He leaded the way to a black tinted van outside. Why are these girls following us? I looked back at them, continuing pushing my trolley of luggage at his back. Who is this Son Dongwoon guy actually?

                “Give me that,” he quickly took the luggage and dropped it in the bonnet. I look at him, blankly, blinking my eyes. “What?” he asked. He seems like rushing, avoiding. His movements speed up when the girls came behind us.

                “Oh—sh*t,” he said when he saw what’s coming at our back, “Get in, now.” He quickly grabbed my hand and, SLAM! The car door was finally closed, he looked relieved, it was like we’ve been chased by hundreds of hungry tiger a second ago and we’re now secured, in this black van.

                The car wheels started to accelerate, as I looked through the tinted window, all the girls were cheering and screaming like crazy outside. Whether the car behind us was an idol? I thought, turning my head to the car rear. It's empty.

                “Hey, why is there--,” I turned to Dongwoon, who slumped back comfortably on the van seat, closing his eyes. Ah, never mind.

                “Annyeong,” a man from the front seat greeted me, smiling. “Ah-oh, annyeonghaseyo.” I replied.

                “naneun geuui maenijeoibnida.” He held up his hand. Suddenly my mind turned blank, everything that I’d learn in the plane seems vanished from my tiny little mind. Naneun geuui maen— what?

                “Geunyeoneun hangug-eoleul jal moshaeyo. (She doesn’t speak Korean well)” Dongwoon suddenly speaks out, still closing his eyes.

                “Ah--sorry. I’m his manager. Manager Jeon.” Jeon held up his hand again, and we shook hand.

                Manager? What is he? All those fans were actually cheering for him? I turned to Dongwoon, with his sunglasses still on. For a minute, “Am I that good looking?” he said, chuckled. Oh sh*t, I thought he is asleep.

                “Er—no.” I turned to the window, blushing.

                And the journey went on...