"It's your birthday?" Kelly asked me.

Oh. It had snuck up on me. All this commotion and stress, and I had forgotten my own birthday. I blushed. "What day is it?" I asked.

"The twenty-sixth of July." Jaeminhi answered.

"Huh. I guess it is!" I said.

"Happy birthday, Kimmy-unnie!" Chaehin said. She reminded me of Jess, the way she spoke just now. It was at the same tone that she would've used. I gave her a hug to hide my choking throat.

"Happy birthday!" the entire backstage crew shouted. I felt something strange. Kind of like family, but not quite. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"It that it's your last day!" one of the directors said to me. "You were a great ice-breaker."

Belonging. That's what it was. I felt some tiny piece of my heart break off. I would miss this place, these people. All of it.

A taxi drove me to the hotel for the last time. I would even miss the sight of pulling up to the main doors. I'd miss the nice lady in the lobby, the smell of delicious food from the attached restaurant, and even the hotel manager was always kind to me.

I went upstairs and repacked the things I had messed up in my hurry earlier. I heard BIGBANG go to their rooms as well. And the makeup artists... Then all was silent. I felt lonely. I changed into my pajamas, refolded today's clothes and packed it. I was bored. I pulled out my suitcase and decided to put some thought into tomorrow's outfit.

I could wear a skirt and sit uncomfortably, or jeans and sit a little more comfortably, but less stylishly.

I went for the skirt. Next was the top. It's mid-summer, so the temperature there should be scalding hot. I debated in between a tube top with a crop top or a thick strapped tank top.

I chose the tank top. I laid those on my bed. I checked the time, midnight.

I opened up my laptop to check my email. I had to print my flight details. I sent it to the hotel's printer, grabbed my key and wallet and went downstairs. In the lobby, the nice lady, Hana asks if she can help.

"I wanted to print something, is that okay?"

Hana nodded and brought me to the computer cafe room. There was a man doing some business related thing. On the computer connected to the printer, I selected my file, fed some won into the little box thing, and my flight details were printed.

I was on my way up to my room and walking down the hallway and turning the corner when I saw Jiyong turning away from my door with a box in his hands.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Oh! You weren't inside? I thought you might've gone to sleep." he whispered.

"No, just printing something. What's up?" I whispered back.

"Oh, not much. Just the sky."

I looked up. "I see a ceiling."

"You