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Gong Jun couldn’t control his gaze, not that he wanted to anyway. There, to the side of the crowd lined up to greet him at JFK, were two people facing away from him, phone raised to grab a selfie as he walked by.
One in a familiar red robe.
The other in blue.
A funny feeling grew in his chest, a familiar one, surrounded by warmth.
It grew as his team shuffled him through the crowd of fans, his eyes scanning them and the area, hoping no one would get hurt. Slowly they made their way outside and there, to the side.
The two again.
He sat in the car with a sigh, pulling his phone out, already tapping at the screen to make a very important, very impromptu phone call.
His thumb stopped, hovering over the call button as he gazed out the car window.
A third time, he saw them standing there, waving at him, smiles wide.
Three times.
The warm feeling grew, Gong Jun sliding the mask off his face before sending the call to go through.
“Junjun? Is everything alright, bao?”
Gong Jun would never try to hide the smile at that voice, the warm tones of his husband washing over him and wrapping around him. He swore if he closed his eyes tight, he would be able to feel Zhang Zhehan’s arms around him, lips pressed together in a kiss. He could almost convince himself that if he squeezed them even tighter shut, he could transport himself back to that hot, sticky Hengdian summer where they seemed to dance with fate in every manner that mattered.
“Junjun?”
“Yeah, A-Han. Everything is good. I just wanted to call. You’ll never guess who I saw at the airport.”