Jisung took a deep breath, he was finally home. Over the years Jisung had spent quite some time wondering what made a place feel like home. When he was younger he had moved around a lot, often the only constant in his life being Minho, but regardless of where he went to school or where his house was he'd always felt at home.

It wasn't until he'd left Minho did he realize that the boy was his home, he felt safe and warm around the older. He felt accepted and loved. While Jisung had made few friends during the four years he spent away from home, none of them left Jisung feeling the way he did about Minho.