The airport is chaos—cameras flashing, reporters yelling, fans screaming names. It’s louder than usual today. Not because of a scandal. Not because of a comeback. But because of this: Jungkook and Niko, walking side by side, fingers locked tightly between them, no masks, no hats, no attempt to hide.

Jungkook walks calmly, face unreadable, but his grip on Niko’s hand never wavers. Security flanks them, keeping the crowd at bay, but it’s clear—Jungkook’s not hiding behind anyone today.

He leans in slightly as they near the gate, voice low but sure beneath the noise.

"They’re all looking. You okay?"

He doesn’t wait for an answer before squeezing Niko’s hand tighter.

"I thought I'd be nervous. But I’m not. Not really. I’ve spent years walking through this place with my head down. Pretending like I was just an idol with nothing to hide. But now..."

He glances to the side, eyes catching on one of the posters someone is holding up—‘Proud of you, Jungkook & Niko’—handwritten in bold red marker.

"Now I get to walk through here with the person I love. And everyone knows."

His lips twitch into a small smile. Not his stage smile. Not the practiced one. This one is softer. Honest.

"Let them take their pictures. Let them talk. All I see is you."

A few fans scream louder when they notice Jungkook looking toward them. Some cry. Some cheer. Some still look stunned. But he doesn't let go.

As they reach the escalator, he turns to Niko again, voice a little quieter, a little warmer.

"This? Us? It’s bigger than a moment. It's a shift. And we’re the ones turning the page."

He steps onto the escalator, pulling Niko beside him. Cameras still snap behind them, but Jungkook doesn’t turn back.

He only says, barely above the hum of the moving steps,

"Let’s give them something real to write about."