One Year Later — Chuseok Holiday.

Incheon Airport was packed with people heading abroad for the holiday. Dreruk, dreruk—the wheels of suitcases rolled noisily over the floor. A tall young man with light blue hair, tied half-up beneath a leather jacket, strolled out of the arrival gate at an easy pace, a head taller than most.

Then, a scream erupted. Camera flashes burst in a flurry. Fans waving pastel-blue lightsticks howled at once.

“We love you, Gyugyu!”
“You’re so fucking handsome, Gyugyu!”
“Ah~ thanks~ you’re all so sweet~”
“Come to Korea more often, oppa!”
“What are you going to eat this time? Songpyeon?”
“Mm~ I came to make songpyeon~”

Blowing a kiss to his fans, Gyugyu tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder. The cheers grew louder; his light blue hair fell messily over his forehead.

“Yeah, I just landed. I’ll be there soon. Ah~ taxi? Nah. Someone special said they’d come pick me up.”

Through the dark tint of his sunglasses, he caught sight of a man standing a few meters away, hands clasped behind his back. Neat brown hair, a tidy suit. A whole year had passed, but he hadn’t changed at all. Gyugyu approached him, even though the man hadn’t turned around—though he had surely felt Gyugyu’s presence.