Busan || jjk

II

A few minutes earlier.

"Can't believe we are late because you couldn't find your hoodie that was literally right in front of you," Park Jimin lowly scolds his younger friend as the two rush through the crowd of Seoul.

"On top of that you know this hour is the most crowded, people are always out during this time and we're walking. If we get spotted—"

Jeon Jeongguk, popularly known as Jungkook of BTS, lets out a small groan that effectively cuts off his hyung's scolding, "We'll be fine, I'm taking the blame anyways and Namjoon hyung hasn't even called yet so it's all good."

The boy scrunches his nose through the black face mask as he tries his best to avoid the touch and gaze of the people casually walking past them on the street. He knows regardless of their faces being covered it will be easy to recognise them so they try not to stay slow down and make eye contact with anyone.

Of course, that doesn't work for Jimin who, still partially distracted from his annoyance, bumps into a girl, his shoulder hitting hers with enough force that it makes Jimin's step stumble a little and the girl to stop to let out a soft groan.

"Hyung just mumble a sorry and walk past, don't stop she might recognise you."

But his words fall on deaf ears as Jimin is already standing in front of the young woman, apologising profusely and Jungkook lets out another small groan.

He's about to take a few steps ahead when his brain seems to register the girls face properly. It's hazy for a bit as his brain catapults itself into a momentarily confusion before recognition slaps him in the face, the image of the girl in front of him becoming clearer and more places in his mind.

Hana?

He feels his heart thudding frantically in his chest as his big eyes rush to take in every feature of hers by default. She's much more different than what he remembers and he guesses it makes sense because it's been years but then again she looked the same too, as if nothing about her had really changed but looking at her reminded him that everything has.

Her hair is much shorter than he remembered, he remembered Kim Hana with long brown hair that always was in her face when she would run after him in a game of tag. Now it's cut below her collarbones, the colour the same golden-brown he remembered clearly. She's grown into her features, he notices how her face has become thinner, baby fat stripped to reveal the straight jaw and cheekbones. Her eyes are the same light brown but now accentuated with light make up she seems to have now mastered when once she had no idea what it was.

He's gawking, he's sure he is because he can sense her discomfort from his gaze on hers but he can't help it. He feels as if he has a few seconds and he needs to commit her face to his memory, it had been so long he was sure he had long forgotten what she looked like, a pixelated image in his mind, but she's here and he can't get over the disbelief that his best friend, the one with a short height and high-pitched giggles, has grown so much.