Friend’s Daughters

Seoul, 2059.

“The government must guarantee the right to life for citizens! Guarantee it!”

“Apply medical insurance for !”

“People without it live up to 80 years. Those with it live up to 280 years. Does that make sense?”

“Free BD200 vaccination! Free BD200 vaccination! Free BD200 vaccination!”

The streets were blocked due to the protest.

A mid-sized sedan came to a halt.

“Sir, it seems we won’t be able to move from here due to the protest.”

Kim, the secretary in the driver’s seat, said as she turned off the autopilot.

“Did it start earlier than scheduled?”

A man in his late twenties leaned forward from the back seat.

His gaze met Kim’s businesslike eyes through the rearview mirror.

The man spoke up.

“What do you think, Secretary Kim? Any solutions? Should I calculate the cost of walking?”

“Why not walk?”

“It’s about 300 meters.”

Han-seok grumbled after checking the map on his phone.

Under his shirt, broad shoulders and solid muscles were faintly visible.

“You should be fine walking that distance.”

Kim turned around.

Her white shirt underneath the black suit was stretched tight, revealing the volume inside.

A glimpse of a sky-blue bra showed through the gap in the buttons.

“Sky-blue?”

Han-seok remarked while looking at Kim’s chest.

She, flustered, adjusted her clothes.

“Is that sexual harassment?”

“Is it a set, top and bottom?”

Kim pursed her glossy pink lips, a displeased expression forming.

Observing the protest march, Han-seok said, “We should head to Gwanghwamun instead of staying here.”

“Probably because there are many people who have received BD in this area. They might feel uncomfortable.”

“Are there many who haven’t received it? What do the statistics say?”

“Only 6% like you have taken BD200, and 48% like me have taken BD40 at least once.”

“How much was it at once? 1 billion?”

“BD200 costs 1 billion. BD40 is 200 million.”