Luhan visibly pales as he steps inside the confines of Incheon International Airport.

The airport is packed. Girls with long professional cameras fill the area like ants inside a colony. The blond singer gulps, fingers tightly curling against the strap of his MCM bag. He had always hated airports no matter how full or empty they were for they always brought bad luck and bad memories.

EXO’s manager takes the lead, making long strides towards the immigration gates. “Boys, hurry up,   we can’t miss our flight.”

The tallest members made sure to go first, noticing the number of fangirls at the airport was unusually numerous. They wonder how these young girls manage to sneak out and wait for them at airports, outside the SM building and basically everywhere.

As the group pace towards the immigration line, the fans also made a beeline towards where EXO is going. A few, mostly sasaengs, have gone into touching the members clinging onto their shoulders.

Luhan cringed as he laid eyes on Jongin who is struggling with a crazed fan a few feet away from him. The doe eyed boy is aware that the dancer really hated to be touched by people he didn’t know and wasn’t comfortable with. He can only wonder what Jongin could’ve felt while someone invaded his personal space.

The singer had managed to steer closer towards the rest of his band mates when a sudden tight grip at his arm stops him from moving. He turns only to see the face he dreaded the