The terminal was packed with people of all ages. Children were chasing each other around, their parents were either busy talking to other grownups or on their mobile phones. Infants were crying from all the noise.

Thorin hated being in terminals for the long weekends. He hated the noise, he hated the lines, and he definitely hated the people who were smart enough to know how to book a ticket, but were apparently dumb or discourteous enough to be preoccupied with something else while they were checking in, leading to hold up in the lines.

Thorin particularly hated this long weekend because he was flying home alone when he fully expected to bring Bilbo over. Then again, he supposed it was his fault that Bilbo stormed off. If Bofur hadn't called to tell him that Bilbo was crashing at his place that night, Thorin would probably be missing his flight, looking all over the place for Bilbo.

He sighed. Bilbo was a dream. An intelligent aspiring writer who loved maps but hated travelling for the same reason Thorin did: terminals. They had met just over two years ago, in a coffee shop of all the cliché places. Thorin had noticed Bilbo's travel guide to Japan, and asked if he planned to do some travelling.

"Oh, this?" Bilbo asked, his eyes staring off into nowhere. "I wish I could travel. It's just that, I hate terminals."

"As do I," Thorin chuckled.

"It's the people," they both said at the same time. They stared at each other and shared a smile. That was where it all began.

Thorin couldn't even recall what had led to their argument the night before. But he was regretting it. Dis was looking forward to meeting Bilbo.

"You sound happy," she said over the phone during one of his weekly calls to her at the start of his relationship with Bilbo. Her voice was a bit loud because her children were rough-housing in the background. "You haven't sounded this happy in a long time."

"I just miss home," Thorin reasoned, smiling because of the note Bilbo had left on his fridge.

Come over soon, I promise I won't pelt you with acorns. –Bilbo

"Hah," Dis had scoffed. "Like I'd believe that. Just… be careful okay? I don't want you hurt."

"I'll be fine, you worry too much."

Thorin snapped out of his reverie when he heard the speakers announcing the final call for his flight. He rushed to the boarding gate just in time, but he couldn't help but peek over his shoulder to see if a certain brunette was rushing to catch up.

No such luck.

Thorin shook his head. This wasn't the movies, this was real life. And he doubted that he's ever see Bilbo again.

Thorin stepped through the gates when,

"Thorin!"

It was an earthquake. Or something that was shaking him at least.

"Thorin wake up! We're going to be late for our flight!"

Thorin rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared at Bilbo, who was already dressed and frowning at him.

"Come on, sleepyhead," Bilbo smiled awkwardly. "We are going to visit your family, aren't we? I mean, if I'm still invited, despite our spat last ni-"

Thorin didn't let Bilbo finish, cutting him off with a kiss. He had no idea how on earth Bilbo put up with him, but he was grateful.


AN: This should have been longer. This could have been longer. I might make this longer in the future. I hope.