Inspired by this and this.

August, 23rd 2015. Kansai International Airport, Osaka, Japan.

Mask? Check.

Sunglasses? Check.

Passport? Ticket? Check, check.

Neck pillow? Wait. He opened the car again. Almost forgotten. He grabbed the neck pillow and handed it to his manager. “Would you please bring this? My hands are full,” he muffled behind the mask.

His manager raised his eyebrow while taking the neck pillow from Seunghyun. ‘His right hand is free, why did he say that all of his hands are full? He only brought a bag and his documents on his left hand…’ the manager said inwardly but he just complied with Seunghyun.

Seunghyun went to see his reflection on the car window. Hair? Check.

Clothes? Hmmmm. Black-red checkered pattern outer and red-dotted blue shirt. Seunghun put his hands on his hips, checking his reflection. Okay. At least the outer and shirt had the same color: red.

The blonde then turned his head right and left, looking for the last thing he would put on his right hand. Fashion airport couldn’t be completed if Seunghyun didn’t wear this.

“Sorry. Sorry for waiting,” the familiar voice to Seunghyun said.

A-ha! Seunghun then walking to his last accessory and wear the life-sized Daesung on his right hand. He put his right hand around the shorter’s waist and walking beside him. He then heard some fans screaming.

“Kyaaaa! Tapu-san! Diraito-saaaan!”

“Aahh, I want to be TOP Oppa so I can hug Daesung Oppa! Oh God please give me one day to be TOP Oppa!”

Seunghyun was feeling so proud and smiling like crazy behind his mask. ‘No one can touch Daesung! His Daesung’. He liked the fact that he’s the only one who has privileges like this: taking Daesung in his arm and let him feeling that his lover will always be there to support and protecting him. He then pulled Daesung closer to him. Daesung was surprised with the older pulling him closer. He threw a questioning look to Seunghyun, ‘Why? Something happened?’ and sending the telepathy to him. As if Seunghyun heard the question, he