"So?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you think?" Wooyoung looked at him, at this boy who had pulled him from the abyss, whose family had opened their doors and their hearts without a second thought. He thought of the fourth chair at the table, no longer an empty space, but his. He squeezed San's hand, a full, unburdened smile spreading across his face for the first time that night-a real one, reaching his eyes. "I think," Wooyoung said, his voice thick with an emotion too big for words, "I finally understand what 'home' is supposed to feel like." Two boys who meet by fate and a scrappy dog called comet. Woosan.

What Remains of Us, follows 8-year-old twins River and Willow as they're suddenly left on the doorstep of four older brothers they never knew existed. After years of shielding his autistic sister from the unpredictable wrath of their abusive mother, River now faces a new challenge: trusting someone else to help carry the weight. While Willow figures out how to belong. As Campbell, the oldest sibling, and Spencer are thrown into the deep end of guardianship of two more siblings, the family must navigate trauma, trust, and the delicate complexities of disability. Willow has always depended on River to understand her needs-needs no one else seems to see. But can Campbell, Spencer, and their other two brothers step into the roles these children so desperately need?

A sheltered, delicate ballerina raised to be perfect, graceful, ethereal, adored. But Seonghwa wants none of it. He destroys himself in quiet ways, pushing his body to the brink, starving the beauty out of himself, trying to be too ugly, too hollow, too unapproachable, anything to be seen for his talent rather than his face. And then there's Hongjoong. An underground fighter who was never given a chance at perfection, a man hardened by violence and survival. When their worlds collide, he swears to ruin Seonghwa, to break him the way the world once broke him. But the more he tries, the more he finds himself unable to let go. Because Seonghwa, in all his self-destruction, is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Top Kim Hongjoong, Bottom Park Seonghwa

Part 2/2 of "Lost and Found" San had always been told to be kind. "The world won't give you kindness, baby," his mother used to whisper, her frail hands cupping his seven-year-old face, her eyes bright with a love that felt like sunlight. "That comes from humanity. From you. Be loyal. Care for others. Even when it hurts." She would smile then, brushing his dark hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly from the sickness eating her away. San believed her. He believed every word. She died when he was eight. Suicide. He found her in the bathtub, wrists open like red butterflies, the water pink and still. "Mama?" he'd whispered, his small hand reaching for her cold one. She didn't answer. The neighbors found him hours later, curled beside the tub, humming the lullaby she'd sung him every night. "Be kind, San-ah," he'd murmur to himself, rocking back and forth. "Be kind."

Part 1/2 Of "Lost and Found" "I'm Yunho. Jeong Yunho. What's your name?" The boy tried to think, his mind a fog of pain and emptiness. A name, a place, a memory-anything. But there was nothing, just a void where his life should have been. He shook his head, his eyes filling with tears as the weight of his own ignorance crushed him. Yunho's face fell, his brows knitting together. "You don't know? That's... okay, that's okay." He reached out, his warm fingers wrapping gently around the boy's cold, trembling hand. "We'll figure it out. How about... Mingi? Does that sound good? I think it suits you." The boy-Mingi, now-tried to repeat it. "M-M..." His voice cracked, a hoarse whisper that dissolved into another wheeze. He coughed, pain flaring in his chest, and Yunho's grip tightened, steadying him. "Hey, don't push it," Yunho said, his thumb brushing soothing circles over Mingi's knuckles. "Mingi's a good name. You can borrow it for now, yeah? Until we figure out the rest."

Bailey is 14 and has endured a life of severe abuse, neglect, and trauma. He remembers bits and pieces. A house with soft blankets. A lady who smiled a lot. A boy who let him play with him. He remembers the way his dad used to hold him, like he mattered. But that was a long time ago. People leave. That's what they do. Bailey has always felt disconnected from the world, being Autistic and needing stability is something he once had and needs again. Caspian Elwood, a successful actor with a thriving career and a loving family, thought he had his life figured out. Married to his wife Lauren for twelve years, they've built a beautiful home with their two children, Finn, 14, and Eden, 8. But when a late-night call from a social worker shakes the foundation of his world, Caspian is faced with a devastating truth: his son Bailey, the one he's been supporting from a distance, has been neglected, possibly for years. Because maybe this time, someone came back. Will this make or break the family, or will this be the piece they were missing?

Seonghwa is running a foster family for children who need a temporary home. He's doing a great job but mending broken kids is no picnic. And perhaps he loves them too much to let them go. [ Seonghwa x Hongjoong | Seongjoong ]

Harry doesn't have much luck when it comes to foster families. With his mother stuck in a hospital and constantly being moved between families and his social worker, the life of the quiet and reserved Harry is not what any kid would want. Maybe this current family is what Harry has been waiting for.

Seokjin didn't plan on making a permanent family. He was only going to foster. He assumed he'd only have each kid for a few weeks, maybe a couple months before they were either adopted or sent to a relative. But when six boys adopt a special place in his heart, he couldn't help but return the favor. Trigger warnings: This story deals with many triggering topics such as abuse, child neglect, sexual abuse, rape, homophobia, and possibly more. If you know any of these may trigger you, I advise you to be careful if you choose to read. I might also suggest finding a different story. You have been warned.