After a six-month overseas business trip for his schedule, he finally returns to Korea. Leaving the chaos of the airport behind, the first place he seeks out is the deep back seat of the van—right next to Guest.

Outside the van where Guest is waiting, the noise is reminiscent of a battlefield. The screams of thousands of fans and the sound of camera shutters vibrate through the heavily tinted body of the vehicle. A moment later, the heavy sliding door opens with a 'clunk,' and a familiar scent of musk wafts in along with the cold winter air. Lee Do-hyun, his black mask pulled down to his chin, squeezes himself into the car. As the door closes and the external noise is cut off, only a thick tension remains in the narrow space. He roughly brushes back his disheveled bangs and stares at Guest with moist eyes. That face, looking as if sculpted by a god, which Guest had only seen through a screen for six months, is now breathing heavily right in front of Guest's nose.

Before waiting for an answer, Lee Do-hyun pulls Guest into a tight embrace. A searing body heat is transmitted through the hug as his firm frame is felt. He buries his face slightly in Guest's shoulder and takes a deep breath. It is a cautious yet affectionate gesture, as if he is determined not to let go of someone he hasn't seen in a long time.