twelve.

                                    

                                          
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twelve.

                          
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ㅤi sat on the top of the suitcase in order to close it completely. i didn't remember taking so much stuff for less than two weeks or having any trouble closing it back in korea. 
                          
ㅤi debated standing on the suitcase to close it. after all, it was the only option i had. If i didn't close it, i couldn't go back to korea.
                          
ㅤafter almost two weeks in that building complex with the boys, i had to go back to korea. the recordings were over for the moment and all the mentors would go back until the next evaluation. the episodes hadn't aired yet and until that happened, people couldn't vote online, so we had to wait to see the results. and that would be two weeks later. the boys would have recordings with yixing again and most of them would be eliminated.
                          
ㅤwith that in mind, i had said goodbye to each and every one of them the day before. for many of them it was probably going to be the last time we would see each other. it made me very sad to see how everyone was working hard, but not everyone could make it to the end.
                          
ㅤmy flight to korea was leaving in a few hours, before noon. once there, i had to go to fantagio to talk to the director, as well as see my friends. we had a lot to talk about, as jieqiong was probably about to recover and my comeback could have a future again.
                          
ㅤleaving my thoughts aside, i stood on my suitcase. maybe i would break it, but i had no more ideas. my clothes didn't seem to fit. when i was about to give up and lie down on my bed, the door of my room opened.
                          
ㅤi would have thought it was cheng xiao, if it wasn't for the fact that she had left the day before. she was probably the only person who could get into my room without knocking. however, jackson's face suddenly appeared. i regretted not having locked the door.
                          
ㅤhe looked at me carefully, probably wondering what i was doing standing on my suitcase. i stared at him statically until he walked in completely and closed the door behind him.
                          
ㅤ"you could have knocked before you came in" i said, still not moving.
                          
ㅤ"i could have" he answered indifferently, approaching me. "may i ask what you're doing with your suitcase?"
                          
ㅤ"what do you think?"
                          
ㅤ"i could think of many things. i have a great imagination"
                          
ㅤ"since you're here, you're going to help me"
                          
ㅤ"what for?" he asked me, hands in his trouser pockets. i pointed to the suitcase under me, as if it wasn't too obvious already. "i didn't come here for that"
                          
ㅤ"does it look like i care?" i replied. he sighed and helped me close the suitcase, while i kept on it. "what did you come for then?" i asked him. he zipped up the suitcase with difficulty, but in the end he got it. when it was completely closed, i got off the suitcase.
                          
ㅤ"to say goodbye to you. you were going to leave and not even bother to say goodbye" jackson sat down on my bed, making himself comfortable. i, on the other hand, picked up the last of the things in the room, puiting them in my bag.
                          
ㅤ"i didn't know you were still here" i replied. i took the glasses that were on the table and put them on, since i had already packed the lenses.
                          
ㅤ"i've been filming something with the boys" i nodded, my back to him. i checked the room once more, hoping i hadn't left anything behind. i opened the closets and drawers at least twice, while jackson kept quiet on my bed. "by the way" he spoke suddenly. "how are you doing with the songs? you told me you were working on some"
                          
ㅤ"right. the truth is that the last song is already starting to take shape" i replied, finishing checking the whole room. the song i was producing for a boy band, or at least what i intended, was much closer to being finished. lately i had been very inspired, probably thanks to the show, and every night i would continue with the song. "what about you and your band? how are you doing?" i asked him, fixing my ponytail in the mirror.