ETP Ch 0

Homing instinct.

A word that every member of society knows, a word I thought was only used when someone was drunk and plastered. I guess it can be used in situations like this too.

“Huh, really. This is crazy.”

Endless, unheard grumbles flowed from small, plump lips like a bird’s beak. Even so, his feet, clad in white sneakers, moved relentlessly towards somewhere.

The complaints coming from his mouth and, in contrast, his body busily moving. The dissonance made Seongyeon feel awkward and anxious about everything he was doing.

Nevertheless, his fingers diligently pressed the password consisting of unfamiliar numbers.

Beep, beep.

A short melody played, and then, coincidentally, the door actually opened.

“Whoa, shit. It really worked.”

His shoulders shook greatly in front of the door, surprised that the numbers he pressed had opened it.

Seongyeon turned the doorknob with trembling hands and cautiously stepped into the entrance.

And at the sight that unfolded before his eyes, a curse word automatically slipped out.

“That Kim Bokseung bastard.”

As if anticipating this very situation, every item in the house had a sticky note attached with a detailed explanation.

Lee Seongyeon, no, now the man who became Kim Bokseung, grabbed his hair and collapsed.

“Th, thiiis…!! Damn you!”

Even a refreshing curse came out in a clear and neat voice, so it couldn’t be helped that his brows furrowed intensely.