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~birthday special~

Fluff it is ;)

AU where you and Jungkook are in a long distance relationship and you meet each other for the first time

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Being in a long distance relationship sucked.

Jungkook never knew how much he wanted to kiss, hug and whisper to his significant other that he was his into his ear. Jungkook wanted to whisper "You're mine and only mine," into his  ear, be able to wrap his hands around his waist and to pull him close to his body until he could feel his chest against his own.

He wanted to do it so badly.

Jungkook face called him every day and made sure it was an appropriate time in the day to do it, even if it meant he had to stay awake until two in the morning to hear his silky voice and to go to sleep at maybe seven in the morning.

Jungkook loved him.
And he loved Jungkook.

It was his birthday today. The 28th of March. Nineteen days after his hyung Yoongi's birthday. Wow time flies past.

But, he also had a surprise for him.

He was going to pay a surprise visit.

Jungkook was sitting in a small chair, a younger girl who looked to be fifteen on his right. He sat beside the window and was able to see the sea that stretched for what it seemed miles.

He left Korea yesterday at three in the afternoon and now it was morning. At least he thought it was. He was estimated to be at the UK at seven in the morning. Just in time to get to [Y/n]'s house and surprise him.

The thought made him giddy.

[Y/n]'s mum was a lovely woman, a lovely soul who agreed on helping him get to the UK and surprise her son. She was always surprising him when he least expected it and today wasn't an exception.

She pretended she had to go to work to pick up Jungkook.

When the airplane landed, Jungkook sighed happily, getting out of his seat once he was able to. He collected his small bag in the shelf above him and walked down from the airplane. He always had a weird fear of the small stairs that was pushed up to the landed airplane would slip and move forward, making him fall down to the hard floor. He hated it but he ignored it.

He wobbled down and clutched his bag tightly, sighing once he was on the ground. He smiled which wasn't seen due to the scarf wrapped around his face like a mask from Korea.

He followed the green path that everyone was on. He didn't look, didn't speak or listened to the people who was around him. He just wanted to find the short black haired woman that was supposedly [Y/n]'s mum.

He walked into a hall where he followed. He saw a small sign with a bunch of languages that all, he presumed, said "Welcome to Northern Ireland," since there was Korean mingled in the various other languages and maybe dialects.

He went through a door, seeing that it was where his suitcase was supposed to be, before seeing the familiar red suitcase switch a blue bow on the handle. 'Blue is [Y/n]'s favourite colour,' he thought before walking up to it and carrying it off the conveyer belt. He grabbed the small handle and pulled it, making sure it wouldn't snap back into the suitcase, and dragged it to the waiting area. He'd been in many airports before considering his job so he grew accustomed to the screeching of children and the chatter of people.