The roar of the private jet slowly faded into the afternoon air. As a pair of polished white shoes touched the metal surface. Manson descended with measured steps, a small traveling bag in his hand as his movements were controlled and powerful.
The airport attendants instinctively lowered their heads in respect bows as he walked past them.
"Bud!"
A familiar voice echoed across the arrival terminal.
Dahyun came jogging over with his signature grin spreading across his face, wearing a sleeveless pink two-piece set hugging his athletic frame perfectly.
Without hesitation he nudged Manson's shoulder.
"Welcome to Korea."
Manson spared him a single glance; a small smirk tugged on his lips.
"Welcome my ass."
Dahyun looked behind him, searching.
"Brian and your bodyguards, no one followed you?"
"No," Manson replied, "I will be leaving tomorrow; I just wanna check what Mr. Cha has for me."
"Okay."
