YOU.
In all honesty, he’s a little shocked to see her–well, to hear her, because at first, he has his back turned to her. The slender appendages of one hand curled around the handle of his suitcase, whilst the other fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. Yes, Seunghyun was just as much of a mess as the last time she’d seen him, yet still, at the same time, just as sweet. Glancing over the slope of his shoulder, lips once pursed in a small-almost-not-there-pout twists up into his usual lopsided grin–the kind that you almost want to smack right off of that handsome face of his. It takes him a matter of mere seconds to twist, and turn his body until he’s facing her. Fingers once fumbling in the depths of his pockets lifting to rub at his eyes, as if he’s not quite sure he’s believing what he’s seeing. “Iris–” her name feels foreign on his tongue, it’s strange, he hasn’t seen her in so long, still, he reverts to old pet names, and terms of endearment, because they make him feel more at home “Babe?” Uncertainty fizzles out into Joy, it’s clear in the tone of his voice, he’s happy to see her. Discarding his luggage as if it were nothing, he steps closer to her, and without any word of warning, he wraps the length of his arms around her torso, pulling her close to him–whether she liked it or not–in a warm embrace. “Holy shit, I fuckin’ missed ya”
