#168
Z-Day. (3)

Na Wu Shin, who thought he was dead, came to his senses and faced the desolate ceiling.

'Am I alive now... .'

He closed his eyes again as he heard the zombies talking through the hallway.

"Let's keep him like this."

"Kanghyeok, it's Hwaun Pharmaceutical. I have to return him anyway."

Anyway, Na Wu Shin is an employee of Hwaun Pharmaceutical, and if an employee silently leaves the company without notice, someone will suspect someday, so he had to be let go.

"I finally found it, are you going to send it like this?"

"There's a way, he's awake."

Na Wu Shin is listening to all the conversations of the zombies. Even though it was a conversation in the hallway beyond the closed door, somehow it was clear as if it could be heard from the side. Kim Junhee noticed the change in Na Wu Shin's breathing and opened the door.

"Oh my... !"

Seeing that terrifying gaze, Na Wu-shin jumped up and tried to run away, but the exit was blocked by Kim Kang-hyeok.

"Do, don't come any closer!"

Na Wu Shin tore off the frame of the iron bed and swung it at Kim Jun-hee and Kim Kang-hyeok. Na Wu Shin hadn't noticed yet, but it was something he would never have done had he been human.

"What are you guys, why did you save me!"

Na Wu Shin breathed heavily. Kim Jun-hee and Kim Kang-hyeok decided to wait until he calmed down.

"What are we going to do now! If you're going to do this, kill me!"

"Mr. Wu Shin."

When Na Wu Shin didn't get tired, Kim Jun-hee called him as if he was sighing.

"Your leg is all fine, right?"

"... uh?"

Na Wu Shin stopped breathing. He lowered his head and examined his leg. The jeans were torn, so it's easy to see the wound, but the wound had healed cleanly, so there was no trace.

"What... how."

"Put that down too. There aren't many beds, but thanks to Wu shin, they were broken."

"This... I... ."

Na Wu Shin dropped the iron frame to the floor. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees.

"Will you listen to me first?"

Kim Jun-hee crouched down in front of him and met his eyes.

The zombies who he knew are going to kill him are persuading him, and his thighs, which had been stabbed, are all clear. Even the bed frame he doesn't even know how did he... .

Na Wu Shin, with a confused expression, didn't understand the current situation, so he blankly listened to the explanation.

"People who are resistant to the virus sometimes come out. Like Wu Shin."

"Me, me?"

"You don't grow old like a zombie."

Kim Junhee tapped his forehead.

"A human being who has only the advantage of zombies that do not die unless you crush them here."

"Aish, that surprised me."

Kim Jun-hee suddenly reached out and grabbed Na Wu Shin's chin and turned it around. Na Wu Shin frowned and tried to shake off his hand.

"Aren't you hungry right now?"

"If I'm hungry, will you buy me some food?"

"See, originally, when a wound like this heals, you have to eat humans while hungry. While losing your temper."

Goose bumps all over Na Wu Shin's body at Kim Jun-hee's dull words.

Who eats humans? Me?

While Na Wu Shin is confused, Kim Jun-hee patted him on the shoulder. His cold, clumsy hands were like being stroked by a robot.

"Wu Shin can't live a normal life anymore."

Na Wu Shin raised his head and stared into Kim Jun-hee's eyes.

"If you want to live, you'd better be protected by us."

"Protect? Aren't you a zombie?"

Na Wu Shin exhaled his breath feeling dumbfounded and looked at Kim Jun-hee and Kim Kang-hyeok alternately. He gritted his teeth.

"It's you bastards who bit me in the first place."

"Mr. Wooshin."

Kim Jun-hee sighs with his head down.

"If Hwaun Pharmaceutical had made a good vaccine, this situation would not have come."

"... what?"

"Do you think they couldn't have made a perfect vaccine?"

"What is that... ."

Na Wu Shin's eyes trembled inexorably. Kim Junhee smiled bitterly.

"They can make it, but they don't make it. Zombies are needed for them to study the advantages of zombies."

Immortality. if you are a greedy human, wouldn't you dream at least once? Don't get sick, and the wound heals neatly. Of course, those who hold power will not covet it.

"Aren't you curious what will happen when they find out about Wu Shin?"

"........"

Kim Junhee grinned. Even so, his eyes aren't smiling, and the corners of his mouth twitched because of the stiffened facial muscles. The laugh was eerie, and Na Wu Shin silently avoided his gaze.

I've laid the groundwork for now. Kim Jun-hee got up from hid seat and he nodded to Kim Kang-hyeok.

"Go home, Mr. Wooshin. You'll find out in a few days."

Kim Kanghyeok opens the door. Na Wu Shin looked at them alternately, then stood up and headed outside.

"Cut! Great!"

* * *

After the morning shoot, it'd lunch time. Ian loosened the muzzle that squeezed his head. It didn't matter because he'd do it again after eating.

"Ian, let's go eat."

Kim Min-jae, who played Na Wu-shin, waited for Ian to take off his makeup before walking side by side.

Kim Min-jae, who was slightly shy, joined Ian's side, whom he had become friendly with. They're the two-top leads, so there are a lot of parts where they got together, so it isn't bad from Ian's point of view.

"Today Jihwan-ssi's fandom came in as a meal tribute."

"Oh, is it?"

Even with the production cost supported by Mflix, it's possible to eat a good meal, but there is no reason not to receive support from the fandom from time to time. In addition, because idol fans are different from sincerity, the staff's mouths are full of laughter.

"This is a gift from Jihwan."

"Wow. Thank you so much, noonas."

Um Ji-hwan is saying thank you over and over again to the fan who is in charge of the support arm. Um Ji-hwan's fans caught their breath when they discovered Ian and Kim Min-jae.

"Wow, what is all this?"

"It's sincere."

Ian and Kim Min-jae opened their mouths while looking at the buffet-style space.

Ian smiled broadly as he saw Um Ji-hwan approaching. At that laugh, his fans behind Uhm Ji-hwan covered their mouths.

"Ji-hwan-ssi, I'll eat well."

"What, What, my fans did it all. Take your present later, too."

"Is there a present, too? Wow, this is what's different about idol fans?"

The gifts from the fans didn't end there. Separately wrapped gifts were prepared for the main supporting actors, writers and directors.

Kim Min-jae gave a thumbs up. Um Jihwan shrugged.

"Aren't you guys doing this?"

"We decided not to receive support from this year."

"Oh, I see."

"Anyway, it can be a burden to the fans."

Hearing the conversation between Kim Min-jae and Ian, Uhm Ji-hwan twitched the corners of his mouth as if he was laughing.

'Isn't it because it's nothing special?'

Things have been going well for Uhm Ji-hwan these days. Everyone called Uhm Ji-hwan a rising star, from Cheonghwa Group's advertisements to press play that came in time. He is so intoxicated with the atmosphere that he sometimes acted immaturely.

'Look closely, these are my fans.'

After finishing his first filming, he's conscious of Ian for no reason. Jin, who is flying near Ian, is relaying the changes in Uhm Ji-hwan in real time.

[He does that again.]

'It's worth being proud of. Look at the sincerity of the fans.'

[I don't think he's proud, but he seems to be passionate about you?]

'Is there one or two people who are angry with me? Oh, the ribs look delicious.'

Actually, Ian thought nothing of it.

* * *

After the meal, a short break was given. It's a very leisurely filming site, with Mflix's ample budget and Director Park Pyo Hyun's values of giving the actors and staff enough time to rest.

"Ian."

"Yes, hyung."

Kim Myung-jin's expression is full of anticipation. Ian couldn't hide his wonder at Kim Myung-jin's expression, which he only sees when he gets off work, and has already appeared.

"What is it? What good is it?"

"Coffee truck is here, come out and check it out."

"Is this our coffee truck? Aren't we not getting support now?"

Ian got up from his seat and followed Kim Myungjin.

'What would happen if it isn't the fans who send a coffee truck? Is it the representative?'

BHL Entertainment CEO Lee Byung-hun had a history of gifting luxury clothes to Ian and the members so that they wouldn't be discouraged because they couldn't receive support from fans.

"Ian, I will eat well."

"Yes, enjoy your meal."

The staff passing by Ian gave him a drink and smiled broadly. Ian, still not sure who sent the coffee or tea, smiled politely and nodded.

Drink the caffeine vaccine and go!

AWY members cheer for [Z-Day] actors and production crew!

"What?"

Usually they just send coffee or tea, but they never came unlike now. Members are distributing drinks, and even Kim Ju-young is among the people who took the shot.

Ian smiled mischievously. Somehow, this was what they were whispering among themselves in the dorm. Ian smiled mischievously and tapped the side of Kim Hyun, who is serving him a drink.

"What's going on?"

"You're here? What do you think? Is it the best?"

Kim Hyun proudly opened his chest. Except for Jo Tae-woong, who is recuperating at his grandmother's house, all of the members of Awy visited the filming site of 'Z-Day'.

"Is Ian here?"

"You're here?"

Lee Ju-hyuk and Park Jin-hyuk, who had approached at some point, are standing next to Ian, drinking coffee.

Ian stared blankly at Kim Ju-young, who is happily lowering the shot.

"By the way, Kim Juyoung, does he know how to make coffee? Why are you doing that?"

"We have a lot of time to play. He even got his barista license. They say he practiced it."

"Crazy."

"Because he's also very talented."

Ian refuted Park Jin-hyuk's words.

"Not subtly, but openly."

"I heard he gets some kind of cooking license."

"Kim Ju-young, what the heck... ."

Ian opened his mouth at the information from Lee Ju-hyuk. He dances well and has a great sense of sound, but he even masters cooking?

'There's a lot to learn from him just by looking around.'

Where is it, the one who complain about what's is he good at and whether he should try My Tube? Kim Ju-young is living harder than anyone else. Ian got a new impetus.

"We originally intended to provide meal support, but they said someone had already applied."

"Ah, the Nine Seven fandom did it earlier."

"What a waste. We were going to come first."

What are you so sorry about? Ian felt something warm welling up in her heart. It was awkward for nothing to feel this way for what the members did.

He got out of the coffee truck and Kim Ju-young approached Ian.

"How is it?"

"Tell us how you feel."

The members surrounded Ian and looked at his reaction. Everyone had high cheekbones, and expecting his answer. Ian said bluntly.

"Is everyone out of work? To do something like this?"

"Look at him, he likes it. Am I right? Everybody give me your money."

Kim Hyun held out his hand and waved it in front of the members. The members booed and put five hundred won from their pockets on Kim Hyun's palm. Ian frowned.

"Aish, did you make a bet?"

"Of course yes and it is very rational.."

"What did you do?"

Park Seo-dam and Kim Ju-young answered Ian's words.

"I bet 'thank you' and say don't know what to do, and Hyun-hyung bet pretended not to be impressed and to speak bluntly."

"Hyuk hyungs bet on laughing awkwardly, saying not to do things like this, and I bet on crying out of emotion."

"How extreme are the options?"

While Ian laughed absurdly, Kim Min-jae lifted a drink and greeted Ian and the members.

"Ian, I'll eat well. I will eat well."

"Please take good care of our hyung!"

Park Seo-dam replied with a bright smile. Ian looked at Park Seo-dam with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't say anything. It was because it was something he often did to Park Seo-dam.

'Is it revenge?'

For what he did so well.

"Ian, I will eat well."

"Director."

"Hello, Director!"

When Director Park appeared, the members bowed and said hello. It was like having an audience with a gangster boss. Director Park chuckled.

"As expected, Ian's members are all interesting people."

The members smiled shyly and scratched the back of their heads. Director Park looked at the faces of Ian and the members and smiled happily, then suddenly proposed to them.

"Now that the members are here, would you like to watch the filming?"

"Really?"

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