Episode 3
Yeonwoo, who normally avoided drinking, found it hard to stay conscious under the strong influence of alcohol. Her mind was fogging over, and she knew — if she blacked out and her ears happened to pop out, it would be a disaster beyond imagination.
She hurriedly escaped the crowded hall and made her way down a dim corridor where fewer people passed. It was the direction Noh Young had mentioned earlier — where the private rooms were located.
Passing several doors that echoed with laughter and chatter, she finally spotted a restroom sign at the end of the hallway.
‘Restroom, restroom…’
Staggering heavily, Yeonwoo swung the door open — only to find someone already inside.
It wasn’t a normal sight. A man sat on an open toilet — fully clothed.
It was such a bizarre scene that under normal circumstances, she might have been alarmed, but Yeonwoo’s mind was already unraveling. The moment she thought she’d found refuge in a quiet restroom, the tension she’d been holding onto completely dissolved. Her last thread of rationality evaporated.
“Oh…! I’m so sorryyy!”
Her face flushed red, Yeonwoo turned to flee, but her legs gave way beneath her. Despite her best effort to steady herself, her alcohol-soaked body refused to obey. She fell backward onto the floor with a dull thud.
Thankfully, the alcohol dulled the pain, but the floor swayed and spun beneath her. Her legs felt useless, and she ended up lying there, sprawled out and dizzy.
‘Gotta get up…’
Blinking up at the ceiling, she sensed a gaze on her and turned her head. The man, still seated, was staring silently down at her.
Fighting through her drowsiness, Yeonwoo half sat up, blinking blearily at his face that looked oddly familiar.
“Why do you look… so familiar?”
“…What are you doing? Please leave right now.”
His cold voice snapped her out of her daze. A chill ran down her spine, and she stiffened.
“Ah, s-sorry. I just— really had to go. I’ll… I’ll be quick.”
Only now did it hit her — this was a restroom. A very strange one, without partitions, but still. Talking to someone mid-business? She was definitely drunk.
She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled uselessly. After a few awkward attempts, she gave up and crawled toward the wall, using it to pull herself upright.
Still muttering under her breath, she stumbled toward a curtain in the corner.
“Weird… who puts curtains in a bathroom? Must be hard to wash. Maybe they send it out for cleaning? With how big it is, changing it’d be a pain too.”
Yeonwoo, in her drunken concern, worried about some imaginary employee’s laundry duties while fiddling with the curtain. Not once did her alcohol-numbed brain question why a bathroom would even have a curtain.
Then suddenly, she froze.
“Wait… who was that guy?”
The man was still there, unmoving. But when she approached again, he abruptly looked up — startled — as if realizing she was getting closer.
His brows, sharp and well-formed, tightened in discomfort as she approached.
“Haven’t we met before?”
Normally, Yeonwoo would never behave like this. Walking up to a stranger and blurting something that sounded like a cheesy pickup line? Impossible. But now, drunk out of her mind, she leaned closer and closer, trying to get a better look.
‘Ah! His name was… what was it? Sun…? No, that’s not it…’
She squinted, trying to recall the name attached to that familiar face she’d seen in some article. She leaned in — close enough that her breath brushed his skin.
The man’s face flushed deep red, but his hands were pale and trembling as if gripping the seat too tightly.
Right before she could remember his name, Yeonwoo noticed his odd state — cold sweat running down his neck, tense and shaking.
“Are you… sick?”
Her eyes trailed down from his damp neck to his lower body — and froze.
Even through her drunken haze, she realized something was wrong. The man hadn’t even pulled down his pants, yet it looked like he’d wet himself.
“Are you okay…?”
Her voice trembled slightly. The gray fabric of his pants made the spreading wetness obvious.
She hesitated, then gently tapped his knee, trying to show concern.
“You must’ve had a lot to drink.”
Totally oblivious to her own state, Yeonwoo worried for the stranger who’d apparently wet himself. She glanced around, whispering softly as if afraid someone might overhear.
“I, um… can’t really leave right now, so I’ll just wait behind the curtain. Take your time, okay?”
Convinced he just needed privacy, Yeonwoo reached for the curtain behind him. As she leaned forward, her upper body brushed his head lightly.
“Why won’t this thing move?”
While wrestling with the unmoving curtain, Yeonwoo didn’t notice when his cold hand suddenly grabbed hers. His grip was so strong she nearly fell.
“…What are you?”
The man’s trembling eyes — bloodshot and filled with confusion — met hers.
It was Seon In-hyeok.
Though he was the one holding on, he looked more shocked than she did.
Because he wasn’t just embarrassed — he was terrified.
Not because someone saw him in this humiliating position… but because of what had just happened to his body.
He — a man incapable of arousal — had just reacted for the first time in his life.
* * *
Contrary to the rumors that he dated every actress he worked with, Seon In-hyeok was the very definition of restraint — a man who had never once even experienced a wet dream.
He’d earned the nickname “The Gentle Trash” from antis, but in truth, he was almost monk-like in his self-control.
Seon In-hyuk’s issue wasn’t physical — doctors had called it psychological. But since it didn’t affect his daily life, he’d never bothered to “fix” it.
And now, nearing thirty, the impossible had happened — in front of a complete stranger.
“You can’t just hole up in a private room when everyone else is waiting, you know.”
Director Min Sang-cheol’s voice had rung out earlier, pulling everyone toward the main hall. No one dared refuse — except In-hyuk.
“I’ll join in a bit. I just need a moment to sober up.”
The director had sighed but let it slide — he’d always had a soft spot for In-hyuk.
Left alone,Seon In-hyeok had begun regaining clarity. That was, until the door burst open and a young man with light brown hair stumbled in.
At first, he just felt something off. But then—
‘What is this…?’
A strange heat crawled down his spine, settling in his abdomen. The room seemed to tilt, his senses warping.
By the time he locked eyes with the intruder, that unfamiliar heat had concentrated entirely below his waist.
It wasn’t urine. It was arousal.
Something he thought he was no longer capable of.
And he couldn’t control it.
Even as he told himself to push the stranger away — to call security, to do something — his hand refused to let go.
“What did you do to me?”
He tried to convince himself it was some trick, some drug, something external — but the sensation felt too real.
Yeonwoo, meanwhile, only saw a man looking pale and feverish.
“You’re sweating so much… did you eat something weird? How much did you drink?”
But her slurred words barely reached him. All In-hyuk could hear was the pounding of his own heart.
“Ugh…”
The pain and pleasure mixed until he doubled over. Yeonwoo, startled, dropped to her knees before him.
“It’s okay! I’ll… help you.”
“What…?”
In her mind, “helping” meant cleaning up a drunk who’d made a mess. After all, she’d worked part-time in motels and bars — she’d cleaned up far worse.
“Really, don’t be embarrassed! I’ve seen plenty of drunk guys mess themselves. I’ll just wash this real quick, okay?”
The alcohol and her overly kind heart made for a dangerous combination.
She unbuckled his belt before he could even react.
“W–wait, what are you—”
His strength failed again, his body collapsing forward so that his forehead brushed her shoulder. His hands clutched at hers helplessly, trying to stop her.
“Ugh…”
But she persisted, frowning as the fabric resisted.
“Why won’t this come off? Hold on!”
To her, she was just helping a drunk stranger. But to him — every movement, every touch — was electric.
And for the first time in his life, Seon In-hyuk was afraid of his own bod
