Last. (1/1)

Jjong’s POV -10 hours before departure An after-party succeeded the program. we went to another venue, a classy bar specifically, and celebrated there. Choi Yu Na, Donghae-hyung’s partner, was to represent the country later this year in an Art Convention in France. Lucky kid.No sign of disappointment could be made out of HyunMi and Key’s face. The two were very busy in their own seventh heaven, enjoying their last hours together. This two gained something out of the contest that was more important than the winning itself.We would gladly get bitten by ants at how sweet this two are.When we were setting out of the Kwan Institute hall, before we hopped in the car to go to the after-party, Key suddenly lifted HyunMi by the waist and twirled around the parking lot with her—simply because he was overjoyed. That scene left us in shock, but on the whole, we were happy for them. Up till now, Key hasn’t busted me that the setup in the waiting room was my noble idea. HyunMi :D-8 hours before departure The DJ was playing lively music. It could be heard outside. I was standing alone out of the bar, savoring my last hours here. I was disturbed when Gikwang-oppa trotted in.“HyunMi-ssiiiiiiiii! Congratulations!”“Congrats, too,” I smiled; now did I just realize I’ll also miss this guy. Second to Kibum, I am in my grouchy mode when with this guy without having to worry about he’ll be offended or what. “What brings you here?”He stopped beside me. “I heard you’releaving tomorrow,”“News has wings,” I shrugged my shoulders.“I just wanted to give you this,” his voice softened, and fashioned something out of his pocket.“Omo, you even bothered!” I gasped, and took the offered ribbon the color of silver. “Ka…Kamsahamnida…”He brotherly ruffled my hair. “You’re welcome, dear. You’ll miss Key, won’t you?”“I’d be lying if I say no,” was my flat answer. I removed my twin ponytails and let  my hair fall on my shoulders, and gathered them up again to tie them in a low tail that slithered on one shoulder. “You can keep this,” I gave to him my fancy miniature fedora hat.Oppa stared at the thing like it was a foreign object.“So you won’t forget about me.” I added.“Sure.”“And, oh, oppa?”“Ne?”“The next time we meet…don’t think twice treating me like the HyunMi of now, okay? I’ll be the twerp you’ve known, as ever,”His eyes smiled along with his mouth. “You have my word. I’ll display this in the dorm for maknae to see this,”“I hear sadism in your voice.”“You’re right,”I laughed, and reproachfully smacked his arm. “We’re at peace now. By the way,”“Really? Good for you,” and oppa engulfed me in his arms. “I’mma miss you, HyunMi,”“Same here,” I patted his back. Nearby, someone cleared his throat. Oppa and I let go, and Kibum walked in the scene. Oppa giggled at his dark expression. “She’s all yours, Key,” and slapped my back, pushing me to Kibum’s direction.My partner’s face relaxed and thanked him cheerfully. “I know, hyung.” He grabbed my hand and walked back to the bar. When we entered, a slow song was playing. My skin crawled. Couples were dancing on the dancefloor. So, naturally, Kibum would take me there and what else—he’d dance with me. “Just so you know, I don’t dance,” I said, staring blankly at the couples, my heart pounding violently at the thought of romantically slow-dancing with someone. Yeessh.“You are a disgrace.” Was his reply.I was approaching a couch nearby when he grabbed my arm. “Oh no you don’t—““What? I told you I don’t, and I can’t dance,”“Enough excuses. It’s just like painting,” we were walking to the dancefloor now.“Ahuh? And what does painting have to do with dancing?”“You enjoy it.” he said.I sighed.“Close your eyes.” He commanded, as we found ourselves a place in the dancefloor. I did, and he held both my hands on put them on his shoulders. Truthfully, I don’t understand myself. I abhor the idea of being in intimate positions with Kibum, but when I’m at it, I am totally fine with it.Wow, there’s too much ‘lovering’ going on about here.“What happened to your hair?” he asked, under the loud mellow music.“Gikwang-oppa gave me this ribbon. I wanted to use it.”“Looks good on you.”The compliment surprised me, since he doesn’t usually do that. “Why, thank you,” Our bodies operated by themselves as our minds were busy drowning in the moment. Really—I find this very corny—but when you’re about to be left or on the shoes of the one leaving you’d fervently want to be greedy with each moment you can take out of time. I suddenly felt my throat was tightening. Taemin :D-6 hours before departure“Noona, what time is your flight tomorrow?” I asked noona, as she got down.“I’ll surprise you,” she winked.“Aww,” I pouted. “Come on! If manager-hyung permits we’ll go with you to the airport,”“Yeah, HyunMi-ssi. We will.” Onew-hyung agreed.“Nooooo,” was the refusal. “Hold your horses. You still have a concert! Really, I’ll tell you tomorrow, I promise.”“Okay…” all of us sighed, except Key-hyung.“Bye, guys, take care.” She waved at us. “Thanks for everything.“Bye noona~” I waved back, and the four of us did the same. “Kamsahamnida~” More words would have been spoken, but we didn’t want any tear to be evoked. HyunMi-noona and the five of us shared moments together more than you can imagine. We also wanted to thank noona for giving Key-hyung a taste of his medicine, actually. When the van drove off, I looked at Key-hyung, his expression as still as a JPEG image. Then I looked at my other hyungs. Their expressions were grim, and I read what it was. It plainly said, “STUPID IDIOT FORGOT TO KISS HIS GIRL GOODBYE” Key :| I folded my arms as we drove in silence back to the dorm. We just dropped HyunMi by the mansion. I wanted to do something—anything—that might prevent her from leaving. Then I thought what if I stop her? Certainly HyunJi-noona will come marching back here in Korea and hang me on the peak of Namsan Tower with a bungee. But never mind that. What is important is HyunMi. I saw maknae staring at everyone else in the van. I did the same thing, and their faces looked disappointed. Can’t blame them, HyunMi has been endeared to us all.I rested my forehead back on the window, and made an inaudible sigh. Then I remembered while we were slow-dancing back there at the after-party. “Are you about to cry?” I asked HyunMi politely.“Why would I cry?” she replied, but her voice was as equally morose as mine.“Oh. so there’s no way of stopping you then, is there?”Her eyes opened, and with gravity, she replied—“Actually? Maybe there is.”