The house hadn't changed; the colour scheme of neutral tones and the warm and friendly aura radiated quicker, and faster than he had ever known it. The lounge was filled with the bags fully packed and labelled appropriately. The clock had barely past ten and already the two males were awake and eating the well prepared food. Something felt wrong … something felt beyond wrong. There were no words to explain how he felt in that moment in time. Everything had frozen in position as Yoon Ji Hoo looked around the quiet home that only held sadness with everyday that passed. The tension in the air as thick as fog as the simple act to breathe was suddenly glazed over with self-doubt.

The first case was labelled as for Yi Jung; the excessive baggage that accustoms his presence was piled around the black case in the form of smaller bags, and backpacks. The news of his leaving had been almost forgotten; it only struck JiHoo when the bags were found in his lounge, piled by the wall with a box atop of the suitcase. A hand touched the package atop to carefully hold it in his hands, the red box wrapped with white ribbon with a small tag. The name read Geum JanDi in handwriting too familiar, too fresh for the female to witness its existence. His hands place it back down to the case as noise erupted from the dining room, and this he listened to: the conversation between WooBin and Yi Jung.

"Yi Jung … is now the right to leave Seoul? You could stay until next week, surely. It would be nice for you to help us when the storm begins." The Korean took another spoonful of the warm hotcakes, covered in syrup and berries as he wiped a small piece against the china plate; the clash of cutlery leaving a faint echo.

"WooBinhyung, how can I stay here for an extra week? The longer we stay, the harder it will be to leave. But you are mislead, hyung. We all are affected by this … I don't want to stay here more than I have to." Yi Jung replied, pushing aside the empty plate with a sigh.

"Yi Jung—" Woobin began, but a louder voice broke his speech.

"Aniyo! I am not staying here … you may be able to, but I cannot. WooBin hyung, I am leaving in three days. Unless you have any more to say, this is goodbye."

"Arasso … to old friends, and new beginnings." WooBin raised his glass to the other, and a moment of silence. Yi Jung stared at the glass, the way the light hit the liquid left him suddenly weakened to all forms of speech. Their glasses collided with a gentle chink. "What about the F4?"

"The F4 …" He was cut off from the train of thought. JiHoo stood in the doorway, his eyes focused on the two glasses touching. Both males stared at the Korean as he poured a drink into a clear glass to raise it with the others. In harmony they took a moment of silence before JiHoo's voice emitted from his rosy petals.

"To Gu JunPyo …" he began. "… and the F4."

"Gu JunPyo, and the F4" they agreed, and together they took the last drop of water to combine their destiny as one, to form the famous F4 for one of the last times.