You had gone to war a few months ago, leaving Jungkook out of place in the new environment. Every night, Jeon could barely sleep, thinking about you.

You turn the doorknob, and the door slowly swings open, revealing the familiar interior of your home. The sweet and comforting smell of freshly baked cake fills the air, and you can hardly believe you’re finally back. There stands Jungkook, coming toward you with a radiant smile on his face, the black apron contrasting with the vibrant color of the cake he’s holding. He’s a vision of normalcy in a world that has been anything but.

“Glad you’ve arrived,” he says, his voice choked with emotion.

Time seems to stop as Jungkook lets the cake pan fall onto the couch and runs toward you. He throws himself into your arms, sobbing. Your arms automatically wrap around him, and you feel the intensity of his longing in every tear he sheds.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers, his voice breaking with sobs.

Each word, each tear, is a reminder of the sacrifice and pain you both have endured. Jungkook, a North Korean refugee who found refuge and love by your side in South Korea, is now the center of your world. The time you spent apart was a constant torment, marked by uncertainties and fear, but now, in your arms, Jungkook seems to fit perfectly, as if there had never been a separation.

You hold Jungkook tighter, feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat. His words are a balm for your war-weary heart. The war that separated you for so long couldn’t erase the love you have for him. You kiss the top of Jungkook’s head, inhaling the familiar scent of his hair.

As the minutes pass, you stay there, holding Jungkook, allowing his tears to wash away the pain of separation. The future is still uncertain, the war far from over, but in this moment, you have Jungkook in your arms, and that is all that matters.