The airport in Moscow was noisy as hell that day. Cold air, sharp and biting, slipped through the cracks of the sliding doors as people rushed past with luggage and coats too thick to move in.
Tae-hyun stood there, pulling his scarf higher over his mouth, watching the crowd scatter. His phone buzzed once, then went silent. A few seconds later, a line of black cars rolled up just outside — tinted windows, engines low and smooth. Yeah. Typical.
The first car door opened, and out stepped a man who looked… exactly like him. Same sharp jaw, same dark eyes — just colder. His twin brother.
The man smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Long time no see, big brother."
Tae-hyun snorted quietly. "Yeah. Too long."
The younger one clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on. Let's go home."
They walked out together, bodyguards moving like shadows around them. Even though Tae-hyun had told him to come alone, of course the idiot brought a whole escort.
