I spent last night too on the basement. I didn't want to use their bedrooms. There were no other spare room either, all were occupied. I could hear clamouring from above. I didn't dare to go there, Jungkook was the sole reason.

He have a lot of questions. Also, he's scared of me. That actually is affecting me. I never tried to scare him. I don't even want to. I may not be like them, but I never intend to harm them. Maybe I should talk to him. Let him know that I mean no harm.

After making sure the others left, I went up. Upon reaching their, all the plans I had made, seems to lose the spirit. I felt like hiding again. And that's what I did.

I made sure he was in his room. Then I started skipping around the house. They made chocolate pancakes for breakfast today.

I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Code Red, I need to hide before he sees me. I took the cupboard as my place.

I heard a cough and him saying, ''I know you are here.''

Ughh..I groaned while coming out of the cupboards.

''Why are you here in our house?'' Here comes the train of questions.

''If I had known, then we wouldn't even be having this conversation.''

''You have no clue about anything right?''

''Nope'' I replied popping the 'p'.

''Atleast tell me who you are?''

''I don't know. I have no recollection about anything whatsoever.''

''Your name?'' He asked with a little hope that he might get an answer for that.

''Ara, I guess.'' I replied while looking at my bracelet again.

He took a few steps towards me and looked at my wrist. Hesitantly, he raised my hands and checked my bracelet. His hands were tense. He's still scared of me, but he's trying to be brave. Someone treating me like this is painful. It hurts.

I took my hands away from him while he looked at me with mixed expressions. I can see a tinge of awe, concern and worry in his doe eyes.

''You should have breakfast. Aren't you starving?'' I tried to change the conversation because I'm not used to all this, not yet.

He nodded and went to take a plate. After pausing he took another plate, looking at me.

''You're kidding me, right? I can't eat, that's slightly offensive you know.'' I snickered. He chuckled hearing that.

Like I thought, he had a whole row of questions for me. And all I could reply was with a series of 'no, I don't know, I can't remember'. He face palmed himself after his small friendly interrogation.

''Why can't you remember anything?''

I stood there akimbo. Didn't he just listen to me? I'm clueless.

''Maybe we could search, there must be something. Like a report for missing person or..or..''

''Dead'' I completed it for him. He looked at me with sympathy.

''Hey don't look at me with that expression. It makes me feel pathetic.'' I complained.

''Anyways like you said, there must be something we could start from.'' I continued.

Later that day, I just spent wandering around. Jungkook had to do something work related, so I was on my own.  And we weren't that close anyways to begin with.

He didn't tell the others about me or our little conversation when the others returned.

The basement was the last place I wished to spend the night. It's super uncomfortable.

They all went to bed. Namjoon and Hoseok were sharing the master bedroom. After a few minutes, their bickering stopped, indicating they were asleep. Jin was the other one, using the bedroom in that floor.

Seeing them makes me want to have a family. They are like siblings. Small silly fights and limitless love for each other.

I looked up from my couch (more like a stack of clothes piled up) hearing a knock on the door.

''Are you here?'' Jungkook, what is he doing here? How did he become brace so fast and forget about fearing me?

I slowly opened the door (because he can't come through) without making any noise.

''Why are you here? It's late, go and get some sleep.'' I tried to shoo him off.

He just ignored my question and entered the room.

''You sleep here?'' He asked incredulously pointing at that thing I call a couch.

I nodded.

''Come, you can use the couch upstairs that's way better than that junk piled over there.'' He said while dragging me upstairs.

This boy has grown so brave with just a day's interaction. Should I be impressed? Shouldn't he be scared especially at this night time.

Well anyways, I don't mind, atleast I can talk to someone like a normal person does.

He sat on the opposite couch elegantly with crossed legs.

''By the way your tattoo looks beautiful. I forgot to tell you that before.'

'My whattt ?'