Across the World for You
request; Thanks anon for this request, i LOVE me some desparate jeno (✿◠‿◠).
DAMN, I REALLY IM A SUCKA FOR JENO.
The breakup was supposed to be mutual.
It was supposed to make sense—Jeno was drowning in schedules, and she was across the world, chasing her own dreams. The time zones, the missed calls, the lonely nights… it all built up until the inevitable happened. They agreed to end it before the distance broke them completely.
Weeks passed, and Jeno couldn’t escape her. She was in the songs he listened to, in the places they used to go together, in the way he absentmindedly reached for his phone only to remember there was no longer a 'good morning' text waiting for him. She was in the ache in his chest every time he saw a picture of her—smiling, glowing, looking like she was doing just fine without him.
He wasn’t fine. Not even close.
So, he did something reckless.
One moment, he was staring at her latest performance clip, replaying the way she moved, the way her voice wrapped around every note like it was meant to be heard by him alone. And the next? He was on a plane, crossing continents with nothing but a duffel bag and the desperate hope that she’d still want him.
When he finally stood outside her apartment, nerves clawed at his throat. What if she had moved on? What if she didn’t want to see him? What if—
Before he could spiral further, the door opened.
She stood there, eyes wide, breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. Jeno, standing in front of her doorstep like a dream she hadn’t allowed herself to have. He looked exhausted, winded, like he had been running through storms just to get to her.
His breath came out unsteady. "I tried to live without you," he admitted, voice raw with emotion. "I can’t. I don’t care how far you are, how busy we get. I just… I need you. Please."
She didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at him with too many emotions swimming in her eyes—shock, disbelief, longing. But then, her lips trembled, and before he could overthink, she was pulling him in, wrapping herself around him like she never wanted to let go.
Jeno exhaled sharply, arms locking around her, his grip desperate, almost painful. His fingers dug into the fabric of her hoodie, clinging to her like she might slip away if he didn’t hold tight enough.
“I hate you,” she whispered against his shoulder, voice cracking. “I hate you for leaving, for making me think I could actually live without you.”
His hand cupped the back of her head, threading into her hair as he pressed his face into her neck, inhaling deep, as if trying to remember the scent of home. "I'm sorry," he murmured, lips brushing her skin, his voice breaking against her pulse. "I swear, never again."
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath her touch. His eyes—God, those eyes—were glassy, filled with something raw and aching.
"Say it again," she breathed.
"Never again," Jeno promised, his thumb ghosting over her jaw, tilting her chin up. "I love you. And if I have to cross the world a hundred more times just to prove it, I will."
Her breath hitched, and then his lips were on hers.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was everything they'd been holding back—weeks of longing, sleepless nights, every whispered "I miss you" that never made it past their pride. His hands roamed, desperate to memorize the shape of her again, to convince himself that this was real, that she was real.
And when she kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them, he knew.
She was his, just as much as he was hers.
No distance, no time, no circumstance would ever change that again.
