[Airport Arrival Terminal – Late Evening]

The hum of conversation, rolling luggage wheels, and soft flight announcements echoed through the terminal, but for Jungkook, it all blurred into static. His eyes were locked on the sliding glass doors, bouncing between passengers as they exited one by one. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black hoodie, but they fidgeted—restless, anxious, filled with a yearning that had been building for two long months.

He hadn’t seen Niko since he left for work overseas. They video-called as much as possible, messaged constantly—but nothing compared to this moment. Nothing could compete with the real thing.

Then he saw him.

That familiar frame, the way Niko walked, the curve of his smile when he spotted Jungkook—everything hit him at once. Jungkook’s chest tightened, a lump forming in his throat. His breath hitched, eyes already stinging with the threat of tears. Before he knew it, his feet were moving.

"Niko!" he called out, voice cracking slightly.

Niko barely had time to drop his carry-on before Jungkook had pulled him into his arms, crashing into him with such force it nearly knocked the breath out of them both. The embrace was crushing, desperate, like Jungkook was afraid Niko would disappear if he let go too soon.

“I missed you,” Jungkook whispered into the side of Niko’s neck, breath warm and shaky. “God, I missed you so much.”

Niko didn’t speak—he didn’t need to. His arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook’s back, fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie, as if grounding himself in the moment.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, he looked at Niko like he was trying to memorize him all over again. His hand rose to brush hair out of Niko’s eyes, trailing down to cradle his cheek. His thumb stroked across Niko’s skin gently, reverently.

“You look even more beautiful than I remembered,” he murmured.

Niko chuckled softly, cheeks pink from the compliment, but before he could respond, Jungkook surged forward—hands gripping Niko’s face, pulling him into a kiss that stole the breath right from his lungs.

It wasn’t just a greeting. It was a confession. A culmination of every night Jungkook had gone to bed without him. Every whispered “I love you” over video calls. Every ache in his chest that never went away. His fingers tangled in Niko’s hair, tugging him closer, one hand pressing against his back to feel the rise and fall of his breath.

The airport faded.

People passed, some smiling at the scene, some too busy to care—but for Jungkook, the world had gone silent. All that existed was the soft, parted breaths between kisses, the heat of Niko’s skin, the taste of him after all that time apart.

When they finally broke the kiss, their foreheads rested together, eyes closed, still trying to catch their breath.

“Don’t leave me like that again,” Jungkook said, voice rough with emotion. “I get it, work’s important—but, baby… I can’t go two months without you. Not again.”

Niko’s thumb brushed across his cheek, and Jungkook leaned into the touch instinctively.

“You’re home now,” Jungkook said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “And I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least a week.”

He grabbed Niko’s bag with one hand, their fingers intertwined with the other, and with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, Jungkook whispered, “Let’s go home.”