-Nayeon's POV-

"So...how's the recording today?"  Taemin asked.

"It went pretty good, I didn't really struggle with any of the songs."

"I am proud of you."

"Thanks,"  I looked at her, she was packing up.

"...Taemin, where's your real home?"

She stopped what she was doing.  I could tell she was thinking about it.

"I don't have a home."  She continued packing her clothes.

"Well...you at least can stay with your family."

"My parents died when I was 7."

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"It's okay, Nayeon.  I don't remember them anyway."  She turned and looked at me, "By the way, how's your left leg?"

I didn't expect she was asking me that, "Oh, it's better now.  Thanks for asking."

She nodded and packed.

"Why, are you packing?"

"I am moving."

"To where?"

"Storage room."

"What?  Why?"

"Because your boss said so."

"He can't do that, that's so unfair."

"Nayeon, life is unfair.  You can't do anything about that."

"But he is treating you badly, how can you stand living there?"

"Don't worry, I will be leaving at the end of the year."

"I am going to his office right now, to tell him that-"

"Stop it, Nayeon.  You are going to make the situation worse."  I will leave in November, that's when my contract expires."

"That's 7 months until then."