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Chan had lived in Seoul for a long time now. It was home now, even in its chaos. He wouldn’t say he particularly loved Seoul, but it wasn’t much worse than Sydney had been either and Chan had lived here longer now. He missed the warmth of Sydney on occasion but he was used to Seoul. He knew it better than he had ever known anywhere else, Seoul was the closest he had ever come to feeling completely free.
He knew there were people that loved Seoul, that believed this was a beautiful amazing city with wonderful opportunities for people of all kinds. Chan wasn’t sure he had ever been that disillusioned and if he had been it certainly hadn’t lasted long.
Sure there were pretty neighborhoods, but even those had their problems. But for people like Chan, magic users that were on their own trying to find their place in the world, to make life worth living given the cards that fate dealt them, Seoul was the chaotic and messy heart of the city.
It was neighborhood upon neighborhood of unchecked magical communities and usage, kids with no parents or supervision using their magic abilities to get by day to day. Small huddles of family communities trying to stand against the gangs and anti magic neighborhoods that surrounded them.
It was pure chaos and it certainly had its moments of beauty but Chan was all too familiar with the shadows of Seoul to be able to honestly say it was a beautiful city full of opportunity for magic users. He had known far too many magic users that were snatched by anti-magic groups and brutally murdered. He knew just as many that were coerced into cultlike magic communities experimented on or tortured by gangs and other magicals alike.
It had been a long long time since Chan had been a young wide eyed mage that believe in the good of other people. When it came down to it, most people were greedy and selfish and would do anything they could to get a handful of power. He had been forced to learn quickly how to fend for himself and was incredibly lucky he was as strong of a magic user as he was. Most people don’t want to risk messing with a mage, even a very young mage. He always hoped that the people he met on a day to day basis were good, but he often found himself struggling not to remain skeptical and cynical when it came to meeting new people.
It wasn’t the way Chan would really like to live, it was a little lonely, but Chan just had to trust that someday he would find the right people and they would be trustworthy and good. Seoul was his home, he had found exactly where he fit in the world. He liked his apartment, it wasn’t the best neighborhood but it was his and he loved his little place in the world.
If he could change the world as it was he would, but he was one mage. How much of a difference could he make in a city split between magic users that wanted power, magic users trying to survive, and people that would love nothing more than to kill every magic user that ever existed. Chan was one person, one mage, and he knew exactly which section of the city he fell into. He was trying to survive, and hopefully along the way he could live. He wanted a million memories of chasing life with both hands, family he found along the way at his side. He wanted to someday have a life full of stories to tell when he was old. But for now he would keep finding his place in the world, making his little corner of Seoul a little bit brighter and happier.
Chan pulled his hoodie up over his head as he headed down the street. It wasn’t really cold yet but the wind chill kept reminding them that winter was around the corner. Chan would rather be home where it was warm, but he needed to pick up some new charms for his journals as well as some more sleep candies again. He was running low and his sleep was getting worse, if he didn’t sleep he didn’t write as well as usual and he felt far shittier. He walked several streets over from his apartment into the pulse of the neighborhood. It was busier through here, shops lined the sidewalk, most of the doors were shut tightly to the apartment buildings, every building was run down. He shouldered past several people that ran into him on the sidewalk, not making eye contact with the sellers that he didn’t want anything to do with.
There was a reason people tended to avoid this part of Seoul. It was a hub for dark magic, Blood Mages, and dark covens had a tendency to live in the area and people that had better options usually chose not to risk it. However it was also the best place to live in Seoul for young magical users on their own trying to make it to the next day, it was affordable and there was plenty of access to every kind of magic or magical item you could ever imagine.
The market streets were always bustling and busy with people looking for obscure magic items, or information that they couldn’t easily get their hands on anywhere else in the city. Many of them illegal, since the government blatantly ignored neighborhoods like Chan’s. As long as no one important was getting hurt no one much cared what was going on.
Chan turned the corner and stopped at the booth that carried the sleeping candies he used and waited until the shop keeper had a moment to talk to him.
“Afternoon, Chan-ah,” she greeted, “running out again?”
“Yeah, you have anything stronger?” asked Chan nodding. The witch hummed and looked over her supplies.
“Here, try this one. In a few days if it doesn’t work for you come on back and I’ll swap it for your usual,” she said, “haven’t you thought of trying a potion?”
“Can’t find anything that works that’s non-addictive,” said Chan shrugging, “this is good enough.” He handed over the money to the witch and tucked his sleep candies into his pocket.
“See you later,” he called stepping out of the merchant and back into the chaos. Now to find a decent stand that had the kind of charms he was looking for. He passed stall after stall of questionable magical items. Several stalls that were definitely run by Blood Mages and Chan kept his pace quick hoping not to attract too much attention to himself. He turns down several other streets and finds himself down the busiest street he had come across. It was probably the one with the most questionable items to be sold, but it usually had the best quality as well. He did his best to ignore the obvious gang members on the street and stepped into a stall that had decent charms. He browsed the selection and grimaced slightly as the stall across the street made a lot of noise, advertising several extremely questionable magical items, all perfectly legal but morally and ethically terrible things to sell. He paid for the charms without talking to the seller and slid the pouch that the seller handed him into his pocket and stepped back out onto the street.
He started to head home when something made him stop. The seller from across the street’s voice carried over with the wind and Chan’s magic tugged.
“White fox! Any parts for sale! Unable to bond with a witch! White fox potion parts!” called the witch. Chan’s stomach churned. They were selling a shifter who hadn’t been able to properly be bonded to a witch. It didn’t happen often, most familiars didn’t have bonds that wouldn’t work if it wasn’t consensual, but it did happen. It was a disgusting practice, and foxes tended to be the most common, especially since they were frequently required for darker potions and spells. But Chan had never actually seen it happen, had never be confronted with what he would do if ever faced with someone selling a familiar like that. His magic itched under his skin and tugged again and Chan knew exactly what he was doing without another thought. He stepped into the street and crossed it quickly, keeping his hood up around his head as he did. He maneuvered his way through the crowd as quickly as he could, most of them completely uninterested in the fox familiar, probably due to the time of day it was if Chan had to guess.
It took him a minute to find the witch doing the actual selling and made a beeline straight to him. The witch looked him up and down looking a little judging but smiling at him nonetheless. He felt extremely sleezy and Chan hoped this wouldn’t be difficult.
“What can I do for you, young man?” asked the witch.
“How much for the fox?” asked Chan.
“Of course! Which part will you be taking?” asked the witch cheerfully.
“No. How much for the fox,” stated Chan. “The whole fox, alive and not in pieces.”
“Oh. Well, when you can’t bond with him bring him right back here again and I’ll buy him back from you,” said the witch shrugging and then naming a price. Chan handed over the money and the witch handed over the small cage with the fox in it. The fox was small and white and shaking uncontrollably. It was curled up against the bars of the cage, its tail pulled over its face and Chan’s heart ached. He carefully held the cage so it would be safe as he started down the street. He hurried his way through the streets, ignoring anyone that stopped to look at the boy carrying the cage with a fox in it. It took way longer than Chan would have liked to get home, but he hurried up the stairs to his floor and dug out his keys. The fox hadn’t moved and was still shaking in the cage and Chan fumbled with his keys trying to get the door open as quickly as he could. He carried the cage inside and locked the door behind him, setting the keys in their place and moving to the center of the room and setting the cage onto the floor as gently as he could. He unloaded his pocket quickly onto the table and shed his hoodie before sitting on the floor in front of the cage.
“Right, hi,” said Chan reaching to unlock the cage. “I’m Chan. Are you hurt? Is there anywhere I can help you get home too?” The fox didn’t move, still shaking and curled up in the cage, wide eyes watching Chan frightened. Chan nodded slightly to himself.
“Alright,” he said, “you can stay in there as long as you want. I’m not going to hurt you, I don’t want to force you into a bond and I’m certainly not using you for potions or spell ingredients, I’m no good at anything like that and wouldn’t fuck around with magic that dark either. If you don’t have somewhere to go or someone you want to go back to, you’re welcome to stay. I have plenty of room and plenty of food to share. I’m going to carry on like normal, come find me if you need me, you’re welcome to explore or leave or anything, just know if you want help I’m happy to help.” He stood up after that and ran a hand through his messy curls. He stepped back over to the table and brushed his fingers against the wood purposely, using it to distribute the static electric magic that was still racing, not wanting to be tamed after the strong emotions from earlier. He picked up the sleeping candies and the charms for the notebooks and headed into the small kitchen.
He had done what he could at this point, now it was up to the fox shifter what else he could possibly help with. He sorted through the cabinet with the other charmed candies for various uses. They were the cheapest way to get magical health care and Chan knew exactly what to look for to know if they were safe or not. He added the new jar to the cabinet and pulled out the nearly empty one to set on the counter to wash.
Maybe he should make food? The fox probably hadn’t eaten anything in ages. But he also probably wasn’t going to take food from Chan willingly. He had fruit he could offer if the fox did want food from him. He shut the cabinet and picked up the charms again, turning around to the bookcase that bridged the entrance between the kitchen and the living room that was full of notebooks. It took him a few minutes to pull out the ones he needed and soon he had a stack he was working with and set them on the counter.
He easily got absorbed into sorting out the notebooks with the right charms and going through the process of attaching the charms to the notebooks. He wasn’t sure how long he worked on the charms but at one point was startled out of it slightly, hearing small soft footsteps padding slowly and quietly around the living room. That was probably good. Hopefully if the fox actually wanted to accept help then he would come to Chan.
He tuned out the footsteps and kept working on the task in front of him. It took longer than he had been expecting and he couldn’t hear footsteps any longer when he stretched and organized the stack to start putting them away. Once the books were put back in their place, Chan cleaned up the trash from the charms and headed into the living room, intending to clean up the cage now that the fox was probably gone. Hopefully he would be alright on his own. The living room was just as he had left it sans fox and Chan collected the cage and took it outside to the dumpster below the apartment building. When he came back inside the apartment it was still apparently empty and Chan fought the sinking feeling at that. He hadn’t been looking to take the fox in, just to help and he had done that. The last thing he wanted was to keep someone here that didn’t want to be here, that wouldn’t make either of them happy. He shakes it off and carries on with his day, grabbing the notebook with the spell he was working on writing for a client at the moment and settled into the couch to work for the afternoon.
Hours later the sun had started going down and Chan rubbed at his eyes. The house was silent and Chan hated it. He considered turning on music to help drown out the silence but decided against it. He was almost done working on the spell for the client, but it was probably time to call it a day. He should eat something and maybe catch up on a drama or something, anything but working. If he only worked he would easily get absorbed into it and quickly forget everything else that existed in the world.
With these thoughts he closed the notebook and set it aside before heading into the kitchen to heat up some food. He hummed to himself as he worked and soon the apartment didn’t feel so empty. It was starting to get dark so Chan turned the lights on, washing the kitchen in warmth from the light. It wasn’t long until he was pulling the food off the stove and putting it in a bowl for himself to take to the living room, intending to catch up on some dramas that his friends in the werewolf pack a couple neighborhoods north had been trying to get him to watch. He jumped when he turned around, seeing a small head peeking around the corner into the kitchen, the fox’s ears perked up curious. He flinched back when Chan jumped at the sight of him.
“Oh, hey! I figured you’d slipped out while I was working,” said Chan as gently as he could, “hungry?” The fox didn’t shift or respond but his ears did perk up slightly more so Chan took that as a yes. Chan pulled out another bowl and added food to it, before carrying both to the living room.
“I have a spoon for you if you want to shift, but you certainly don’t have too,” said Chan setting the bowl on the floor for the fox and settling in cross-legged on the couch. The fox trotted over curiously, head cocked slightly watching Chan as he moved. He sat down in front of the bowl and continued to watch Chan for a while.
“I don’t know if you like dramas, but my friends have been trying to get me to watch this show so I’m starting it tonight,” said Chan in explanation, “I think it has something to do with ancient witches and soulmate legends. BamBam always likes romantic things with lots of drama and fighting, so it’s probably full of that.” The fox’s ears perked up slightly more and then his entire face relaxed and he turned happily to the food as Chan started the show. The two of them ate in silence and Chan let himself get lost in the show, rather than focus on the fox. He didn’t want to startle the shifter or make him uncomfortable and it was an entertaining show. He set his bowl aside and pulled a pillow over into his lap to hold onto, as the next episode started. The fox had apparently also finished and was watching the show with curious eyes.
The third episode started and the fox moved slightly trying to get more comfortable before looking up at Chan and then turning to walk towards him, sitting at his feet staring up at him curiously.
“What?” asked Chan confused, “Are you still hungry? I can find more food. Do you want to sit with me?” The fox apparently took this as permission and jumped up onto the couch and curled up against Chan’s leg, immediately focusing back on the show again. Chan could feel his heart swelling at the show of trust from the shifter. The small warmth settled against his leg felt right, it was like something had clicked into place and Chan hoped that the fox would stay. Even if he didn’t want to shift, the apartment felt less empty with him there.
Before long it’s getting late and Chan figures that even if he doesn’t sleep well the fox at least should so he stretched and turned the tv off.
“It’s getting late, we should probably try to get some sleep,” said Chan ruffling his hair as he talked, annoyed with the way it was lying on his forehead. The fox watched him with wide eyes, still not responding.
“I have blankets in the hallway, really fluffy blankets, we can set up a place for you on the couch,” said Chan already moving over to the cabinet where he kept the blankets. He pulled them out and set one on the couch, starting to unfold the other one. The fox stood up and walked over to the blanket nosing at it curiously, before biting it and jumping off the couch, dragging the blanket with him.
“Yah, what are you doing?” asked Chan amused as the fox trotted out of the living room, Chan followed carrying the second blanket as the fox led him down the hallway to Chan’s room, dragging the blanket behind him. The fox picked an empty corner and set the blanket down in it, immediately starting to nose it into place, so it was a curled up padding resembling something that could maybe be a fox bed. Chan chuckled and crouched down to carefully add the second blanket.
“Ready then?” asked Chan and the fox hopped in to the blanket pile looking extremely pleased with itself. Chan tucked the extra blanket around him and stood up.
“Alright, I’m sure you’ve figured out that this is my bedroom,” said Chan with a smile, “so if you need me in the night just poke me until I wake up.” The fox made a trilling sound that sounded like agreement and Chan took it as such.
“I’m going to clean the kitchen up real quick and will be back right after to sleep,” said Chan reaching to turn the light out. He headed back down the hallway to clean up the mess from earlier. He also grabbed a sleeping candy and stuck it in his mouth before heading back towards the bedroom. The fox looked like it had immediately fallen asleep by the time Chan had gotten back. He smiled at it, unable to place why he so quickly felt drawn to the fox shifter. Sometimes magic just didn’t make any sense especially when it came to soul and fate magic. He settled in to try and sleep and maybe it was the settled feeling in his soul, or the new sleep candy but it was surprisingly easy to fall asleep that night.
Chan woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning and let himself lay in bed for awhile longer staring up at his ceiling. Every bone in his body was still tired, craving sleep but he was awake. So he laid there under the blankets in the dark and watched as the sun slowly started peek up and dance across the bedroom ceiling, the fox’s even breathing a peaceful background to Chan’s reluctant consciousness. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there before forcing himself out of bed, being as quiet as he could so he didn’t wake the shifter and headed down the hallway on bare feet. He knew where all the creaks in his apartment were and knew exactly how to avoid them in hopes that the fox would sleep awhile longer. If he wasn’t going to get anymore sleep he may as well get some work done, so he crouched down in front of the shelf with the works in progress notebooks and picked one to work on. He settled in at the table and worked his way back through the progress he currently had on the spell to pick up where he left off. The sunlight slowly creeped farther into the room, filtering across his notebook as he worked. Outside the street started to grow noisy, the few quiet hours this neighborhood had vanished into the depths of time once more. Maybe Chan should make coffee, that might help make the runes he was working on less blurry. Or it might just make them worse. It was always hit or miss. He rubbed his eyes and set his pencil down to look at the clock, four hours had passed and it was actually a reasonable time to be awake. He rubbed his hand across his face and thought about skipping breakfast again today and just working some more.
No he couldn’t do that. The fox shifter was still here and would need food, Chan wasn’t about to suggest he skip a meal. So he stood up and pushed the chair back from the table to start pulling out food to make breakfast for the two of them. He hummed as he started working, bopping his head to the beat that he was making up as he worked.
The fox made its appearance as Chan finished up, sticking his head around the corner cautiously, ears laid back slightly.
“Hey, morning,” greeted Chan, “I just finished up food. Go ahead and grab that seat there and I’ll bring it over.” The fox hopped up into the chair Chan had just vacated and Chan brought the food over, taking the other chair and sliding his notebook closer to him to look back over what he had been working on to see if it made sense. They ate in silence and Chan edited a couple of the runes as he read back through them all. He picked up the dishes when they were finished and turned back to the fox.
“Are you hurt anywhere? I probably should have asked that last night,” said Chan and the fox just shook its head at Chan, watching him with critical eyes. Chan nodded.
“Okay, that’s good,” he said. “I’m going to get ready for the day, I have to make some deliveries to customers today and would rather get it out of the way sooner than later. Feel free to make yourself comfortable wherever you want, the TV’s all yours too.” The fox cocked its head at him but didn’t respond other than that so Chan headed off down the hall to get ready. When he came back later with messy still damp curls and in clean clothes the fox was flopped on the couch, eyes on the tv as it played something that Chan didn’t recognize. He gathered the notebooks with the spell copies, the order notebook, and the signature notebook and put them in his bag, before putting away the one he had been working on and grabbing his shoes.
“Okay, I’m heading out, I’ll be back later,” said Chan joining the fox in the living room, “help yourself to the food, the shower, you can borrow some of my clothes if you want too. TV’s all yours like I said, if you mess with any of the notebooks just be careful, that’s how I make enough money for all this.” The fox nodded seriously and Chan smiled.
“Alright, have fun, I’ll be back soon,” he said before turning towards the door. He headed out into the street and locked the door behind him, before pulling the hood of his jacket up to try and guard a little against the chilly wind. He had a list of people to deliver to this morning, most of them in the area but there were a couple a few neighborhoods over so he should get started so he wasn’t out too late. He didn’t want caught in the gang traffic that always started early in the afternoon, he wasn’t sure why they were always around at that time and didn’t really care, as long as he could avoid them he was happy.
It was much later in the day by the time Chan trudged back towards his apartment building. He apparently hadn’t needed to worry about gang traffic after all since he got caught up in the nicer neighborhoods, a few of the covens he was dropping off spells at had stalled him with more requests for spells and Chan was exhausted. Covens were draining and while Chan needed their business and couldn’t afford to ostracize them he hated spending more than the necessary amount of time with them. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t a witch because that just seemed like way too much drama and effort and Chan couldn’t deal with being around them. He was completely ready to collapse on his couch and maybe turn on the drama he and the fox had started last night and just not move for the next several hours, or maybe not at all until morning. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, hanging his bag up on the hook by the door and toeing off his shoes. He wandered further into the apartment as he tugged his hoodie off, the static electricity making a fuzzy sound as he did, his hair was probably extra fluffy now. Something smelled good. Maybe the fox had eaten, that was good. He dropped his hoodie on the table in the hallway and headed towards his bedroom, wanting to change immediately. He always felt gross after being around the covens that regularly bought spells from him. They reeked of negative energy and it rubbed off onto everything.
He quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and immediately felt a little better before wandering back towards the living room. There was a blanket on the couch and a shirt that Chan didn’t recognize, but the fox was nowhere to be found so he stuck his head into the kitchen. A taller thin boy was focused on something over the stove, his white hair was fluffy and matched the fox’s fur perfectly, he looked very young and awkward and Chan hoped that he would be able to be comfortable here. He had apparently taken Chan up on the opportunity to shower and borrow some of Chan’s clothes since he was in a pair of Chan’s athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He looked happy and comfortable.
Chan stepped away from the doorway and went back to the entryway to collect the notebooks from earlier to put them all away. He worked quietly, listening as the fox puttered around the kitchen every once in a while making a small happy sounding noise. Yeah, this apartment definitely was made for Chan to have more people than just him living here. Hopefully, they would be happy here whenever Chan found them. He pulled the payment money out once he was done putting away the notebooks and sorted through it quickly, before stepping into the kitchen to put it away. The fox jumped slightly and wide eyes watching him as he put it away.
“That smells good,” said Chan glancing over at him, “have a good day?” The fox made a panicked squeaking sound before quickly nodding.
“That’s good,” said Chan nodding slightly as he talked. “I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to make yourself at home. Don’t let me stop you, alright? I’m going to finish putting things away and then will probably not move from the couch for a few hours.” The fox nodded quickly and turned back to the food. Chan nodded once to himself at that and continued with his process of putting away all his supplies from earlier.
He settled into the couch to get comfortable once he was done, making sure not to displace the fox’s blanket and shirt that he had apparently been cuddling with. He scrolled mindlessly through his phone once he was comfortable and quickly lost track of time.
He was startled out of his mindless scrolling by the fox joining him in the living room and holding out a bowl for him to take. He smiled at him surprised but took the bowl.
“Thanks,” he said, “it smells good.” The fox smiled shyly and nodded before moving to the other side of the couch and settling in with his own bowl.
“Want to watch something?” asked Chan and the fox nodded.
“Can it be the drama from last night?” he asked quietly and Chan nodded quickly and grabbed the remote to put the drama on.
They watched several episodes and were long done with their food before Chan turned to the fox, looking him over quickly trying to double check that he really wasn’t hurt. He had a couple of bruises and looked a little frail, probably just that he hadn’t had enough to eat in who knew how long, but otherwise looked just fine.
“You’re really young,” said Chan breaking the silence and the fox startled slightly and turned to look at him before nodding.
“Is there someone I can call for you? Is your family looking for you?” asked Chan.
“I don’t have a family,” said the fox shaking his head, “or not that I remember. I was born in a coven.” Chan nodded. Then there was definitely no one Chan could call for him, most familiars born in covens were taken from their parents at an extremely young age and forcibly bonded with witches until one stuck. It was likely the fox had been passed through several witches and several covens before he had ended up at the market.
“Alright,” said Chan nodding, “well like I said yesterday, you’re welcome to stay. There’s plenty of room and I make pretty good money with the spell writing so I can definitely make enough to support two of us. There’s a couple other rooms too if you want to pick one.”
“I like my corner,” said the fox shaking his head, “your aura is nice.”
“Alright,” said Chan nodding. “Then you can keep the corner.” The fox smiled slightly at that.
“You can see aura’s?” asked Chan and the fox nodded. “That’s cool. I bet that means you’re a really good judge of character.” The fox just shrugged at that.
“I don’t think I explained what I am,” said Chan awkwardly. “I’m a mage, one of my parents was Fae, so I have purely elemental magic. Mostly storms and the like for me personally, you probably noticed a surplus amount of static electricity from it.”
“Oh,” said the fox cocking his head looking immediately intrigued. “I’ve never met a mage. I thought you must be a really strong witch.”
“No,” said Chan shaking his head, “thankfully. I think I’d die super young if I were a witch. I can’t stand covens, they’re always super toxic.” The fox nodded looking simultaneously relieved and curious.
“You sell spells though?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to be able to actually do the magic to write spells, you just have to be able to understand it really well. And as a mage magic is kind of innate even magic that isn’t mine, it just clicks. And I like writing spells, it’s a little like writing poetry or songs or riddles, it’s fun,” said Chan nodding, “it helps that it makes really good money too. Especially since I have a reputation of my spells always working even the more complicated ones.”
“You’re really smart,” said the fox and Chan shrugged.
“I guess,” he said, “I’m not sure I would say it like that. I just think it’s really interesting so I know a lot about it.”
“That’s really cool,” said the fox, “you’re very interesting for a magic user. You don’t have the same kind of aura that most do, it’s very clean and calming. You can feel your magic in it though, it’s electric.”
“That’s so cool,” said Chan earnestly. “I can’t say I know much about how auras work, but I would absolutely love to learn if you want to share. Though maybe on another night, it’s getting a little bit late and I’m sure we both had long days.” The fox nodded slightly.
“I can really stay?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” said Chan nodding.
“And you won’t bond with me.”
“Not if you don’t want to. I’m not even sure I technically can. Most mages don’t.”
“Alright,” said the fox nodding. “Then I’ll stay. What do I call you?”
“Just Chan,” said Chan shaking his head confused. “Or hyung if you want.” The fox nodded.
“Chan-hyung,” he tested, “alright. I’m Jeongin.”
“Alright,” said Chan nodding. “Welcome home, Jeongin-ah.” Jeongin beamed at him and Chan felt his heart swell. This was right. Something had clicked into place, Jeongin belonged here and Chan hoped that he would be happy. Who knew how many others were going to show up, but Chan felt sure that this was the start of something great. Jeongin was his now, his little brother and Chan would be the best big brother he could possibly be.
As he followed Jeongin towards the bedroom, to get ready for bed, he could feel that this was good. This was the start of his family and he wondered how long it would be until the two of them stumbled upon their next missing piece. Their next stray kid to welcome home.