(What My Heart Tells Me To Do-B.A.P)

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Outside, it was snowing.

You finished packing your clothes and other stuffs. You planned to study overseas as you didn't feel like staying at Korea for these few years.

The opening sound of the door could be heard. "My dear?" You turned around and saw your mother. "Umma..." You mumbled.

"How's your preparation?" She asked. "Almost done." You replied with a fainted smile.

"Mind to have a talk with me, dear?" Your mom put her hands on your shoulder. "Of course not, umma." You two sat on the bed.

"Are you sure you're doing the right thing?" She held your hands. You lowered your head and sighed. "I don't know... But I'm sure that this is better than staying here..."

"Don't you want to give him another chance?" Your mother's words made your heart fluttered a little in your chest. You shook your head, trying to control your tears from dripping.

"Dear, umma will support you wherever you go. Ah, yes, I contacted our friends there. They are one of your appa's subcontractor in America. And they allowed you to stay with them."

"Uhh... Umma... That's embarrassing!" You frowned.

"Why did you say so? They are friendly. And they told me that they couldn't wait to see you! They have a son and a daughter too. Maybe you can be friends with them!"

"Nae, umma..."

"Sleep earlier, dear." She said as she got up from your bed. "Your plane departs on 10 o' clock tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, I will." You gave your mother a relieved smile. She then closed the door. At the same moment, your tears dripped. You forced yourself to sleep, but you just couldn't.

The same thing happened to Youngjae. He kept rolling here and there on his bed but he still couldn't drift to sleep. He heard his phone vibrating on the table. He opened and saw it was a message. The message was sent from an unknown number.

Han Hyunri is leaving for New York tomorrow.

He widened his eyes.

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The next morning, you put on your pink scarf and wore your orange beanie. "Appa, umma, I'm leaving..." You turned around to look at them. They walked to you and hugged you in turn.

"Hyunri, you're not a little girl anymore. Take care of yourself, nae?" Your father your hair. You nodded with a smile. "Nae, appa."

Your mother held your hands and looked at you. "Aww, umma is going to miss you... And before I forget, when you reach there, there will be a black sedan waiting for you. It is belonged to the Ch