***Saudade: From the Portuguese, which means the longing, melancholic and nostalgic deep feeling of missing someone. Commonly described as ''the love that remains''.***
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After long months, Jeno's tour is finally ending. Despite of the many video calls done along the way, you couldn't wait for the time he would be back home again. At some point you really thought that it would be like this forever. Always calling, always watching his videos on internet, and always the same phrase over and over again: "I will have to stay here longer. I'm sorry".
It hurts every time, and he knows that. It becomes clear when his expression becomes concerned, telling you a million times he is sorry. However, you wouldn't ever get mad at him. How could you when he is the most precious person in the world for you? When just by thinking about his embrace already warms your heart up?
Oh, his embrace. You almost couldn't remember it completely. It's been so long since you felt it, and since you felt his kisses. Before you realized you were doing it again. Staring at a blank space, touching your lips with your fingers, remembering all the good memories he gave you. You sigh shaking your head, moving away those scenarios from your head, immediately overthinking everything again. If he was getting used to you being far, that it was actually an excuse to not come back home, that he isn't thinking about you the same way you are thinking about him.
"Stop it..." you say out loud alone at the apartment. He promised he would come back in a month. Just a month more and he will be back to you. You can do it. And exactly when you were repeating it to yourself, your cellphone rings with his name on the screen. You check the time before taking it, finding it weird for him to be calling you this late. Normally when this happens means that... he will tell you he won't come back.
-Hey...! – You answer the call with your chest tight. Will he say he will stay longer on tour? What if he wants to simply end with everything you have?
-Hey, love. – His deep voice makes you tremble. If he just knew what's inside your mind, the urge to run away and meet him anywhere he is, maybe he wouldn't have called now. – I wanted to see if you were sleeping. – Jeno chuckles, and you bite your bottom lip, feeling a little relieved.
-Is that it? I thought you would say you aren't coming back in a month. – You say honestly.
-Well, actually... there's something about it too. I'm not coming back in a month. – Jeno says, and your heart skips a beat.
-No, don't say that... What happened? Are you staying longer? – You say, already feeling your eyes getting teary, but you hear Jeno chuckling on the other side of the line.
-I should come back in a month because of the practice for the encore, but I told the members that I wanted to see you, so... I'm here. – He says, and you widen your eyes, not knowing how to react.
-W-What? What do you mean you are here? – You stutter, fearing having understood it wrong, but then you hear knocks at the door.
-Can you open for me? I left my keys in the van. – He says, and you hang up, running to the front door.
Quickly you unlock the door still feeling that all of this is just a dream, but it changes right away when his figure appears on the other side with a cute eye smile. Not wasting time, you unconsciously throw yourself in his arms, feeling tears flowing from your eyes. Your arms go up his shoulders as your bodies match like a perfect puzzle piece.
Without even letting him get in the apartment, your face hides in his neck, finally feeling him embrace once again. That embrace you missed so much. The sensation of protection and satisfaction. The hollow that you didn't even notice the existence was finally complete again. You let a long breath out of relief, smelling that essence that only he has and that you love so much. Your tip toes leave the floor as he tightens the hug, slightly lifting you up. You can feel the heat of his smooth body on yours, swearing that there is no hug like his in the whole world. Indeed, he gives the best hugs.
