AustralianMustache
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"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.