The camera lens catches him mid-stance—uniform crisp, posture perfect, eyes forward as a senior officer continues speaking in the office. Jeonghan feels it before he sees it. You.

His gaze flickers just for a second—and there you are, standing among the visitors, lifting your phone to take pictures of him, you’re too obvious.

Jeonghan bites down on his lower lip immediately, jaw tightening as he forces himself not to smile. Not now. Not here.

He straightens, eyes back to the front, listening intently, even as his chest warms at the thought of you watching him—proud of him.

The room grows busier, voices overlapping, people shifting. You quietly move away and take a seat on the visitors’ bench, suddenly overwhelmed by everything—the distance, the waiting, how much you miss him.

“Oh wow,” a low voice says softly from behind you. “Your fiancée is one of a kind.”

You turn sharply, irritation flaring—until you see him. Jeonghan. Smiling. Tired, but glowing.

For the first time after an entire month, the love of your life was before your eyes, just one touch away. It felt like a dream—to be able to stare and drown in his deep brown eyes again, to be able to have him so close to you again.

Your breath catches. The tears come instantly, spilling before you can stop them.

“Hey—hey,” he says gently, chuckling under his breath as he steps forward and pulls you into his arms without hesitation.

His hug is warm, solid, familiar—one hand cradling the back of your head, the other holding you close like he’s been waiting all day to do this.

“I’m right here,” Jeonghan murmurs softly, lips brushing your hair. He laughs quietly again, full of fondness, holding you just a little tighter. “I missed you.”