this?”

▶ “What’s so funny that you’re laughing?”

Seon-woo froze mid-motion. Picking a fight over someone laughing would be an absurdly petty thing to do, but the first option didn’t sit right with him either.

He wasn’t that oblivious. Asking How are you going to get home? was practically begging for this to turn into something troublesome. From experience, he knew it would lead straight into So I guess I have to take you home, or worse, Why don’t you stop by my place first?

I can’t take him home.

Of course, Seon-woo did feel grateful toward Eun-jae. Thanks to him, he’d had his first proper meal all day. It would be more unnatural not to feel a little appreciation. He also genuinely thought Eun-jae had a nice personality.

Since he had already said he was fine, maybe it would be best to just forget about the coffee spill and move on.

The fact that Eun-jae had not only treated him to a meal but also managed to laugh after getting drenched in makgeolli made it clear—he really was a good person.

That didn’t mean Seon-woo had any desire to take him home, lend him a shower, or offer him a change of clothes. He wasn’t the type to let people into his personal space, and besides, today was technically their first real meeting.

“What’s so funny that you’re laughing?”

“Oh, thank you.”

He had to say what the system dictated, but his hands were still free to move as he pleased. While throwing out that unnecessary provocation, he also passed a wet towel across the table. Eun-jae completely ignored the content of the words and simply thanked him for the towel instead.

Seon-woo just stared at him without responding.

“Don’t mind me—finish your meal.”

His gaze dropped to the half-eaten bowl of gukbap. There was still some left, but he wasn’t particularly hungry anymore. Besides, there was no guarantee that the dramatic downpour of makgeolli hadn’t somehow made its way into his food. That alone was enough to kill his appetite.

“I’m good. I’ve had enough. Let’s get going.”

Finishing his sentence, he stood up first, and Eun-jae hurriedly followed. Naturally, Seon-woo headed straight for the counter. Letting Eun-jae pay for his meal felt like squeezing a flea for its liver—too much, even for him. Plus, thanks to him, he’d eaten a proper meal, so he did feel at least somewhat grateful.

He’d checked earlier—Gwanggong’s wallet was packed with sleek, chaebol-worthy black cards. As he reached for one, a makgeolli-soaked Eun-jae suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking the way.

“I told you I’d treat you!”

In the end, after much insistence, Eun-jae successfully managed to pay for the meal himself. Seon-woo, now thoroughly unimpressed, gave him a look of mild annoyance. Noticing the stare, Eun-jae turned his head toward him and, with a sheepish smile, spoke.

“But, Director, my house is kinda far from here.”

Shit.

This was an unexpected development. Seon-woo blinked in surprise, already anticipating where this was going. Before he could even attempt to shut it down, Eun-jae beat him to it.

“I’m really sorry, but… could I borrow a change of clothes? I can’t go home looking like this…”

Before Seon-woo could even try to refuse, the system intervened.

▶ “Sure, just stop by for a bit.”

▶ “Yeah, I guess that’s fine. Let’s go.”

There was no option to say no. No matter what he picked, he was agreeing to it.

Seon-woo stared at Eun-jae’s face and thought to himself, This guy… he’s more cunning than he looks.

Whether he was aware of it or not, Eun-jae just gave another embarrassed smile.


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