Episode 10
Contrary to Yeonwoo’s fears, she was greeted by some familiar—and surprisingly friendly—faces.
“Unicorn! You’re Ms. Yeonwoo, right?”
“Hello!”
They were Noh Young and the crew from Bluerim Media, the freelance film team that had helped her the day she went to pick up Hyunmin.
She had caused such a huge commotion that day that she’d completely forgotten their faces—until now.
“Wow, what are the odds? You said you weren’t in this industry!”
Unlike that day, Noh Young was dressed casually, with his arm slung boldly around Yeonwoo’s shoulders. She’d thought it was the alcohol that made him so forward, but apparently, that was just his nature.
Yeonwoo nodded and lifted a gloved hand with a shy smile.
“I’m working with Dinosaur Food Truck now. Please take care of me.”
The Bluerim Media crew, already cautious around her because of Hyunmin, became even more polite now that she was technically a service provider.
But not everyone’s greeting was welcome.
“Well, look who it is. We meet again.”
“…Hello.”
It was Park Jungman, the man who had “accidentally” brushed against her waist and thigh that night.
“Didn’t see you after that day. But hey, now that we’ve met again, let’s get along, huh?”
His tone was infuriatingly casual, but Yeonwoo simply smiled the customer-service smile and continued serving food.
‘Just eat your carrots, jerk.’
While piling his plate—deliberately loading extra carrots instead of meat—Yeonwoo listened to his endless, meaningless chatter.
“This has to be fate, right? You drink pretty well too. How about next time I take you to my favorite spot? It’s impossible to get a reservation there…”
Yeonwoo tuned him out and slipped outside under the pretense of another task.
He and his group were the last to be served anyway, so it was a perfect escape.
But she must’ve forgotten that her luck was legendarily bad.
“Excuse me.”
The cheerful bounce in her step froze.
She felt her spine stiffen instantly.
“I need to ask you something.”
The voice calling her made every muscle in her body lock up.
Thankfully, it wasn’t Sun Inhyeok himself—it was his manager, Gwanghyun.
“…Y-yes?”
Her voice trembled, though she tried desperately to control it.
She couldn’t bring herself to turn around.
“By any chance—”
His footsteps approached rapidly, heavy and deliberate.
The ground seemed to shake beneath her.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m really busy right now!”
When the man’s hand reached toward her, Yeonwoo panicked.
Pulling her hood low over her face, she bolted.
‘Not the food truck. I have to hide somewhere else—!’
She couldn’t risk dragging the business into her mess,
but she also didn’t know the layout of the film set well enough to plan an escape.
Her feet simply carried her instinctively—
back toward the area where she’d just taken out the trash.
“Hey! You! Stop right there!”
Gwanghyun’s shout echoed behind her,
but once she’d started running, stopping wasn’t an option.
She knew this wasn’t the right way to handle it,
but her body refused to listen to reason.
“Huff… haah…”
Déjà vu.
Or maybe just another round of her cursed luck.
Sweat trickled down her back even though she wasn’t wearing her jacket.
Her chest burned. She wanted nothing more than to collapse—
but unlike before, he was still chasing her.
Frantically scanning for cover, Yeonwoo ducked into a pile of trash bags,
ignoring the stench and crouching low.
Her lungs screamed for air,
but she clamped a hand over her mouth and held her breath.
And then—
a shadow fell across her.
“Hah… It’s you, isn’t it?”
So much for being good at running.
The mountain of a man had easily caught up to her.
While Yeonwoo gasped for air, he barely looked winded.
“N-no, you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Then why were you running?”
Yeonwoo didn’t answer.
Instead, she tried to dash past him again—
but this time, Gwanghyun wasn’t playing.
He grabbed her arm and flung her down.
The sudden motion sent a stack of garbage toppling down on top of her.
“Ugh!”
She instinctively covered her head as wooden debris scraped across her arm.
“What the hell? Why’d you trip yourself like that?”
Seeing blood trickle down her arm, Gwanghyun’s tone softened slightly.
But Yeonwoo barely heard him.
Something far worse had happened—
Her fox ears had surfaced beneath the hood.
“Damn. Of all days to make a scene…”
Garbage spilled everywhere.
Flustered, Yeonwoo scrambled to clean it up,
too afraid that the outline of her ears might show through the hood.
“I-I’m sorry…”
Kwanghyun raked a hand through his hair,
trying to make sense of the situation.
“Forget that. It’s you, isn’t it?”
“W-what?”
“You! The pervert! I’ve seen the CCTV footage a dozen times. Same shoes, same outfit.
And you have the nerve to show up wearing the same clothes?”
At the word CCTV, Yeonwoo froze completely.
Why hadn’t she thought of that?
Of course there’d be cameras. Everywhere.
Seeing her pale face, Gwanghyun’s certainty hardened.
He yanked her arm upward, forcing her head to lift.
She tried to bow her head again,
but it was too late—he saw her face.
“Ha! No wonder the boss told me to check the rookies.
You’ve got a decent face, but you’re just another creepy stalker.
You think I haven’t dealt with freaks like you before?”
“I’m really not a stalker…”
“Oh yeah? Not a stalker?”
His voice rose, full of contempt.
Yeonwoo’s lips trembled, but she couldn’t get another word out.
Just then, several actors who had been passing by turned their heads at the commotion.
Among them, one man strode forward without hesitation—
“What’s going on here?”
Yeonwoo’s head snapped up.
A man in a deep navy hanbok and neatly tied topknot—
Sun Inhyeok.
Every gaze on set shifted to him.
He wasn’t just any actor—he was the director’s favorite and the star under Gwanghyun’s management.
All eyes darted between the manager and the newcomer.
Unbothered by the attention, Sun Inhyeok’s calm gaze swept over gwanghyun…
then landed squarely on Yeonwoo.
For a moment, his composed face cracked.
He met her eyes—then frowned sharply and clicked his tongue.
Gwanghyun froze.
“H-Hyung…”
He knew Sun Inhyeok better than anyone.
The man rarely showed emotion—almost never.
To see even that small flicker of reaction was shocking.
“I was trying to handle this quietly…”
Gwanghyun hurried over, clearly flustered,
but Sun Inhyeok had already regained his usual calm,
his voice low and steady as ever.
“My manager seems to have caused a scene. I apologize.
This lady’s clothes are dirty—please, come to my waiting room so you can clean up.”
Before Yeonwoo could protest, he took her by the arm.
The sudden motion made her stumble, landing lightly against his chest.
Flustered, she straightened immediately,
but his grip didn’t loosen.
‘If I’d known we’d meet like this…’
She would’ve preferred being caught in that underground parking lot.
Now, face-to-face, she couldn’t even look at him.
‘My ears. I need to hide my ears…’
Her free hand trembled as she clutched her hood tighter.
Meanwhile, every pair of eyes was on them—
though perhaps more because Sun Inhyeok’s presence drew attention by default.
The traditional attire only heightened his already striking features.
‘Now’s not the time to admire his looks, Hong Yeonwoo!’
She shook her head furiously, trying to regain focus.
In the background, gwanghyun approached nervously, whispering loud enough for others to hear:
“Hyung, she’s the pants thief! The stalker!”
Even as the manager fumed, Sun Inhyeok remained motionless—
staring at Yeonwoo.
gwanghyun noticed something strange.
Despite Sun Inhyeok’s pale complexion, his ears were burning red.
