#chjunho

it has been months.

jun pushes open the cab door and steps out of the vehicle, straightening in the afternoon sun. his eyes wander over his surroundings for a moment, taking in the familiar buildings and allowing himself a moment to breathe in the air. he doesn’t really know why his shoulders feel so relaxed and his entire body seems so at ease until he realises exactly why he experiences it the way he does.

it feels like home.

the thought brings a small smile to his face, a welcome change after so many hours spent on a plane - yet again. but the trip has been good, in that way that it has been fruitful. jun has uncovered a few more truths about the mysteries laid out in front of them. and all the while he was gone, he’s kept in contact with junho, of course. video calls or phone calls every single day, not letting the younger male feel left behind alone for even a second.

along with the contact, he’s also been keeping junho in the loop about his discoveries, making sure that the younger male does not feel left out and that he knows at almost every moment where jun is and what he’s doing. they’re in it together, after all, and jun in no way wants to make junho feel like the one being left behind. so the journey he’s made over the past couple of months has been one they’ve more made together than just him, a fact he’s more than glad about.

but this also means he has told junho that he’d be coming home. only in order to be able to surprise the younger man, he has told him that he would return the next day only. which means junho still expects a call from him today, and he’s already about twenty-five minutes late for it. so he doesn’t waste any more time looking around the street, but instead takes his bag from the cab driver, thanks the man with a smile and then heads for the familiar building.

home.

the thought reverberates in his mind like a beacon of peacefulness and jun finds himself basking in how easily a single word like that - the single thought of his apartment and junho’s presence - can make him feel so excited to set foot inside there again. he can only imagine the way junho will look, the happiness that his sudden presence will hopefully cause. he can only imagine how nice it will be for him, too, to finally be home again.

and then he finds himself in front of his door, and he puts his key in the lock, and he walks inside like it’s no big deal. and he watches the way miska comes running, letting go of his luggage to be able to pet the dog with one hand, but keeping his gaze on the door to the living room so he can see junho enter the hallway as well.

“hello baby,” he says, once that all too familiar face comes into view, and he starts to smile widely and warm, straightening up again from petting the dog so he can open his arms for the younger male. “i’ve missed you.” he waits for junho to reach him, to step into his waiting arms so that he can wrap them around the male’s frame and bury his nose in junho’s hair. and then he adds two more words. very simple words, but somehow they mean the world.

“i’m home.”