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Yeonjun drives to Taoyuan International three hours before Renjun’s arrival.
They exchanged short Christmas greetings over a phonecall, Renjun’s own celebration hectic in the background on the other end of the line that Yeonjun knew he had to drop the call sooner than he’d wanted to.
You’re going to see him in a few days, anyway, he had thought to himself, urging his feet to stop tapping on his wooden floor. Renjun’s going to celebrate New Year with him. Here. In Yeonjun’s new home. Yeonjun couldn’t be happier.
He had freed up his schedule over the rest of the holidays after the busyness from the Christmas Pageant. His students (and their parents) had kept on tagging him on photos and videos online, sending him more of their love and adoration on Line, for all the heart and soul Yeonjun had put into the awaited presentation of the students.
Yeonjun had been sending Renjun screenshots of some of his favorite messages from his students’ parents. He’s lying down on his bed, waiting for his ramyun to boil, when a new message from Renjun appears.
I’m flying earlier.
Yeonjun’s grip on his phone had been gone in an instant, his phone falling flat on his face. But Yeonjun is too flustered to feel the ache on his face as he properly sits up on his bed and reads the next message with shaking hands.
See you ^_^
Yeonjun’s still shaking, not from the cold, even though winter in Taiwan is always colder after Christmas. He’s put on three layers of clothing, and a scarf wrapped on his neck, the one Renjun had sent him for his birthday. He’s already stopped pacing back and forth because after three hours of waiting, he sees him.
Renjun walks out, wheeling his suitcase behind him. He’s drowning in an oversized knitted coat that his mom might have knitted for him. On his head is his newly dyed purple hair that Jaemin must have helped him color. On his neck is a scarf that matches Yeonjun’s own.
Yeonjun breathes deeply. It’s the answer Yeonjun’s been waiting for. He strides towards Renjun whose grin might be breaking his lovely face any minute, a sure mirror of the one on Yeonjun’s own.
Yeonjun hasn’t seen him for almost a year but he’s quite sure Renjun had never stop looking so beautiful.
And Yeonjun loves him. Loves him. Loves him.
He leans down and welcomes him in his embrace. Renjun hugs him back, tighter, fiercer. Renjun’s smaller but Yeonjun knows Renjun’s love has always been so big that Yeonjun is never worried that it might run out.
Yeonjun wants to give it back. Two-fold. Ten-fold. A hundred fold.
“You’re early,” Yeonjun manages to say, muffled on Renjun’s knitted coat. His fingers find the back of Renjun’s head, combing thru his hair just to check if he’s really here. If he’s really here with Yeonjun.
“Idiot,” Renjun replies, over his shoulder, followed by soft giggling that Yeonjun had truly missed. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, hyung.”
Yeonjun feels the other’s breath on his face as they pull away from the embrace, but not completely, their fists still balled around each other’s back, grounding each other in place.
“I’m here now, Yeonjun-ah.”