The Director Stuck in the Wall

Introduction to the Work: "Wh-What are you doing?" Geon-woong asked urgently, his voice trembling. He tried to remain calm, but he couldn't. The back of his neck prickled. He could feel, quite explicitly, what Seon-ha's fingertips, touching his ankle, were about to do. "I'm checking. How much you're wedged in." Seon-ha's hand moved slowly, groping at his calf and the back of his knee. It was a languid movement, as if she were touching an item on display. Goosebumps erupted all over his body, and he trembled. Geon-woong's upper body, stuck between the shelves, shifted. He felt like he had to get out of this gap right away.