"You don't have to do this, you know." Mingi sounded like he was on the verge of tears as he helped Yunho load his last bag into the car he'd ordered.

Normally Yunho would feel guilty for hurting his friend, but most of his feelings had been locked away inside him and now all he desperately wanted was a fresh start.

His boss had been ecstatic when Yunho had called to say he'd changed his mind, and preparations began immediately.

After almost a month, it was finally time for him to leave.

Finally time to leave his pain behind.

"I'm sorry, Min." He said softly, unable to look at his best friend. "But it's a good opportunity for me." His explanation was so robotic and forced, he knew Mingi would see right through it.

His friend sighed, then pulled him into a fierce hug. "I know I originally said I was okay with this... But I'm going to miss you."

Yunho patted his back a few times. "I'll miss you too. You and Hongjoong are welcome to come visit me whenever."

They parted and exchanged on final look, then Mingi stepped back to let Yunho get into the car.

And he would have, if he hadn't turned to see Seonghwa and Yeosang walking toward him.

He was too shocked to be upset by it, so he just tilted his head and asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

"We may have called your work and got someone to tell us when you were leaving." Seonghwa admitted sheepishly. "We wanted to come see you off."

"And wish you luck." Yeosang added.

"Thank you, that's really nice of you." Yunho tried to smile for them, but he just... couldn't.

Seonghwa knew to answer before Yunho could muster the courage to ask. "He's doing fine." His lips curled into a small smile when Yunho perked up a little. "He's actually living in the academy dorms now."

"He is??" That surprised Yunho more than he'd care to admit. "But, how?"

Yeosang shrugged. "He's making it work with the new video and his diary. We talk every day, so I think that helps too."

"He said he wanted to stop being a burden to us." Seonghwa said with a slight frown. "We couldn't talk him out of it, especially when he showed us his plan and the new video he made. It was too good, so it was easy to see we wouldn't win the argument."

Yunho's eyes fell to the ground, and he just nodded. "Good for him."

"I know it's hard, and I'm sorry about what happened, but I want you to know that he's happy now. And he'd want you to find happiness too." Seonghwa's voice was soft, almost soothing, as he lifted up an unmarked CD. "This is from us, just a little going away present."

"Oh, thanks." Yunho once again tried to give them some form of smile, but all it felt like was his lips twitching a little.

Yeosang and Seonghwa gave him one final parting good luck, then left, ripping away yet another part of Yunho's heart as he looked down at the CD.

Something told him he should listen to it now, even though it was inconvenient. Why would they give him a CD?? How the hell was he supposed to listen to it while traveling.

With a sigh, he gave Mingi one more long hug, then got into the car, knowing if he didn't now, then he may try to convince himself to change his mind, and he did not want to do that.

"Airport please." He confirmed. Then his eyes darted to the dashboard, and he let out a small groan. "I know this is random, but can I give you a CD to put in really quick? I have no idea what's on it, so I apologize in advance."

The driver shrugged and took the CD from Yunho, opening the case and feeding it into his car's stereo.

'Looking at yourself, a lot goes in your mind. "I don't know if I'm ready to show myself", you worry day and night.'

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to cry.

He felt like he had been punched in the gut.

Why THE FUCK would Seonghwa give him a copy of the very song they said Wooyoung used to pick on the days he met Yunho??

Could they be any more cruel??

'Look at the stars fall, they leave the sky, goodbye. Must be an oracle, like a waterfall. They shower you with love tonight.'

Yunho hadn't realized he was crying until his driver turned around and asked if he was alright. But it took him several long seconds to process what he said.

Because he'd had another thought...

Was Seonghwa trying to tell him something...?

Once that spark was ignited, it burst within Yunho, and he was suddenly telling the driver to take him to Wooyoung's academy as fast as he could.

It wasn't fast enough, and Yunho leapt from the car before he'd even fully stopped in front of the giant dance hall.

"Please, please, please, please, please." He breathed to himself as he bounded up the stairs three at a time.

He dashed through the main hall, heading straight for the auditorium first.

A couple of other dancers recognized him and called after him with questioning tones, but Yunho ignored them all.

"Please, please, please, please, please."

The doors burst open, slamming against the walls, the sound reverberating throughout the giant room and claiming the attention of everyone on stage.

There were about a dozen of them practicing a routine on stage. All of them paused and exchanged looks, but one in particular slowly lowered his arms to his sides and turned to face Yunho directly.

"Woo..." He breathed, shoulders heaving from how hard he was breathing.

But he couldn't stop. He kept running down the aisle and up the side stairs so he could be on stage with Wooyoung, who was looking at him with wide, curious eyes.

"Wooyoung?" Yunho stopped a few paces away and lifted a hand a little, then clenched his fist and brought it back to his side.

"... Yes?" The younger asked hesitantly. His beautiful, honeyed eyes flicked all over Yunho's face, taking every bit of him in.

"Do you know who I am?" Yunho knew he sounded desperate, yet he couldn't find any form of control. Not now.

"No..." Wooyoung answered, and Yunho nearly collapsed on stage. "What's your name?"

It was so hard to speak. But he was powerless against Wooyoung's voice.

Oh, how he'd missed it.

"Yunho."

"Yunho." Wooyoung whispered back. "Can you come with me?"

Like a moth to a flame, Yunho followed after Wooyoung just by his simple command.

He knew the others on stage were whispering about him, but they didn't matter.

All he could focus on was Wooyoung, who was leading him through the back hallways to where the dorms were, all the way to a door that he opened with a key.

When he stepped inside, Yunho's eyes were immediately drawn to all the choreography sketches pinned to the walls, each one showing a rough drawing of a shorter man dancing next to a taller.

They were everywhere, covering almost every section of his walls.

"I don't know who you are, Yunho." Wooyoung said, looking around at all the sketches too. "But I dream about you almost every night."

Yunho's breath caught in his throat, and he turned to look at Wooyoung.

"Why is that?" The younger asked. "Why would I dream of a man I've never met before night after night, seeing dances with him in my mind?"

"Because" Yunho felt his lower lip trembling as he tried to find his words. "Because I love you. I've loved you for months now. And you used to love me, but you thought it was best to erase me from your life."

Wooyoung's mouth opened slightly, eyebrows rising in shock. "Why would I do that?"

As the memories resurfaced, Yunho didn't even try to hide his tears. It felt strange, because it was the first time he'd cried since he'd locked away his feelings. "You overheard me saying I was going to turn down a job opportunity in America to stay with you, and you felt like you were burdening me. No matter what I said, you decided to make a different video and erase me from your diary."

Recognition flashed in Wooyoung's eyes. "If you know about that... then what you're saying has to be true..."

"It is, I promise it is. I was going to leave, today in fact. But Yeosang and Seonghwa came by and gave me a CD with... with our song on it, and I just had to see you again."

Tears entered Wooyoung's eyes, making them glisten as if he was seeing stars. "You came back... for me?"

"Yes." Yunho took a step forward. "I will always come back for you, Wooyoung. My life was so empty and pointless before I met you. And it's been like that the past few weeks, too, except even worse."

They were both crying now, and Yunho took a leap of faith, closing the distance between them to pull Wooyoung into a hug.

"I love you. I will always love you, even if you want to forget me again..." He whispered into the top of Wooyoung's head.

Then... arms wrapped around his waist and Wooyoung was leaning his head against his shoulder. "I don't think I can do that."

"Really?" Yunho sobbed softly.

"Mmm. I don't... because... You feel like home."