When the Team Leader is Obsessed, There are Many Late Nights

Having taken a day off, I managed to get home after a few hours of digging around.

How did I find my way home?

I looked up the delivery address on an online shopping mall site.

The door lock had numbers that were particularly shiny, and after trying a combination of birthdays, I easily got in because it was the correct answer.

I realized something after several Dimensional Shifts: my body seemed to recover as the possession occurred.

Well, according to the rules of Dimensional Shift, the original owners of the bodies are either dead or unconscious.

Waking up from a coma and my body, which had died from overwork at the company, being revived were both due to my possession.

It seemed I was living alone, and judging from my phone records, I didn’t contact my parents often.

I lay on the bed in my sparsely furnished studio apartment, dangling my feet as I thought.

“Ah, but aren’t I screwed?”

Regardless of the obsession of the opposite sex or whatever, I don’t inherit memories every time I’m possessed, and I don’t know anything about work, so how am I supposed to adapt?

Even this time, after being possessed, I looked through everything I had done so far, but I couldn’t understand it, so I felt lost.

“Should I keep doing Dimensional Shifts until I end up in a silver-spoon family…?”

I might as well do a real-life reroll.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, worrying about the future, and time passed on its own.

It felt like I had only laid down for a moment, but it was already dinner time.

Growl. My stomach clock rang loudly.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten anything today.”

I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize I was hungry.

I changed into comfortable clothes and went to the convenience store.

At the convenience store, I instinctively grabbed a triangular kimbap, then paused.

‘This is a food that the deceased used to enjoy.’

It was the food I ate before I died in the last dimension, so I felt uneasy.

“Well, since I’m here, let’s eat some gukbap.”

I decided to find a sundae gukbap place with decent reviews nearby.

Sundae gukbap is one of my favorite foods. It’s cost-effective, but when you mix rice into the hot and spicy broth, it invigorates your body.

The effect is usually doubled when you eat it in winter, but the taste doesn’t diminish even if you eat it in early summer like now.

I mixed a generous amount of rice into my special sundae gukbap, pressing it down with a spoon and stirring.

A plate of assorted sundae was also placed in front of the gukbap. It was a large amount even for an adult man, but today I felt like eating until I was full.

It was because my soul had been starving for three Dimensional Shifts.

“Ugh.”

I put the rice I scooped up with a spoon into my mouth, but it was too hot, so I couldn’t spit it out or swallow it, and I let it cool in my mouth.

And a glass of water.

The roof of my mouth was scalded and numb, but I liked the sensation.

Sundae gukbap is a delicious food across all dimensions.

“Now… it’s time for the assorted sundae.”

I picked up a slice of pyeonyuk with my chopsticks and dipped it in ssamjang.

Om nom nom.

I felt like the gloomy mood was clearing up.

This is healing, this is ecstasy.

If someone saw me, they might feel sorry for a seemingly healthy man eating gukbap while grinning, but I don’t really want to stand on ceremony.

What kind of ceremony is there in a gukbap place anyway? You just eat as you please and leave.

As I was enjoying the gukbap with a few spoonfuls, someone entered the store with a jingle.

“I didn’t expect to find you in a place like this. And I didn’t know you liked gukbap.”

Someone sat down in front of me, and I instinctively sensed that I was screwed.

“Cough… Team Leader Lee Mina.”

Lee Mina, with her black bob that suited her well, was in front of me in the same outfit she wore at the company today.

She looked at me with a blank expression.

Surprised by her sudden appearance, I choked and coughed, and she naturally handed me water.

“Thank you.”

After coughing a few more times, the coughing subsided, and I caught my breath and thanked her.

“You’re welcome.”

“But what brings you here? Did you come to eat gukbap too, Team Leader?”

Her eyebrows slightly raised and lowered at the word ‘Team Leader’.

“No, I saw Inho on my way home from work. I just came in.”

“I see. Do you live near here?”

“I think I mentioned it before.”

“I guess I forgot.”

“Is that so? By the way, Inho.”

“Yes?”

Leaning forward, she asked.

“Why are you calling me Team Leader?”

“Ah… I wonder why.”

What? Did we call each other differently in private? What did I call her that made her react like that?

I quickly thought back to the company I used to work at. If we called each other differently in private, we must have been quite close.

We’re probably not dating, and the age… I don’t think we’re the same age.

Well, I’ll just try it and say it was a joke.

“Then… Mina noona?”

As I said that while tilting my head, her usually expressionless face turned red in an instant.

With a ‘pong’ sound effect, she turned her gaze away with a flushed face.

“N-no. Our company doesn’t use titles and attaches ‘nim’ or ‘ssi’. I was going to talk about that.”

Looking at her, who was speaking in a barely audible voice, I doubted if this was the same person who had been exuding cold air in the conference room earlier.

“It was a joke.”

“It was a joke?”

When I started eating the gukbap again, she returned to her expressionless state as if nothing had happened.

“Inho, if you’re just embarrassed, I’m okay with it. Well, you can call me ‘noona’ outside of work, you know.”

As I watched her start her story while pretending to be logical, I put a slice of pyeonyuk in my mouth.

‘Damn it, I pressed the wrong switch again.’

I guess I’m just unlucky with my guesses.