Namjoon was in the music studio packing most of the things in there. He has been thinking of what he would do after he leaves the studio and the other members wouldn't be there.

"Namjoon? Can I come in?" An unknown voice comes from the door and Namjoon turned his head to find Hoseok.

"Yeah sure," was the only thing Namjoon said.

"Packing already? You're excited?" Hoseok asked as he scanned the room full of boxes.

"Oh, you can't hear me cry?" Namjoon closed one of the boxes and put tape on it so it wouldn't open again.

"Huh?"

"It's like I'm seeing my dreams die," Namjoon stood up from his seating position and sat back down on a small couch.

"It's so quiet here and it feels so cold," Hoseok sat where Namjoon had sat before he moved to the couch.

"This dorm no longer feels like home," Namjoon had always had ways with words. It even made Hoseok speechless.

"I guess you could say that," Hoseok said in a low voice.

"When they told us we had to go our separate ways I felt like I couldn't breathe," Hoseok pulled his knees up to his face and faced the floor.

"When Jungkook started packing early it hurt even more," Hoseok looked at Namjoon to see his expression.

"We'll still friends though, right?" Namjoon asked Hoseok.

"Of course! You're the leader of Bangtan. You will forever be the leader of this beautiful group."