The shame of not being able to do something is nothing compared to them shame of not being able to pee.
The worst situations is left behind when you know you're in a male toilet. Ofcourse.
The manly scent that floated in the air, and the toilet pots all made sense now. Now that you're in such a situation where nothing should make sense everything makes sense.
You know Korean and you're thankful for that, so when the man tries to speak to you in English you made it known that you can speak in korean.
"I'm so sorry"You squeak.
You hear a muffled "fuck" before the knocking on the door ceases.
"Could you please hurry up. The other toilets are either dirty or their flushes don't work" You catch the desperate need from the voice and you decide bravely to unlock the door.
You never ever expected the voice to belong to a handsome dude of probably your age, his dark hair was messily sprawled on his head, but that was all you could notice before some other urgent work pressed onto you.
The guy tried his best to smile at you, his case was an emergency too you could feel it. But when instead of saying something he just weirdly pointed at your stomach and kept his face neutral and his eyes above your head, you realized your half stuck zipper and disheveled T-shirt was creating an unnecessary scene.
Patience was the last word in your dictionary. If not now then never.
"Help please. My zipper is stuck"You let out in a very very small voice. The embarrassment leaving you in between running out and peeing in your pants or just seeking help from the stranger.
Please don't be a pervert. You half screamed.
Unable to register what you said, the said man widened his eyes and moved back, in the process he dramatically hit his back on the sink and let out a deep groan.
You let out a laugh, but the pressure of the laugh was such that you almost wet your panties. Almost.
"Oh FUCK please!!" You screamed. To any human outside it would seem like obvious sex.
He gulped slowly not knowing where to place his hands. His mom had taught him to help everyone in need.
What about this Huh? He thought.
Taking one long stride he placed his long slender hands on your waist, making sure to make the least contact he pulled the hem of your pant from one finger of his left hand and gently fiddled with your zip using only two fingers max.
You were actually amazed by how he kept least contact with your abdomen inspite of being in such a situation.
You could see beads of sweat on his forehead as his concentration on your zip increased.
The few seconds that he took in, you took time to see his face upclose. He was really tall. Because the washroom you were in was at a higher level from the rest of the toilet, he had managed to not let this be a problem.
He was slightly bending his knees, and you had already given up on standing on your toes because the moment you did so, your body bend forward unable to hold you in place and that had put pressure on the guys hand..... Basically your very personal part had put pressure on the guys hand and he had stiffened, so after what seemed like hours he finally released you.
A small box smile out of satisfaction, he gave you a small thumbs up and you dashed into the toilet.
When you came out the guy dashed past you and you awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do you washed your hands and waited for the guy outside.
