INCHEON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

One of the most busiest airports in the world with various airplanes flying from different places from one end to another. Thousands and thousands of people had passed its gates, each one minding their own business, each one living their own lives. What are the chances that out of so many people that either one of them are actually connected to each other? And even if they were, what are the chances that they actually realized that some point in their lives, they were actually standing at the same place, at the same time, even walking pass each other unknowningly.

"Attention all Passengers, Flight SQ327 is now boarding. Please make your way to Gate 3 for alighting."

A man dressed in his simple brown jacket and blue jeans was waiting impatiently near the Arrival Gates. He kept looking at his watch while sweating profusely. He took out his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away his sweat but dropped it when someone pushed him from behind. As he turned around, he realized that a group of teenagers, mostly girls, had already gathered behind him. Somehow, one way or another, despite all of his efforts, news of his arrival was leaked out to the public. He was the manager and yet once again, he had failed in trying to keep his return a secret.

As he picked up his handkerchief from the ground, the crowd suddenly stampeded towards him, pushing him all the way to the railing. One by one, the girls started screaming and squealing, not giving a damn to the people around them. It literally took all his energy and his morning breakfast to get away from the mob, making his jacket all wrinkled and his hair messy. He tided himself a bit before making his way to the Arrival Gate.

There, out of the passengers that had arrived in the country, there was only one that stood out from the rest. Dressed in his tight black leather Saint Laurent pants, his black Chrome Hearts biker jacket and delicately decorated with his Ambush pieces, he pulled down his Chanel sunglasses that held his platinum blonde hair in place to shield his eyes from the bright flashes. The very moment he arrived in the airport, the whole place went into mayhem. After all, he was the one and only, G-Dragon, Asia's Biggest Superstar yet to date.

"I thought you should have arrived here 30 minutes ago." asked the man as he appoarched G-Dragon.

"The flight was delayed so there was nothing that I could do. Anyway, when is my next schedule?"

"It should be two days from now. It's the,"

"Whatever." he interrupted. "I need some rest after the trip from L.A. Let's just go already. The noise is getting irritating."

The constant screams that filled the airport was causing a nuisance to the passengers. The security personnel had no choice but to wait at the sidelines until he went off. The only expection was a young lady who had arrived just after G-Dragon hence she was ignorant of what was happening outside. Grabbing her suitcase, she placed her fedora hat over her head and walked out. It was during that instance that a reporter from the press snapped a photo of G-Dragon. Whether it was by fate or coincidence, the picture taken had both the young lady and G-Dragon in it.

She was just a random stranger, a nobody to the public, but yet the reporter could not help but to take another photo of the young lady. Despite G-Dragon being just in front of him, there was something about this young lady that seem so picturesque. She was dressed very elegantly in her white blouse and black pants, simple yet very classy. The aura she held was strong and define, so much so that the reporter couldn't take his eyes away from her. Unlike most people he had taken pictures of, she was unlike any other he had ever seen before. Although she seems a bit asian, there was something mixed about her. Whether it be the color of her hair or her ivory skin, there was this mesmerizing feeling about her that made her so exotic. Just as he was about to take another picture, the crowd cut in between and she disappeared just like that.

The young lady had walked away from the crowd and went up to a group of men in black who was seemingly waiting for her. As she came up to them, all of them bowed uniformly.

"Welcome to South Korea, Miss Ferreria. I am Mr. Hwangsu and I'll be attending to your needs for the duration of your stay here."

"Thank you. I didn't expected anyone to be waiting for me here."

"Ayaka Ojou-sama insisted that we make your stay as pleasant as possible."

"Ayaka nee-sama? She shouldn't have. I would have come even without the formalities."

"That certainly wouldn't do, especially for you, Miss Ferreria. If anything happens to you, surely, there will be grave consequences on both sides."

"If you said it like that, I'll just take up on the offer."

"Then if you like, I'll lead you to your car."

"Lead the way."

The men in black surrounded Miss Ferreria as they walked out from the airport. The crowd previously had moved outside following G-Dragon as he took his company's van back to his residence. His overhyped fans was being rowdy and careless so they nearly hit into Miss Ferreria. Luckily, she was protected by her bodyguards who moved her safely away from the crowd and into her black mercedes. Without wasting time, all of them had entered into their vehicles and drove away from the airport.

It was during that very moment that they passed each other again. Unknown to anyone else, that very second where they shared the same place and same time, would be the start of everything that is to come.