Jungkook Airport

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook was the last to descend the steps, allowing security and managers to disperse the line of fans behind the barrier tape.

He pushed open the glass door to the baggage claim area and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie. And then the impact happened.

A heavy, knock-down collision, cold coffee from a cup splashes across the chest, and the smell of pine needles and painfully familiar perfume hits the face.

Jungkook looks up. Right in front of him, blinking in confusion and trying to pick up his headphones that have scattered across the floor, is Kim Taehyung. His boyfriend, who by all accounts should be sleeping in their bed right now, not ramming him at one in the morning in an empty airport.

"Tae?" Jungkook exhales so quietly that the sound is swallowed by the terminal's sliding doors.

Taehyung freezes. His eyes widen, darting from Jungkook's face to his soaked hoodie and back again.

“You came back three hours early,” Taehyung breathes out instead of greeting. “I wanted to meet you.”

He doesn't finish the sentence. He just rests his forehead on Jungkook's shoulder, feeling him tremble.

"So," Taehyung lifts his face. In the lamplight, his smile is both guilty and happy. "Home three hours early? What a joy."

He puts the cup in the trash, intertwines his fingers with Jungkook's, and pulls them toward the ribbons where the black bag is still swirling.

“Idiot,” Jungkook laughs tiredly.