Trying to avoid her stalker neighbour, Kim Hana ends up running errands late as a sudden unexplained phenomenon traps her and the CEO of her new job, Kang Seo Joon in a transverse plane to be contract killers. Struggling to keep their life private from their colleagues while pretending to be husband and wife in the transverse plane, they rely on each other to get out of the situation they suddenly found themselves in, no matter the cost.

Except:
“Don’t think about it too much,” he said and she looked up from the tablet.
“You seem to assume you know what I am thinking,” she commented.
“I have handed a lot of people things to sign,” he said and she swallowed and used the stylus to sign where necessary. 
“You are right to be weary,” he said as he took back the tablet, “Don’t ever sign any document carelessly unless I gave it to you,” he said and her eyes followed his hands as he retrieved a bag and handed it to her. Inside were her medication and a box containing three rings, a pair of earrings and a bracelet. She did not need telling that these were very expensive brands.
“What in the K-drama are these?” she asked and could not control the laughter that broke from his throat. It was a deep and soft laugh. She was so taken aback by it that she paused and stared for a moment. She was busy with all that was happening around them all this while, but now that she thought about it, he was really good-looking.

Like something straight out of a Kdrama, there is a rich heir and his poor employee, who have come to each other's company through unusual means. Like a scene out of a telenovela, a young inexperienced girl is thrown into a large clan and must find her feet in this new family. Like a page ripped from a Wattpad novel, a young girl must navigate her relationship in the shadows of korea's underworld akin to the mafia and prove herself worthy of being there, whilst protected fiercely by a deeply complicated man. Red String Over NamHan River is a story of two different pe

Red String Over NamHan River

“The assignments will be distributed according to schedule. Freelancers are welcome to use the training room to try out weaponry or exit the orientation,” 011 said, and Kang Seo Joon pressed the exit button without thinking twice. 


Kim Hana and Kang Seo Joon were back on the plane. Very little time had passed since they left. 


Kim Hana let out a breath; she did not realize she was holding and collapsed on the bed. 


“I don’t know why I have subconsciously thought that the people on the other end may be machines. That bot 011 has to be human,” Kim Hana said. She took off her mask and tried to adjust to the pressure on the plane. 


“Someone is controlling the entire 011 persona. But it is not the same person as the first time we met them at the supermarket,” he answered, changing out of his clothes. 


Kim Hana looked away from him, wondering if he has no sense of privacy in his head. 


“So, Sunday, huh?” Kim Hana asked. Kang Seo Joon glanced at her form curled up on the bed. 


Meeting the team