I'm Got7's Choreographer

Goodbye. (Last Chapter)

Cho Lee's POV

I was asleep. The light was hurting my eyes, even if it was closed. *sigh* Mark forgot to close the curtains. I stood up carefully from the bed and closed the curtains. 

I brushed some hair from Mark's face. He's so..handsome.. I sighed again. We could be happy together you know? But not so much. 

I'll miss him.. 

I kissed him on the cheeks, gently touched his hair then left the room.

I went to my room, and on the nightstand there is a note.

'I already booked your flight. At 10 am. -Uncle JYP'

I looked at my watch. 7:50. I guess I have to go. But before that, I need to do something..

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I went to Yugyeom's room. I knocked on the door, and after a while Yugyeom comes out. All groggy and junk.

"Heyy..*yawn* you're up early.." He said, his voice all slurry and you know? deep and weird.

"Yeah, but for a reason." I nodded

"Sure, tell me. Come in." He said

I went in his room and sat on his sofa. He sat next to me.

"So what do you want to tell me?" He asked

"I'm.." I tried to say it but I can't

"You're what?" Yugyeom asked

"I..I am leaving." 

"Oh cool, Can Got7 go too? When will you come back?" He asked casually. 

Crud. He doesn't understand does he?

"I may not come back actually. I'm leaving Korea." I said

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"What?" He asked softly. After a moment's silence

"I'm going to America. Hollywood Arts offered me a scholarship, so I'm planning to go." I said slowly

"Are you..are you that willing to leave us? To give up on us?!" He said, almost angrily

I was shocked. How could he think that?

"No! I would never give up on you.. it's just that..I can't take this anymore.." I broke down and cried..

Yugyeom calmed down and comforted me.

"Why..why would you leave us?" He asked

"I don't want to! It's just that I'm ruining your career..you haven't even started yet I'm here standing in your way to fame!"  I said, my voice cracking.

"You're not..I swear you're not.." He said, surprised

"You don't understand. But I have to go.. please.. I told you this because I trust you. I know you won't tell" I whispered