~Third Person POV~

The night after those events had occurred, Seunghyun lied in his bed, his newly acquired optimism only growing as he mulled over everything that had happened as of late. But one thing was bothering him: why was Natalie suddenly not curious at all about why he had cut himself? His FT Island hyungs had been acting strange as well, as if they knew something that he didn't.

Unless... Did they tell her? Did Natalie already know that he liked her? Seunghyun thought over the possibilities, growing suspicious of his band mates. If anyone had exposed his secret, it was most likely Minhwan and his big mouth. Seunghyun glanced across the room to where Minhwan was sleeping, dead as a rock, and shot the slumbering maknae a glare.

But Natalie hadn't acted any different than normal. At the basketball court, and even on the way home, she hadn't hinted at all that she already knew. But what if she did? Was she just ignoring it? Seunghyun was undecided on whether that was a good or a bad thing.

One thing was for sure. He had to find out. Whether or not she accepted his love, he just couldn't wait any longer. How much time did he have left with Natalie? A few days? Now that it had finally dawned on him that she would be going back to America soon, he couldn't imagine the amount of regret he would feel if she left before he had a chance to confess.  He would ask her to meet up with him. He would push aside all anxiety he felt and put his heart on the line. Would she accept it? He really didn't know. But one way or another, he had to find out.

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~Natalie's POV~

Breakfast with the 'rents seemed different this morning. At first I thought it was just me, since I did feel a lot better today, but the whole room seemed to glow, like the air itself radiated a comforting warmth.

Something had kept me up for part of the night, though. I couldn't stop thinking about how much time I had left here in Korea. Time seemed to be slipping away, and my return home seemed to be creeping up out of nowhere. I was sad that I would have to say goodbye to this country that I had come to love, but most of all I knew I would have to say goodbye to FT Island. That left me unsettled.

"About going home," I began, getting my parent's attention, "When are we leaving?"

"Why, are you getting homesick?" my dad joked.

I quickly shook my head. "No, not at all," I clarified, "I'm actually...sad to be leaving."

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. You knew the board meetings finished yesterday, right?" he asked, and I nodded. My mom had been keeping me filled in with whatever was going on with the company my dad worked for, not that I understood all that business talk. "Well, luckily a merger has been settled upon, and we'll be branching out into South Korea through the latter half of this year. That's what I'm going into the office today to discuss with the board of directors."

I nodded, wondering if there was any point to this story.

"In any case, I'm going to have to stay for longer than I had planned because we have to go over agreement terms and see the whole process through, and I was going to suggest that you and your mom could fly back without me," he continued, and my mom finished his sentence, "But if you'd like, we could