Dance Partners || N.NK ||

Part 37/S2

As the Practice room's door clicked shut behind you, the faint echoes of your steps filled the empty corridor.
Without hesitation, you let your feet bring you outside of the HYBE building.
A sleek black SUV was already parked by the roadside along the building, waiting for you.
You instantly recognized your driver in the front seat, and got inside the car, in the Backseat.
"Please drop me off back to the dorms" you murmured to the driver, while fastening your seatbelt with a sigh.

The driver gave a small nod before steering the car onto the route to your dormitory. You leaned your head against the cold glass window while closing your eyes.
The city lights streaked across your closed eyelids and with the exhaustion from crying, you quickly drifted off to a deep sleep in the car.

After what felt like hours later, you were gently woken by the driver's voice: "We've arrived", he spoke, his voice really calm.
You rubbed your eyes adjusting to the bright city lights in the surrounding of the area as the driver helped you step out of the car.

As you stepped on the hard ground, you took a moment to glance at the dormitory building, a lump forming in your throat.
This was it—the last time you'd walk through those doors.

You entered the dormitory building with the spare key in your pocket, the familiar creak of the door louder than usual in the quiet.
Every step felt heavier as you made your way to your room, careful not to disturb anyone.

Once you were inside your room, you exhaled shakily, tossing your cap onto the bed and without wasting a moment, you grabbed the small luggage left neatly beside your closet.
Your hands trembled as you opened the closet doors, pulling out everything that belonged to you—clothes, shoes, etc.
Then you folded all of your clothes, packing them one by one neatly inside your luggage before moving towards the desk filled with all of your skincare products.
The rows of skincare products, once a symbol of your idol life, now felt meaningless to you.
Yet you still packed them aswell.

"How do I even tell them I'm leaving...?" you spoke to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper as you thought of how to tell your members about you being forcefully kicked out of the company.
The thought of facing your members weighed on your chest, but you knew you couldn't bear to say it aloud.

You took a seat on your study table, reaching for your sketchbook.
You carefully tore out a few blank pages, your heart clenching at the sight of your unfinished drawings.
With the pencil you usually used to bring life to your art in your spare time, you began writing letters to each of your group members.
The words came slowly, every sentence a struggle with the few drops of tears streaming down your face as you poured your feelings onto the paper—the things you couldn't bring yourself to say in person.

When you were finished with writing the letters, your eyes fell on your jewelry box that you still hadn't packed away.

On a sudden impulse, you decided to leave each of the girls a piece of your jewelry—something to remember you by.

Folding the letters carefully, you put the small pieces of jewellery inside each of the letters before taking them with you to the living room and placing them on the coffee table in the living room.

You lingered for a moment, staring at the letters.
Would your members understand? Would they be angry? Sad?
"How will they manage without me, as a 3 member group?" you questioned yourself, the voice in your head cracking as you swallowed the lump in your throat and walked back to your room, packing the last of your things.

With a deep breath, you brought your phone out and booked the next flight to Yokohama, which was gonna departure in the next hour.

And there was no time to waste, so you slipped on your leather jacket, slung your purse over your right shoulder, and grabbed your luggage along with your passport.

Before leaving the dormitory building, you walked back to the living room and placed the spare dorm keys you had on the coffee table beside the letters.
There would be no coming back.
The dorms—the life you built here—were no longer yours, and leaving the dorm keys behind was a symbolic goodbye to that life of yours.

Upon doing that, you took one last look at the place you had once called home before walking out of the building, letting the doors close shut behind you for the final time.

Your SUV driver from earlier greeted you back with a small bow as you climbed back into the car.
"To the airport, please!" you said quietly, your voice steady despite the load of emotions flooded everywhere in your mind.
"Of course, Yn-shi," the driver replied, starting the engine without any hesitation or any question.

~ To be continued
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