The airport was crowded, yet everything felt strangely still. The hum of passing conversations, the rhythmic tapping of suitcase wheels against the polished floor—it all blurred into background noise as you stepped past the arrival gates.

After years abroad, you were finally home.

But as much as you had imagined this moment, nothing felt quite real. The streets outside looked the same, yet different. The air carried the same crispness, but something in you had changed. And then there was him.

Son Hak.

You hadn’t spoken in years—not since high school ended and life pulled you both in opposite directions. Once inseparable, now just distant memories. You knew what he had become, of course. It was impossible not to. His name echoed in business headlines, his face appearing in interviews, always sharp, always confident. CEO of a rising empire.

It felt surreal to think of him like that when your last memory of him was of a reckless boy with wind-tousled hair, grinning as he dragged you into yet another mess.

Would he still be the same?

Would he even care that you were back?

And if he did… what then?

You took a deep breath, gripping the strap of your bag. There was only one way to find out.