You Belong With Me | Jeongcheol Fanfic

Chapter 50

At Jeonghan's place, the atmosphere was a mix of nostalgia and excitement as he and Seungcheol went through his belongings, sorting them into neatly labeled boxes. Jeonghan had always kept his space organized, and yet, with each item they packed away, a flood of memories washed over them—moments of laughter, late-night talks, and even the quiet times they spent simply enjoying each other's presence.

Seungcheol lifted a stack of books from the shelf, carefully placing them into a box as Jeonghan sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, folding his clothes and adding them to a suitcase. Occasionally, one of them would stumble upon a keepsake that demanded their attention—a ticket stub from their first movie together, the slightly worn hoodie of Seungcheol's that Jeonghan had "borrowed" and never returned, or a polaroid of them taken on an impulsive date night. They'd stop, reminiscing, sharing a look that held a thousand unspoken words, before placing the item in its box and continuing.

"Can't believe I'm really doing this," Jeonghan murmured, folding the last of his clothes. His fingers brushed over the fabric, his gaze lingering before he looked up at Seungcheol with a small smile. "Moving to New York... it still feels like a dream."

Seungcheol grinned, setting down a box and moving closer to sit beside him on the floor. "You're going to shine there, Jeonghan. You're meant for that world." His voice was filled with pride, even as he reached over and took Jeonghan's hand, squeezing it gently.

Jeonghan leaned his head against Seungcheol's shoulder, letting out a sigh. "I know you'll visit," he said, a hint of playfulness breaking through his sentimental tone. "You better, or I'll come right back just to drag you there myself."

"Hey, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Seungcheol replied, wrapping an arm around Jeonghan and pulling him close. "I'll be right there cheering you on, no matter how far away."

They stayed like that, savoring the moment, until Jeonghan sat up, his eyes twinkling. "You know," he started, "I never did thank you properly for all the times you supported me."

"Oh, please," Seungcheol replied, brushing it off with a chuckle. "You've already thanked me enough."

But Jeonghan shook his head, standing up and crossing to the window where the city lights twinkled in the distance. "I mean it," he said, looking back at Seungcheol. "I wouldn't be here without you. You've been my rock through everything."

Seungcheol joined him at the window, his hand sliding into Jeonghan's as he looked out with him. "I'll always be here, Jeonghan," he said softly, "whether you're in New York, Paris, or wherever else your dreams take you."

Jeonghan's smile softened, and they shared one last quiet, heartfelt moment before they returned to packing, both feeling the weight of change but also the unbreakable connection that would keep them close, no matter the miles that would soon lie between them.

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The morning of Jeonghan's flight arrived all too quickly, casting a bittersweet glow over everyone as they made their way to the airport. Seungcheol drove, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Jeonghan in the passenger seat. Jeonghan's father and younger sister were in the back, speaking softly, exchanging quiet reassurances that felt more like they were meant to comfort themselves rather than Jeonghan. They arrived at the bustling terminal, and everyone got out of the car, feeling the weight of the goodbye sinking in.

As Jeonghan and his family headed inside, Seungcheol walked beside him, hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for Jeonghan's hand in front of his family. They talked about anything but the departure, avoiding the inevitable farewell as if keeping it unspoken would delay it. But once Jeonghan checked in and received his ticket, the reality set in.