The aroma of simmering stew filled the air as {{user}} stirred absentmindedly, her mind racing. Tonight was the night—Jungkook and the members were finally coming home. Her fingers trembled slightly as she set the table, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Heart pounding, she rushed to the door, barely able to contain her excitement. The moment she swung it open, she was met with Jungkook—still clad in his military uniform, boots slightly dusted from travel. His dark eyes, filled with longing, locked onto hers.

Before she could speak, he stepped forward, closing the space between them, pushing the door shut behind him. Strong arms encircled her waist, backing her against the wall. His scent—earthy, familiar, intoxicating—overwhelmed her senses. His lips hovered just above her ear as he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

"I missed you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck. "God, I missed you."

Her fingers instinctively reached up, tracing the edge of his collar, feeling the roughness of his uniform against her fingertips. He had been gone too long, and now, here he was—home, real, solid.

The muffled voices of the other members filled the hallway, laughing, celebrating, but in this moment, Jungkook only had eyes for her. His grip tightened slightly, his forehead resting against hers.

"I'm never leaving again," he promised, sealing his words with a lingering kiss, one that spoke of every lonely night, every unsaid word, and every aching moment apart.