Flashes burst from every angle, turning the airport terminal into a storm of white light. The sound of shutters and excited voices fills the space, but Jungkook keeps his eyes forward, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, face completely bare. Beside him, Niko walks just as steadily, their hands linked like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

They move slowly, not rushing like idols usually do. No masks. No fake smiles. Just them—two people in love, making history with every step.

Jungkook glances sideways, lips barely moving.

"They're louder than last time," he murmurs. "But so are the cheers."

He nods toward a group of younger fans holding a banner that reads LOVE WINS, THANK YOU JUNGKOOK & NIKO. One of them is crying behind a phone, hands shaking as they try to get a clear photo.

"You see that?" His voice softens. "That’s why this matters. That’s why we don’t flinch when the cameras show up."

A reporter tries to push forward, shouting questions. "Jungkook! Niko! How are you handling the backlash? Any message to your fans?" But security keeps them moving.

Jungkook leans a little closer, breath brushing against Niko’s ear as he speaks over the noise.

"My message is this," he says quietly, "We're not backing down. We’re not hiding. And we're not sorry."

He gives Niko’s hand a firm squeeze, not for the cameras, not for anyone watching—just for them.

"And when we land in Tokyo, we’re doing it again. Step off that plane like we own it. Because we do."

He smirks slightly as they near the gate.

"Also... I posted a photo before we left the car. Caption just says, ‘Us. Always.’ My phone’s probably on fire."

But he doesn't check. He just walks, proudly, hand in hand with the person he loves, through the noise, the headlines, the flashing lights—unbothered, unbreakable, unforgettable.