DARA'S POV

My phone rang as soon as I hit click. Bommie.

"HEYYY!!!"

Girl, she's loud! I had to pull away my phone from my ears.

"Bom!"

"WHY DID THE BOTH OF YOU CHANGED YOUR PROFILE PICTURE??? DON'T TELL ME... HAVE YOU...?"

She knew. I've shared my plans with her multiple times — in hopes I'd change my mind. In the end, I did it anyway.

"Yes, I did."

"OH MY GOD!!! WHERE ARE YOU NOW???"

"I'm still here. But I'd go back to my mom's once I'm done packing."

"Awkwaaaard."

"VERY."

"Need a hand?"

"Yes, please!"

I feel like I've lived here all my life. Jiyong and I moved in together early in our relationship. And now, I'm leaving. 

"Bom's gonna help me pack. She's coming."

I sent a text message to Ji. I couldn't say it in person. It's too awkward.

"Ok."

He replied.

"Bro."

Jiyong was sat in the living room when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up and opened the door, expecting the visitor to be Bom. But no, it was his best friend — Youngbae.

"Yo. What made you co—"

He was cut by her voice. 

"Bommie?? Oh... Hi, Youngbae! I thought it was Bom. I was expecting her hehe."

"No worries, Dara."

Dara then went back to her room.

Jiyong and Youngbae shared a meaningful look.

"Yup. She's moving out."

"Bae, this is SOOOO awkward. I'm getting chills!"

Bom whispered.