"Jungshin, please. Look in a mirror or something and tell me what you're wearing."

"Okay, I'm in a white shirt." He paused as the other voices whispered to him. "Black jeans. And... a blue blazer? Yes, yes. Oh, my shoes are bright green! I think you'd be able to spot me with the shoes."

"Thank you," you impatiently huffed. You lowered your eyes and stared at all the incoming passengers' feet, searching for those bright green shoes. Many pairs of shoes whizzed past you, but none of them were that neon color.

"Come on. Where are you?" you uttered.

"Right here," a voice behind you said.

You turned around and were greeted by a pair of blindingly bright shoes. "Ah, finally," you said as you looked up.

And there he was, smiling at you.

No, not Jungshin.

"Yonghwa?!" you practically screamed.

"Expecting someone else?" he sang.

"Actually, yes. Did you come with Jungshin?"

"No, he's still in Japan. Sorry I made him lie to you, please don't be angry at him."

"I'm not angry at him."

"How about me?"

You exhaled. You weren't exactly angry at Yonghwa, though he did frustrate you just a tad. But it all went away the second you laid eyes on him. How did he do that?

"I could never be angry at you," you confessed. You were pretty sure you only meant to say that in your head.

"Good," he whispered, that smile never escaping his lips. "So I guess you'