Author's pov

The boys were all sprawled on the couch and the floor after their return from work. Jin and Jimin were playing video games, whereas Suga and Hobi dozed off watching them play. Taehyung was munching on chips while going through his phone. Namjoon was totally into his book in his hands.

While all were occupied with their own stuffs, Jungkook was lost in his thoughts. He just stared at the ceiling, fiddling the rings on his fingers.

''Kookie, why aren't you playing with us?'' Jimin whined.

''You look so down today.'' Jin agreed seeing his lack of absence.

He didn't give them a reply. He continued with his thoughts. He doubted if it was because of what she remembered the previous day. One other guess was her being embarassed at their encounter in the shower. But he shrugged it off, thinking he was being paranoid. He thought he might be the only one who felt the heat when she is near him.

''Guys I'm going back to my room. I don't feel well.'' He stood up from the couch.

''Are you okay? Do you have fever?'' Namjoon asked concerned.

''No, hyung it's just a headache.'' With that he left to his room upstairs.

He groaned thinking where she was. Maybe she's teasing him, he thought.

''Ara, stop playing around. It's not funny anymore. Come out.'' He whispered.

Nothing, there wasn't any movement around. He tried again and again. But to his disappointment, nothing happened. He felt sad. He's grown to like her. Spending time with her healed him in many ways. But he realised it late.

'Maybe, she had to leave because of some emergency and might come back tomorrow. She told that she couldn't leave but somehow she might have did it. Did she leave without even saying a goodbye to me?' His mind were gruelling with all these notions. He slept off that night, hoping he would see her tomorrow.

Ara's pov

"Mom, I love it. It tastes so good." She made me so many foods. I am all stuffed right now. And dad was always around. I missed them.

Each day with them was so precious. Dad told me he would take me to the amusement park. We used to go there and have a blast all the time.

"Are you ready, Ara?" I could hear his voice filled with excitement from downstairs.

"Coming." I shouted from my room.

Our way to the park was silent. The park was crowded like always. Guess I'm gonna have to wait in long queues all day. But it's okay, I love that thrilled feeling I get whenever I go in the rides.

Dad and mom joined me on many rides. But they didn't feel the energy to go for the roller coaster. So I was on my own.

After a fifteen minutes wait, I got in the seat. The lady sitting beside was all grumpy and moody. It killed my mood. She couldn't shut up about the kids sitting behind us. She was yelling at them. I mean, they're kids, so let them be, why is she ruining everyone's day. I groaned.

Just before the time for buckling the seatbelts, she got off the seat muttering under her breath as she got a phone call. Finally, peace. I thought to myself.

Since she left, another little girl who was next on the line got in. She was so small but tall enough to get on the ride, her hair was all over blocking her face, due to the wind. We all buckled in. The ride started shortly. It was one hell of a ride. I was howling the whole way. I felt so energized after that. At some point the kid dug her hands onto mine. She was holding my hand so tightly, that I felt like a big sister to her. Really making me wish to have a little one.

After we landed, I asked her if she was okay. She released my hand from her hold and turned to me.

''I'm fine, thank you. I got scared. This was my first ride."

''Aww, do you want to join me for the next ride?"

"Yesss" She squeeked happily. Her face reminded me of someone. I felt like I've seen her before. Maybe not. If it was someone I know, I would've recognised.

We both went for a few more rides together then she had to leave as her aunt came and called her. So I went back to find my parents.

"Aahh". I groaned rubbing my forehead as I hit a wall. I stumbled a few steps back. Now where did that come from? I looked up. I saw a man in front of me. I accidentally bumped into him while texting my dad.

''I'm so sorry." I apologised. His broad chest was so strong that it felt like I hit a wall. He turned to look at me. My eyes went wide seeing his face. I know him, I'm sure about that. That doe eyes.

"It's okay." He smiled showing the mole under his lips. That voice, it feels so familiar. Like I've heard it more than once. When he smiled it made me feel like I've missed seeing that. But I don't know what's all this. Who is he? Do I know him? But he doesn't show any signs like he knows me.