Fights in the Guest House

Hong Naeyoung runs an old bathhouse in a demolition village. Naeyoung’s daily routine was very simple. He opens the bathhouse door early in the morning and tends the counter until late at night. And he waits for the mister who took care of him in his childhood.

“Don’t we, perhaps, have we met somewhere before? You look so much like someone I know.”

“Someone might think you’re trying to hit on an old mister like me.”

Then one day, a customer resembling the mister of his dreams visited. A towering height, a burly build, a deep scent, an extremely low voice. Everything was exactly like the mister. From that day on, Naeyoung eagerly anticipates that customer’s visits.

“Kid, stop throwing yourself at me. As you can see, I’m not at an age to play with fire.”

“Is it because I’m a guy?” 

“No. It’s because it’s you.”

“I’ll probably just get over this. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about you for too long, for far too long.”

Naeyoung is confused by how different this man is from the mister he had imagined, but letting go of the feelings he has harbored for so long is no easy task.

“Please don’t appear before me. Why didn’t you let me live without ever knowing…?”

“Kid, falling in love with a mister old enough to be your father, what’s that about?”

In the space where the gruff yet momentarily tender Taegeon meets the pure and devoted Naeyoung, a love as warm and comforting as a bowl of hot gukbap spreads—Sarangbang Ssauna, a guest room of fights or a steamy sauna?