WHAT MATTERS THE MOST?
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Yunho gasped for the air that seemed to be thickening every minute that they sat there; his gaze swept over Changmin’s. Both were flickering with some sort of tension and strain. The youngest of them all suddenly looked much older than he was. There was a deep crease in between his dark eyebrows. Changmin was obviously thinking hard.
“Don’t worry Eomeoni... Jaejoong is safe. I know he is. He just needs time to rest and clear up his head.” Yunho smiled reassuringly at Mrs. Kim, Jaejoong’s mother. The older woman had been clasping her wrinkled hands over Yunho’s, anchoring towards him like as if she’d be blown away by the wicked storm created by her own son otherwise.
“I hope he’s going to his real mother. I can’t think any other place he would be.” Mrs. Kim sobbed the words, and concern deeply adorned her features.