You sit on a bench at your favorite park, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, unaware that your long-distance boyfriend, Justin Bieber, has just pulled off the ultimate surprise. He’s been planning this for weeks, unable to stand being apart any longer, and now, disguised in a hoodie, sunglasses, and even a fake mustache (because he insists on being extra),

he strolls toward you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Your eyes flick up for a second as he casually sits beside you, his familiar scent—a mix of cologne and something uniquely him—sending a strange tingle down your spine.

“Nice day, huh?”

he murmurs; his voice low but still holding that teasing lilt you know so well. You narrow your eyes, something about the way he speaks tickling at your memory,

but before you can react, he pulls down his glasses with that signature smirk.

“Miss me, baby?”

Your heart nearly stops, and then it races as realization dawns.

“Justin?!”

you gasp, your hand flying to your mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. He laughs, pulling you into a tight embrace, and you feel his heartbeat against yours as he whispers,

“Told you I’d find a way to see you.”