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Chapter 130: The House That Waited

And the only thing I can think is,

He came home.

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Jungkook’s POV

The hallway is quiet.
Not peaceful—expectant.

Like the house has been holding its breath since I left.

Like the walls still echo my name when no one’s listening.

I close the front door behind me. Gently.
One click. Then stillness.

The rain clings to my hoodie.
My shoes are soaked.
The straps of my backpack bite into my shoulders, but I don’t move.

My heartbeat is loud. Louder than the silence.

I don’t know if I’m about to shatter or start breathing again.

And then—
the sound.

Claws on hardwood.
A thump. A sprint.
A storm of paws.

“Bam?”

He rounds the corner like a rocket, tongue lolling, tail blurring behind him like a flag of joy.

He crashes into my legs with a desperate yelp and whine, pawing, licking, whining harder like he’s trying to speak in every language he knows at once.

I drop to my knees.

“Hey, hey—there you are, baby.”

My voice breaks around his name. My arms wrap around his thick shoulders.

I bury my face into his fur and for a second—just one—I let myself fall apart.

“I missed you,” I whisper. “I missed you so bad.”

Wacha’s next. Graceful. Deliberate. She doesn’t rush, doesn’t bark.

She circles once, then brushes her head against my side. Forgiving me in her own way. Slow but sure.

Tannie leaps in from the stairs, barks twice—once for warning, once for joy—and dives into the mess of fur and limbs like a firework.

His little tail thumps against my ribs.

I’m already laughing and crying at the same time when I hear it—

The voices.
Fast footsteps.
A chair scraping back.

A breath sucked in like someone forgot how to exhale.

A beat of silence.
And then—
“Kook?”

I look up.
And there they are.
All of my hyungs.

Yoongi hyung, barefoot, sweatshirt inside out, staring at me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear again.

Namjoon hyung with his phone still lit in his hand—my last ping glowing on the screen.

Hobi hyung’s voice is the first to break. “Oh my god—”

He doesn’t hesitate.
He runs.

Jimin hyung shouts behind him, his voice catching on the stairs.

“He’s here?! HYUNG—HE’S HERE—”

Taehyung hyung’s frozen at the mirror, one hand mid-air, like he was reaching for a memory and found the real thing instead.

And Jin hyung… Jin hyung just leans on the hallway wall. Eyes wide. Mouth parted.

Holding back so much it nearly floods the room.