The splash of cold water on his face is not welcome but necessary to wake up at four in the morning. He is definitely not staining his pearls with coffee. After putting on enough clothing to protect against the Danish winter, he grabs his bag and leaves his hole of a home to board the plane for South Korea.

On the plane, he shifts several times to find a comfortable position. He hates planes, the over processed air, tight seats and atmosphere, especially on such long flights. He hugs his heavily tattooed body when he finds a comfortable enough position.

He’s tense and clutching his bag tightly, his bladder is full but he’s missed the opportunity to go to the toilet, the plane is descending but isn’t going to land in at least twenty minutes. The only thing he can do is pick at and play with the hem of his black shirt.

After passing by the WC and changing all his money to won, he hops in a taxi relieved but tired. Planes really make him feel like but it’s over now. This will probably be his last plane ride. He can feel it. The driver asks him where to go. He seems like a nice enough man, hot blooded. Instead of telling him, he passes over a piece of paper. The man nods and drives off. There’s traffic but that’s to be expected and it doesn’t bother him. He drifts off after watching out of the window for a while, Korea has changed a lot in the time he wasn’t there.

He stands in front of the building disoriented and rubs his eyes. He walks inside yawning, passes by the security, their eyes follow him until he enters the elevator and presses the button for the 24^th floor. They are right in being suspicious of him, he looks completely out of place with his black ripped jeans, spiked hair and hot pink cowboy boots. He completely ignores the secretary and enters the fanciest door he sees. The man inside looks at him surprised.

“My secretary usually tells me when he sees someone coming.”

“I don’t think he saw me.”

The man lets out an amused huff. “Ok Taecyeon.”

“Jang Wooyoung.” They don’t bother shaking hands.