Episode 1
“Ugh…”
Ah, my head hurts.
I must have drunk a lot at the company dinner yesterday. My head feels like it’s about to explode.
‘How long did I sleep?’
I reached out beside my pillow to find my phone.
Even when I’m drunk, I always leave it in the same spot.
Still lying down with my face in the pillow, I reached out with my hand.
But then…
Something soft.
“…?”
My fingers touched something really soft and smooth.
‘It’s not a cushion.’
But it felt squishy and silky, almost like velvet or silk.
It felt like… human skin?
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
“…Huh?”
I opened my eyes quickly—and right in front of me was smooth, pale skin.
A soft neck, clear collarbones, and below that, a gentle curve leading to…
A woman’s chest.
Still all skin. Nothing but skin.
My brain froze.
A woman was lying next to me, completely naked, peacefully asleep.
And the worst part?
‘Yusia?’
She was the youngest intern in our team.
She joined just three months ago.
She was still a contract worker and hadn’t even finished her first year.
‘What the hell is going on…?’
Our clothes were on the floor, messily thrown off.
One look around and I could tell—this was a motel.
‘What happened last night?’
I started thinking hard.
‘Dinner…’
Right. We had a team dinner.
Yesterday, we made a huge contract deal, so our director gave us a company credit card with no limit.
We ate expensive beef at the first place, then grilled intestines at the second.
Everyone drank like crazy.
By the third round, no one was sober.
My coworker Choi was passed out, and the others were too drunk to talk properly.
I was super drunk too. Yusia was beside me, laughing while staring at a spoon.
At around 3 AM, we left the bar. Everyone was a mess.
“Sir, I really can’t drink anymore.”
“Come on, we’ll lose the card tomorrow!”
“I can’t. If I drink more, I won’t make it to work.”
“It’s the weekend tomorrow, remember?”
The manager clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“Okay, Park, you can go. But Oh and Song, let’s keep going.”
“Of course! We’re in till the end!”
Then the manager looked at me.
“What about you, Song?”
I felt terrible.
I enjoyed the first two rounds, but by the third, I couldn’t tell water from alcohol.
I wanted to go home and sleep.
But…
“I’ll keep going too!”
In the workplace, you can’t always do what you want.
Promotion exams are coming up, and it’s an important time of year.
Even if we go to round five, I have to stay till the end.
Then suddenly—
Thud—Yusia collapsed on the ground.
“Wow, she’s totally drunk.”
“Hehe… Yep. I’m drunk.”
“Let’s put her in a taxi and go on.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
But it was hard to get a taxi at 3 a.m.
Yusia could barely walk and was clinging to my sleeve.
“We’ll be here all night. Song, you take her home. We’ll send you the next place.”
“Okay.”
After they left, I finally got a taxi.
I put Yusia in the back seat and asked, “Where do you live?”
“I dunno. It’s a secret~.”
“You have to tell me your address, or you can’t go home!”
“Nooo~ Daddy told me not to tell anyone…”
After about five minutes of arguing, the taxi driver got annoyed.
“Sir, can you please get out?”
“…Sorry.”
I gave him 10,000 won and pulled Yusia out.
She just laughed and clung to me again.
“What do I do with you…?”
I couldn’t send her home without an address.
And I couldn’t take her to my house either. It could be dangerous.
“Okay, Yusia. Let’s walk a bit to sober up.”
“Okaaay~”
It was the only choice. She needed to sober up a little.
But we only walked about 10 minutes before she complained again.
“My feet hurt. I can’t walk anymore~”
“…Then what do we do?”
“These heels are killing me~”
She looked like she would fall any moment.
So I found the closest motel.
‘Let her sleep here, then I’ll leave.’
To avoid any misunderstanding, I made sure the lobby had a CCTV camera before going up.
I planned to just put her in bed and leave.
I even turned on my phone’s voice recorder, just in case.
“Yusia, sleep here. I’m leaving now.”
“Mr. Song… Mr. Song…”
“What now?”
As I turned to leave—
Grab—Yusia hugged me.
That was it.
A drunk young man and woman.
A motel room full of strange energy.
Skin contact that triggered our hormones.
The rest was obvious.
“…Damn it.”
I messed up my hair.
Now that I remembered last night, I felt even more confused.
Most people try to run away after a one-night stand.
But…
‘I know her.’
She’s my coworker.
I can’t just avoid her now.
Forget about last night—
‘How do I even face her at work?’
Before I could figure out what to do…
“Mmm…”
Yusia moved beside me.
She stretched her arms and legs, then slowly—very slowly—opened her eyes.
She looked shocked, staring at me with wide eyes.
“…”
“…”
We sat in heavy silence.
Then, without a word, we both turned around and started getting dressed.
I wanted to go home right away.
But first, we had to talk.
While I buckled my belt, I looked at her back as she fastened her bra.
“…Wanna go get hangover soup?”
Later
Slurp.
Slurp.
We ate hangover soup at a 24-hour place near the motel.
We were silent.
As expected, we didn’t order rice.
We just drank the soup. After all that drinking, the soup was all we needed.
It helped me feel a bit better.
But as I sobered up, reality hit me hard.
She was really pretty.
Beautiful face, great body. She was popular at work too.
But that’s all.
‘I don’t want to date her.’
I’m 31.
Too old for casual relationships.
I need someone to marry.
But Yusia? She’s 24.
She’s flashy.
She carries different luxury bags to work.
She never wears the same outfit.
She talks about all her trips abroad.
‘She’s too fancy.’
This was her first job. Who knows how much debt she has?
Dating her? I’d go bankrupt fast.
Last night was a mistake.
Just a one-time thing.
We’re adults. No need to cling to it.
I was about to say—
“About last night…”
But then—
“Mr. Song, I…”
She cut me off.
“I liked it.”
“…What?”
“It was my first time.”
Clatter.
I dropped my spoon.
Bzzz.
Her phone started ringing.
“…Ah.”
She looked like she had to take it.
“I have a really important appointment today. Let’s talk later, okay?”
And just like that, she left the restaurant.
‘…What?’
My head throbbed.
She’s 24… and I’m her first?
‘Come to think of it, she did seem like it last night…’
But that’s not the point.
‘Wait. Is she trying to trap me?’
I’m on track for promotion in a big company.
‘Is she trying to marry me?’
Now I really had a headache.
‘This is really bad…’
That Evening – Seocho, Seoul
At a huge mansion in Naegok-dong.
The walls were over 3 meters tall, and trees surrounded the whole house.
Fancy cars were lined up outside.
This was the house of Yoo Jin-gap, chairman of HR Group.
Once a month, he met with his direct descendants to talk about the company and family.
Even daughters-in-law weren’t allowed—only people with Yoo blood.
The table was full of luxurious food.
Soon, one by one, the Yoo family members arrived.
But there was something unusual.
Only men.
All boys, everywhere.
Chairman Yoo had five sons. Each son had sons. The fifth son had three sons himself.
That made 13 grandsons in total.
At first, they thought it was genetic.
But the doctors said it was just… luck.
Then, finally…
“A princess! It’s a girl!”
The youngest child of the fifth son was a girl.
After 13 boys, finally—Yusia was born.
“Hello, Grandpa.”
“Oh, my granddaughter!”
“Did you stay healthy, Grandpa?”
“Yes.”
“Good evening, Chairman.”
“Mhm.”
The grandsons greeted him, but Chairman Yoo just gave short answers.
But then—
“Grandpa!”
Yusia arrived.
“My sweet girl!”
His face lit up with joy.
“You got even prettier!”
He smiled wide.
With five sons and 13 grandsons, of course he would adore his only granddaughter.
Especially when she was prettier than most actresses.
“My girl, want something special to eat?”
“Oh, Grandpa. I eat everything!”
“Right, right. But why are you being so formal with Grandpa?”
“I have to speak politely. What if I slip at work?”
“You don’t have to with me…”
“Nope. I keep it professional at work.”
“My little girl’s all grown up!”
“Hehe, thank you.”
Dinner began.
Since many grandsons were of marriage age, the topic came up.
“Father, we got a marriage proposal for Jung-hoon.”
That was the 12th grandson.
“Is it someone I picked?”
“Yes.”
All the grandsons had arranged marriages.
It was normal in a chaebol family.
Daughters of bank CEOs, politicians, judges, tech founders…
But the problem was Yusia.
Her father spoke carefully.
“Dad, we got a proposal for Yusia.”
From the son of a former president, no less.
Anyone would say yes.
But—
“No.”
Chairman Yoo refused right away.
“She’s still young and pretty. Why would I give her to some guy?”
Everyone nodded—her uncles and brothers.
The Yoo family might fight over shares and business, but there was one rule:
Protect Yusia.
None of them would let her be used in politics or business.
“Yusia.”
Chairman Yoo spoke softly.
“You don’t need an arranged marriage. Just be happy.”
Yusia suddenly looked up.
“Grandpa.”
“Yes, my girl?”
“I met someone I want to marry.”
She spoke calmly—like it was nothing.
“I want to see where things go with him.”
Suddenly, the whole house fell silent.
No more voices.
Not even the sound of a spoon.
It was like the calm before a storm.
