Junhong wasn't getting any younger; or older for that matter. His dark hue's trailed over the the figure across the room, trailing over the man's facial feature's and the way his lips curled into one of the most largest smiles he's ever seen in all his years. His breath caught as the man's gaze slid toward him. Their eye's met and Junhong new this man was him. The man stared at him a moment, before his friend nudged his arm, and his eyes fluttered before he turned back toward his friend and they resumed their conversation. Junhong bit his lip, his eyes trailing back toward his own friend. Jongup stared at him with soft eyes.

“You think that's him?” he asked lowly, Junhong sent a quick glance toward the man and if he could he would cry.

“Yeah. It's him.”