‘Busan,’ he thinks, fingers itching to click over to the little Skype icon in the corner and see if a certain pink-haired Youtuber was finished with his video yet. 

Out of boredom he clicks over to the other’s channel, laughing when he sees that he still hasn’t changed the “Woozi’s World” banner decorating the top of his page. He goes to click on the latest video, a Q&A video where Jihoon had been especially cute when one of his subscribers asked if he was dating anyone, when his laptop beeps at him with a new Skype notification. 

He clicks over to the window, biting his lip to keep in his excitement because this time tomorrow, it won’t be a Skype window with Jihoon’s face on it he says goodnight to, it’ll be Jihoon himself. 

“Is it here yet?” Jihoon’s voice echoes through the phone, impatient and Hansol can practically see the elder bouncing on the balls of his feet, pouting as he says the words. 

“Not yet, the attendant said five or ten minutes and we’ll be pulling in. Can you wait that long, hyung?” he teases, cheeks hurting from the smile he’s had since he woke up. 

Jihoon whines and Hansol can’t help but laugh and think about how much he wants to hear that sound in person. “No. Make it go faster. I need you here with me already.”

“I’ll be there before you know it, Jihoonie. I’m gonna hang up now. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Jihoon grumbles as they hang up and Hansol gathers his things. His legs bounce nervously as the train pulls into the station. He’s so excited he can barely breathe as he practically sprints to the exit, eyes scanning the crowd for the pink hair he’s since so many times over a webcam. 

It doesn’t take him long to see Jihoon, standing off to the side with his arms crossed and bouncing on his heels just like Hansol thought he would be. The elder beams the moment their eyes meet and Hansol feels his heartbeat in his throat. Jihoon’s good looking. Really good looking. That much is clear to anyone who’s ever watched one of his videos on Youtube, but this...seeing him in person...Hansol’s never seen someone as beautiful in his life. 

Jihoon meets him halfway as he races for the elder, not wasting any time and scooping the pink haired boy up into his arms. Jihoon buries his face in Hansol’s neck, laughing as the younger swings him off the ground. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he says when Hansol loosens his hold and let’s Jihoon stand on his own. His heart’s pounding a mile a minute as he really registers the fact that he’s here. Hansol’s here. The guy he’s been calling his boyfriend for the past three months is finally standing in front of him, will be standing with him on their 100th day in his hometown and he’s suddenly overwhelmed by just how much he really really likes the guy holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. 

“I’m so glad I’m really here. With you,” Hansol says in reply, eyes crinkling at the edges from the smile that’s only grown since he stepped off the train. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”