The glass doors of Incheon International Airport slid open with a soft chime, letting in a rush of cold Seoul air and the chaotic music of returning travelers — trolley wheels, coffee orders, and flight announcements echoing under the high ceilings.
After five years in London, Han Joon-seok stepped onto Korean soil again. A black hoodie covered his neatly cut hair, and dark glasses hid his sharp eyes. For someone who had spent his life under the spotlight of business media, anonymity felt strangely freeing.
He took a deep breath, feeling the cold air sting his lungs. Home.
Same sky, same language, same chaos.
But this time, he wasn't returning as a prince. He was coming as a nobody — by choice.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Joon-seok scrolled through the text messages from his family group chat.
Mom : My son is coming home! I made kimchi stew!
Dad : Don't forget to visit the office this week. You'll take over soon.
Grandpa : Bring foreign cookies.
Grandma : Are you still single?
He sighed. They think I'm coming to inherit an empire. Let's see how they react when I tell them I'm just an intern.
Across the terminal, another flight had just landed — this one from New York.
From the crowd emerged Yoo Ha-rin, stylish but unpretentious, her long hair tied loosely and a tote bag slung over her shoulder. She had spent years studying business strategy in the States, but right now she looked less like a future CEO and more like a girl who missed home.
She smiled at the faint scent of roasted chestnuts drifting from a nearby kiosk. "Seoul… you haven't changed," she whispered to herself.
Her phone buzzed.
Mom : come home fast baby.
Dad : And for the love of god, don't step near Han Technology.
Grandpa : Bring ginseng. American ones.
Grandma : Find a nice Korean boy this year.
Ha-rin rolled her eyes and smiled. If only you knew, Dad… I'm walking straight into Han Technology.
Joon-seok was sitting at the airport for the cab and then suddenly realize some one is seeing him from far away.
actually Ha-rin was seeing the coffe shop behind him from far away to buy one. but Joon-seok misunderstand it and also adjusting his body while pretending he doesn't care. after that Ha-rin comes close to him and sees him likw why was he behaving like that while sighing "what a fool.." mumbling herself went to buy her coffee. and then he went to for the taxi and after she buy her coffee she also goig for the taxi.
The two of them — heirs of two rival empires — were never supposed to meet like this.
But fate has a weird sense of humor.
At the arrivals gate, the crowd thickened. Travelers hurried, bumping into each other with bags and coffee cups.
Joon-seok, focused on his map app, tried to find the nearest taxi stand.
Ha-rin, trying to balance her luggage and a cup of Americano, rushed toward the same exit.
And then—
Crash!
Her coffee splashed, his suitcase toppled, and the sound of something very expensive hitting the floor echoed through the terminal.
"watch you are hitting people" she said while looking top to bottom of the joon-seok
"where are you looking at don't fall for my looks " he said while adjusting his dress
They stopped mid-sentence, staring at each other in disbelief.
She blinked first. "you piece of little sh.." while raising her hand when to hit but stopped her hand at mid air as they are in airport.
He looked down at his now brown-stained hoodie. "Great. First you are watching me far behind and now try to touch my body while pretending you spill the coffee over me and now you are trying to lay hand on my beautiful face while pretending to hitting me "
Ha-rin grabbed tissues from her bag, muttering, "Help yourself, i am busy right now so stop it"
Joon-seok crouched, picking up his fallen passport. "Clearly. Are you always this arrogant in public places?"
"Excuse me?" She straightened, hands on hips. "Maybe you should look up from your phone and watch where you are going and whom you are hitting?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I was checking directions. Not everyone's as good at multitasking as spilling coffee and arguing."
She glared. "Unbelievable."
For a brief second, silence hung between them — the kind of silence filled with annoyance, caffeine, and something electric. Then, the airport speaker broke it.
"Passengers are reminded not to leave luggage unattended…"
They both sighed in sync, rolling their eyes — at each other, at the noise, at the absurdity.
Joon-seok dusted his shirt. "Forget it. Let's just pretend this didn't happen and don't show before me ever,"
"Gladly," Ha-rin said, tossing her empty cup into a bin and yanking her suitcase handle.
As she turned away, her luggage wheel got stuck in his.
"Seriously?" he muttered.
"Don't look at me! You rolled into my lane!"
"Airports don't have lanes!"
"Then maybe they should — for people like you!"
They finally managed to untangle the mess, both glaring before storming off in opposite directions. Neither looked back.
But as they each disappeared into the crowd, both couldn't help thinking, That face looked familiar somehow.
Outside, the air was crisp, and the city lights painted the dusk sky golden.
Two taxis pulled up almost simultaneously.
"Where to?" both drivers asked.
"Han Mansion," said Joon-seok.
"Yoo Villa," said Ha-rin.
And with that, the two cars drove off — in opposite directions, toward two homes built on competition, pride, and decades of silent rivalry.
At Han Mansion, chaos greeted Joon-seok before he even stepped in. The housekeepers ran around preparing his favorite dishes, while his grandparents sat in the living room watching — what else — their daily drama, Love of Enemies' Heirs.
"Oh, I love this part!" Grandma Han giggled. "The heirs just met at the airport and spilled coffee! How romantic!"
Grandfather Han laughed. "Ridiculous! Real life doesn't happen like that!"
Grandma while thinking about joon "he will also meet his destiny like this how romantic!"
The door opened.
"Grandpa, Grandma, I'm home."
They turned. Their jaws dropped.
"Oh my! Joon-seok, you did bring drama energy back from abroad!" Grandma said, pointing at his coffee-stained hoodie. "Why do you look like a character from that show?"
"It's a long story," he muttered, dragging his suitcase inside.
Meanwhile, at Yoo Villa, Ha-rin stepped in and was immediately hugged by her mother.
"My baby's home! How was your flight?"
"Good," Ha-rin said, forcing a smile. "Except some rude guy decided my suitcase was public property."
Her father looked up from his tablet. "Did you hit anyone?"
"No," she replied. "But I wanted to."
Grandfather Yoo shouted from the living room. "Ha-rin! Come watch this show with us — Love of Enemies' Heirs! You'll like it. Two heirs meet at the airport and hate each other immediately."
Ha-rin froze. "That's… oddly specific."
Grandmother Yoo chuckled. "Maybe you'll meet someone like that too, hmm?"
Ha-rin smiled awkwardly. "Yeah. Let's hope not. who will marry enemy's son "
And so, on the same night, under the same Seoul sky, both households laughed at the same drama — unaware that life had just written them into its script.
Two heirs, two companies, one airport collision — and not a single person outside their parents knew who they really were.
Fate had set the stage.
The comedy had begun.