You waited upon the platform, music threading softly through your ears, your head moving in quiet rhythm as the city murmured around you. Across the tracks, a figure caught your gaze; Hwang Hyunjin. A blue paisley bandana framed his face, a simple shirt and baggy jeans with a distressed hoodie.

Your eyes met. He lifted a brow, a ghost of a smile forming, and tapped his headphones as if to say, “Same?” You nodded, amused, tracing a small heart in the air. He laughed, and although you were a platform away from him, you could hear it and it was almost melodic.

Then, with a tilt of his head, he gestured toward the stairs. “Meet me,” his lips formed.