《 city park.

@kim jongin. Jin smiled widely when Jongin recognized him and hugged him back, fist bumping and knocking their foreheads just like used to, grinning to him "Of course I grew, you didn't expect me to have thirteen forever, right?" he said with a happy chuckled as he kept looking at him. It was amazing, Jongin had recognized him, still remembered and suddenly it was exactly like the old times, their greeting, the smile, the familiarity "You know, I've been here and there" he said with a soft smile, shaking his head "And you? You moved out, I'm impressed, I thought you said you wouldn't ever leave the free food in your house" he said with a light teasing smile.

@kim seokjin. Jongin's work shift ended for the day after the excruciating 10 hours that he had to bear and he'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't been anticipating it all to end. He was beyond tired and he only knows he'd be fast asleep as soon as he gets home. As usual, he'd pass the park on his way home, always stopping by a small stall at the corner of the road that sells junk food, the one he always buys would be a scrumptious cup of mattang. It had always been his favorite food aside chicken, reminding him of his school days, when he would have them after school.

The boy sighed in disappointment that the stall wasn't there that day, knowing how to well the old man who owns it often moves it somewhere else on some days. He didn't notice the presence of another person who tapped his shoulder ftom behind. Turning around, his vision fixed on a boy, good looking and familiar...

It only dawned on him a few seconds later that it was someone he knew and waited for years, eyes widening in shock as he stared at the boy. "You're... Oh my god. Jin-- Seokjin?" he gaped, looking at the boy up and down. "You-- You grew up!" He beamed, for the first time after so long, immediately hugging the other male closely, followed by a fist bump, and a knock on foreheads, their signature greeting. "Where the hell have you been, you?!"

@kim jongin. Jin felt like a stalker. Like seriously, he had studied Jongin's regular schedule, he knew what time he had to leave for work and what time he was back, when he had to go to classes, even what he was studying right now. He had done all this in order to know the best moment to approach him and now seemed like the right time, he was coming back from work and he didn't have classes so he could interrupt for a long time without holding him back from anything he needed to do. He was nervous, though, it had been almost six years since the last time he had seen him and he felt beyond guilty and he had promised it, he had promised he would come back soon because Jongin was the best friend he had in the entire world and he knew that he would find him, he would come back for him. But live got complicated and awful things passed in the way so he didn't came back at the time he thought but now he was here and that was something.. right? He hoped Jongin could see it in that way too.

Soon, he spotted the man making his way across the park and stood up, he was calmed and curious, he wondered if he would recognize him at all because he had been 13 when they last saw each other. It was a very weird friendship for everyone else but for them it had been okay, Jin has always been way too mature, patient and collected, he was a small adult like his father said so of course he didn't really fit among his classmates and instead had for best friend and older boy. Jongin was closer now and Jin smiled a little, now they were the same size and he didn't look older at all, it was like time had frozen for Jongin, He saw him even more near and he moved forward slowly, gently tapping his shoulder to get his attention and waited until he had see him.

"Hello, Jongin" he said gently, and looked straight at him, waiting, sorta hoping that he would recognize him right now.

@kim jiwon. Quietly looking at the blank page of his sketchbook before him, Myungsoo couldn't help but sigh at the empty page. It had been over an hour since he had taken his seat at one of the park benches and yet, he hadn't even started to draw. His mind coming up blank every time he had tried, even when he had taken to watching his surroundings, hoping to find something to inspire him. Only to come up short every time as there had only been a couple of joggers and an overly lovey-dovey couple to choose from. The former being quite boring, while the latter - well, he felt like he needed to bleach his brain.

Frustrated at how it seemed as if he was just wasting his time, especially since he could have spent the last hour or so sleeping, Myungsoo wondered if he should just give up and go home for the day. But before he could give that idea much thought, there was the sound of gasping, followed by a 'Shouldn't you have climbing gear? Isn't that unsafe?' that got his attention. Turning his head to see where that had came from, Myungsoo's eyes widened at the sight, instantly intrigued by what he was seeing. His eyes unable to stop themselves from following the young man, taking in his form and this bright determination that was coming off of him in waves.

This man was inspiring and if there was a character like him was in his comic... Myungsoo couldn't help but suddenly jump out of his seat so that he could talk to him. He wanted - no, needed to know more about him and what he was doing. This man being someone that could potentially give life to a new character and instill something into his comic, Myungsoo found himself running. His sketchbook and pencils in one hand while he frantically waved the other, he yelled, "What's your name? I want to talk to you, please!"