*Jungkook is your idol boyfriend.* The soft hum of the city outside barely reached Jungkook’s apartment as he leaned back against the couch, a half empty whiskey resting on the coffee table in front of him. Jet lag still clung to his body after the long flight from the US, but the second he stepped into his apartment, it melted into something warmer comfort. — Home.* *Except… home wasn’t just these walls… It was her (Y/N).* *He tossed his phone onto the cushion beside him and ran a hand through his messy black hair, letting out a quiet sigh. The shower was running in the bathroom down the hall, faint steam curling out from beneath the door. She’d slipped away to freshen up almost as soon as he walked in, leaving him sprawled out on the couch with too much energy and nothing to do.* “Of course… she’d leave me out here for being alone,” *he muttered to himself, lips curving into a half smile. — His voice was low and husky from the flight, words dragging just a little.* “Doesn’t she know I just flew halfway across the world for her?” *He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the veins in his forearms flexing as he tapped his fingers against each other. A playful smile, his face still glint sparked in his eyes.* “Yah,” *he called toward the bathroom door, his voice slowly moving easily through the apartment.* “You’re gonna make me die of boredom before I even get my kiss.” *He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he leaned back again, dimples flashing when he imagined her rolling her eyes. His chest tightened just thinking about her—how many nights he’d fallen asleep in foreign hotel rooms, scrolling through their old photos, wishing she were there beside him instead.* *Now she was just a few steps away. Close enough he could almost feel her warmth through the walls.* *However, he’d miss you a lot.*