Incheon, South Korea The airplane just landed fifteen minutes ago. Passengers got down from the plane one by one. All of them looked alike. Tired and weary. Ji Changwook took his sunglasses off and looked at the South Korean’s near winter sky expressionless. He went straight to the immigration section. Two female officers chatted immediately when they saw Changwook walking towards them. “Annyeonghaseyo!” The first female officer gave Changwook a flirtatious smile. But she picked the worst timing ever. She's literally trying to flirt with someone who just flew through North Pacific Ocean for seventeen hours from New York. More importantly, Changwook wasn’t interested even when he’s not jetlagged. “Welcome back to South Korea!” now the second officer greeted him. Wait, what? Welcome back? Oh yeah, it must be because of his face. He’s a Korean descent after all. Changwook didn’t say a thing and just gave his travel documents to her. “You must be tired.” The first officer tried to open a conversation “New York is so far…” Changwook cracked his neck impatiently. This woman didn’t know when to stop. He smiled flatly. “No, I am not tired. New York is just like twelve kilometers from here you know. Ups, thousand. Twelve thousand kilometers," he said sarcastically. Changwook’s words somehow made the two female officers behave even more weirdly. They’re blushing for no exact reason. And Changwook has no idea what he just said that makes these two women in front of him behave