Daydreams
A. SEOUL - 1

The sound of the keyboard being pressed, the printed paper from the printing machine as well as Park Jini's high heels. Twenty-five-year-old woman approaching Lee Umji's desk. A translator and editor while part of the novel.

"What's wrong?" tanya Umji fixed the glasses she was wearing.

Park Jini frowned. "You didn't forget tonight, did you?"

Umji took a deep breath. "I'm not coming. There's a lot of work I have to take home," he said, rolling his eyes into the pile of foreign novels he needed to translate.

"When today Mr. Ryeol's birthday, good food will be served," Jini's goda glanced at the unmoved Umji.

As an ordinary employee. The birthday celebration of the boss will greatly help the stomach obtain good nutrition. Especially if the end of the month is like now.

Lee Umji once again rejected Park Jini's offer. He really cannot and does not want to go to a place full of crowds. Fatigue and tiredness were already so piled up on his body. After work later, he just wants to be quickly closed. Rested.

Umji's co-workers including Jini came home early after receiving a message from Mr. Ryeol who had already arrived at the event site. Unlike him who chose to stay for a while to arrange his work before going home.

"You didn't join the others?" A man emerged from another room.

The man had been wearing a backpack that accompanied him every day every peegi worked.

"You alone?" tanya Umji stopped the hand movement on the computer mouse.

Umji turned to look at Ha Mino. An editor who last month moved into the magazine publishing section. Having previously been in the same novel publishing section as where Umji is now.

"I have an event tonight," Mino replies, watching the stack of scripts on Umji's desk.

Mino slowly approached and touched one of the lower script. "It's interesting."

Umji smiles. He knows very well that the choice of manuscripts that always go to the publishing company that if it is considered interesting by Mino then it is really interesting and worthy of publication.

"I never thought you'd be moved to another part. Quite difficult now, let alone the tastes of the market is always changing," said Umji regretting Mino's move.

Mino laughed a little. "I asked for it."

Umji's left eyebrow raised in wonder. "Why? Oh I'm really behind." He then tried to remember after saying the sentence.

Umji recalled a flashback that he had just finished after a one-month leave that required him to return to Busan, his parents' home. Especially if not the recovery period after an accident that left him in a coma for two years.

"I feel like I need a new challenge and I don't want to meet someone in this section" Mino flicked his nails when he said the word 'this section'.

Umji knows very well that the person Mino doesn't want to meet is Jini. Because the two of them were ex-lovers when they joined at the beginning of the company.

"You want to go home together. Those manuscripts are heavy enough for you to carry on your own. Moreover, this is on the fifth floor," said Mino offered.

After thinking Umji accepted Mino's offer to have a private car. The two of them then headed to the parking lot while carrying a stack of manuscripts that were ready to be read by Umji when he returned home.

Once at Umji's apartment not far from the company, Mino took the manuscripts to the door. It was fortunate that Umji's apartment had no problems with the elevator as before.

Umji put the manuscript he brought to the floor and started pressing the password button of his apartment.

"Do I keep it here?" tanya Mino placed it on the front desk of the television, after noticing that the Umji workbench near the side window of the mattress was no empty space. Another stack of manuscripts as well as some electronic equipment made it so full.

Umji Apartment is indeed relatively small which is only one room that is enough to put a bed, work desk, front desk television and bookcase. In addition to the bathroom there is a room that is still integrated with the main room as a kitchen where the bottom of the electric stove there is a washing machine. Fortunately, he had a balcony to dry his clothes.

"Yes, sorry to bother," said Umji also put the script he held next to the manuscript brought by Mino.

"You want to drink something?" tanya Umji offered.

"No need. After this I will drink soju with my college friends" Mino replied with a big smile.

Umji nodded in understanding. He led Mino to the front door. "Thank you, yeah."

Mino who had been outside the door nodded then raised his finger pointing at something that was in front of the big window. "The writing board you made to compile the manuscript charts seems to have been unused for a long time."

Umji followed Mino's index finger, looking at a rectangular object covered in black cloth. "Now I choose to use a tablet pc to make such a thing. Practical."

Mino smiled at Umji's reply. "All right, good night. Have a nice weekend."

"Yes, you too."

Umji closed the door and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. Replacing the shirt he was wearing in his pajamas. The wall clock shows ten o'clock in the evening. No wonder his stomach began to emit sounds of hunger.

He headed for the refrigerator and found no edible ingredients except for his mother's kimchi brought from Busan. So he decided to go to one of the minimarkets near the apartment building to buy ramyeon noodles. But he first wears a large jacket to cover the pajamas he wears.

"Oh you go back to the old taste" said the cashier known as Umji Kwak Siwo. A student who works part-time as a minimarket cashier at the place.

Umji scrunched his forehead. "This is my favorite, indeed" he said reading the spicy taste on the noodle packaging.

Siwo laughs. "You loved the taste of seaweed."

Umji is too tired to remember whether he ever bought ramyeon noodles accidentally or intentionally that had a seaweed flavor. "Maybe it was my birthday" he said. Identical seaweed soup became a mandatory dish at birthdays, so he thought.

Umji ate half-cooked ramyeon noodles with kimchi while watching a television drama. Before heading to bed he picked up the script that Mino had read for a while.

"All about you," muttered Umji reading the title of the script that he felt was quite mainstream.

But the eye of Umji was very keen to be closed so that he had not had time to read the synopsis of the script. He chose to go to bed and pull the blanket while setting the air conditioner until the point is low enough.

Umji felt his body drift. Either because of the effects of fatigue that is too heavy or the cold air. But his body felt so light and then a second later became heavy. His eyes wanted to open but his strength seemed to be gone. His breathing became slow and faint-suffered a voice that was not clear what he meant.

Is he being snubbed?

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