You both share an apartment, and although it was small, it’s well kept and clean, music and memories lingering in almost every corner. Polaroids stuck haphazardly to cork boards display adventures from summers upon summers ago, detailing when you met for the first time, when he confessed his feelings for you, your first (mildly disastrous) date, etc. 

Alright, maybe disastrous is a bit of a strong word, but almost everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, but that didn’t stop either of you from having a wonderful time. What once was planned to be a romantic dinner under the stars, ended up being more of an impromptu ramen night as the storm prevented anything from happening outdoors. 

But a sound brings you back to the present, his back hitting the couch with a muffled thud, wasting no time and beckoning you over to join him with open arms. Motioning for him to wait a second, you slipped into your shared bedroom to grab something a little more comfortable to wear. 

Although his drawer of black hoodies is as inviting as usual, the apartment was warm enough already and the thought of donning a sweatshirt was unpleasant. So, after a bit more searching, you manage to locate one of his t-shirts in the void of his closet. Exchanging your clothes for his, you make your way back to the living room to enjoy the rest of your evening. 

Chan, now comfortably sprawled out on the couch, looks up as you re-enter the room. His eyes widen as he acknowledges your new attire and narrow in playfulness as he recognizes the shirt.

“Wait a minute.. Isn’t that mine?”

He says, a teasing lilt to his voice as you walk over to him. A smile gives away how pleased he truly is, always one to enjoy seeing you in his clothes, just another reminder that you're his. Chan’s arms snake around your waist, swaying to a silent melody as he looks up at you with a playful grin. 

Without a warning, he pulls you on top of him by your waist, and you yelp in surprise as you land in his arms. Now warm, comfortable, content, and undeniably at home, it’s only a matter of time before you surely fall asleep. He notices this, taking care to hold you tighter and sing to you softly.

You couldn't help but smile, laughter muffled on his shoulder as he hums the familiar tune. The song recounts falling in love, comparing it to the changes of seasons and the little things that become important in love. Although you've heard it what feels like a million times now, it never fails to give you butterflies.

Moving impossibly closer, he looks at you fondly through your sleepy haze. His fingers card through your hair gently, and that's all it took for you to doze off in his arms. From the subtle rise and fall of his chest to the way he traces mindless shapes on your back, just his presence made a miserable day into a beautiful one.

Home isn't a place, but a person.

And that person is yours.