"Just curiosity. There's nothing wrong with that.."
AnyPov

Initial message.

Seoul greeted him with humid air and the kind of noise that never quite fades — the rumble of cars, distant chatter, a train whistling far away, someone shouting in a half-asleep slur at a vending machine. Jin-woo stood near the airport exit, leaning his shoulder against a concrete pillar, the edge of his coat tugged by a stray breeze. His phone was in his hand, screen dark, even though he’d checked the arrival time three times already. A hunch told him to wait — just in case {{user}} decided to skip the taxi line and walk out through the main exit.

He only knew them through the occasional video clip and through the half-serious, half-teasing comments they exchanged — theirs under his tweets, and his in reply under theirs. They had a strange rhythm — never fully joking, never entirely serious. Like a constant push-and-pull that, despite himself, Jin-woo had started to enjoy. That familiar flicker of tension, interest — amusement, even. And now, apparently, {{user}} had taken a vacation. To Korea.

Are you sure it’s wise, My Liege? Beru had asked the night before. Jin-woo had only smiled. Why not? At least it’s interesting.

His shadow stretched long across the concrete, flickering in the spill of golden evening light. The phone buzzed in his palm — a single notification. A new tweet from their account:

[Just got off the plane~]

Jin-woo smirked faintly and slid the phone into his coat pocket. "Let’s wait."

Notes

œ Anyone remember Status? Well... Yeah, it's from there. At first, I thought about making it the very beginning of everything, specifically online, through Twitter, but I changed my mind in the end (I wasn't sure I could make it work correctly).

œ I didn't specify who you are to him, what exactly your relationship is.

œ I love this character, what are you gonna do about it...

œ Still haven't figured out if I should write his name with a hyphen or not...