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home is where you are.

winter cold hit you on your face the second you stepped out from the building.

your eyes immediately admired the snow that was falling down on the ground with full speed. the coldness mixed with the warmth of your scarf eagerly made you want to speed home. “i have been waiting for you for one hour already. do you really not want to go home?” you gasped as you whipped your face, directly facing your boyfriend, johnny who was casually standing near the pillar of the building with an umbrella and an americano on his hand. 

“should have come in. you are no stranger, johnny suh.” you let out a laugh, falling into an embrace of a familiar warmth, the feeling of home. johnny has you gone not because he makes you laugh till you are in tears or not because he takes good care of your family members and not also because he has held you, with nothing but comfort while you were vulnerable. 

you are gone for johnny because of the way he loves to love. the love he gives is to fill the other person with homely feeling where the person can naturally snug into his arms, feel safe within his arms. johnny is that person to you, a home so comforting and so loving. “because i am here.” a soft yet small voice was heard from his back. you cooed as you kneeled down to hold the small little guy who had a grin on his face and lollipops on his grasp. 

“did your father bring you here in this cold weather, bub?” you glared at johnny, jokingly as he shrugged his shoulders, sipping his americano on the side. “no, aunty, i wanted to see you. i missed you.” you felt the grip of his embrace tighten around you, so you did the same. “aunty missed you a lot today as well. do you want to eat anything?” he faced you, eyes filled with excitement, as he aggressively clapped his hands. “come. i will bring you there.” you let him go as he instantly held your finger, tightly. 

“what about me?” you could hear pout in johnny’s voice. “do not sound like your child. i am your girlfriend, hold my hand or else. we are leaving.”

This is home.