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Minho looked at Jisung, the boy who had invaded his life and made it so he would never be alone.
He thought of the friends waiting for him, and he thought of his cats that he left in the dorm he invaded. After everything he had gone through in life, he knew one thing to be absolutely true.
No matter how cheesy it sounded, Minho finally realized that home wasn’t where he lived, it was the people he surrounded himself with, the people he allowed to get close to him. Home wasn’t some extravagant mansion with luxuries lining every wall. Home could very well be the corner that Yeji and Taemin had made their own. Home could have been the bench in the park that Minho had eventually abandoned.
Home wasn’t a location, it wasn’t a brick house with a small garden in the backyard. It was the memories connected to the place that made it home. It was the feeling of security and belonging that one would associate with a place that would make it their home.
For Minho, home wasn’t a simple house. It was the small cramped dorm he was dragged into months ago during a storm. Home was curling up on Jisung’s bed with his little brother tucked under his arm while Jisung scowled at him from across the room.
Home was the dance studio where he poured his entire being into perfecting a sequence. Home was Changbin’s dorm room with light shining through the window as he watched the boy panic over something Hyunjin had said to him. It was Chan tackling him with a hug in the quad because he had finally gotten the chord progression right on the song he was working on.
Home was the boys trickling in and out of the bookstore whenever he was on shift because they knew he got lonely if left alone, and home was Felix throwing churros at Seungmin because he wouldn’t stop studying while they were out.
Home was each and every single one of his friends. And home was right here, in the tired hallway, between his and Jisung’s linked hands as they went down to meet their friends.
Minho grinned at his realization, faintly hearing Jisung complain that he was slowing the pair down and that was just going to get them in trouble.
Finally, they reached the door, and right as Jisung pushed it open, and seven heads turned to see the two they’d been waiting on, Minho could only hear one thought over the complaints that instantly arose from Changbin and Felix for making them wait: I’m finally home.