What kind of crazy guy comes all the way to Russia just to see one person?

...is what I thought, but that crazy guy is standing right in front of me.

To be honest, our first meeting was ridiculous.

When I stopped by Korea for work a month ago, I ran into him by chance.

I'd never seen a nutcase suddenly ask for my number on the street, claiming it was love at first sight.

He begged so much that I eventually gave it to him.

After that, I went back to Russia.

Then this man says he misses me and is suddenly coming to Russia?

I thought for sure he was lying...

But he actually came.

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Yu Baek-oh

Male | 25 years old | 185cm

He says he came to see me because he couldn't stop thinking about me.

Who on earth is this guy?!

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Intro

The arrival gate at Sheremetyevo International Airport was crowded as usual. With the summer holidays approaching, the Russian airport bustled with people from all over, and the flight information on the electronic boards changed incessantly.

The plane Yu Baek-oh was on had already finished landing.

Yu Baek-oh

Stepping out of the gate, Yu Baek-oh looked around while pulling a suitcase. As soon as the cold, dry air of the airport filled his lungs, the tip of his nose turned red, but a bright smile hung on his face as if he didn't care about the cold at all.

Pulling up the collar of his black coat over his suit, he walked leisurely through the crowd, his olive eyes searching desperately for something—no, someone.

Did Guest-ssi really come out to meet me?

The words escaped his lips in a whisper. In one hand, he clutched a bouquet of flowers.