Author's pov

The house was silent than its ever been. All the boys are worried about Jungkook's state. He hasn't been talking much lately. Always shut in his own room. He rarely comes out after forcing him for long to have food. The only thing he does without any complaint was going for work.

They don't know what was happening to him. They feared if that might be because of the incident that happened few months back. All of them took in turns to ask him what was going on. But he shut them out. This devastated all.

It's been a few days Ara has gone leaving him. He thought she might return. He waited and waited, thinking she will come back the next day. As days passed by there was no sign of her.

He couldn't sleep, everytime he closes his eyes, all he could see was her. The moments he spent with her. The first day he met her and getting scared for his dear life.

He got up from his bed, swiped off the files he kept on his table and took out the long sheet he safely rolled and kept on his shelf few days back. He spread it across the table as he looked at it with his hurtful eyes.

The painting he drew of her's. Those eyes that reminded him of the deep ocean. Anyone could get lost in those eyes for hours. His fingers lightly brushed her face as tears started brimming.

Suddenly, the door opened, showing Jin with a bowl of cereals. Jungkook quickly worked his hands to hide the painting. But Jin was quick, he stopped him from doing it.

''Who is that?" Jin raised his brows.

"No one hyung. It's just no one."

"That's not going to work on me, Kookie. If it was no one, why do you look so hurt? Why are you shutting us out. Tell me." He pressed further. Jungkook knew they never try to pressure him for knowing his personal life. But he knew they are very scared and wanted to only help him. He didn't want his hyungs to know, but he understood that his silence is killing them more.

He took a deep breath, he thought they should know, after all they are his family. He accompanied with Jin went downstairs to others.

Jungkook told them how he met her, him being the only one who can see her. He explained that they both had no clue to the reasons for all this. He told them the things she remembered, her young self in the beach, then about that little girl she recollected before her disappearance. Everything.

He was trying hard to control his tears. He didn't want to cry in front of them. He felt like he should stay strong or else that might hurt his hyungs more.

"Why didn't you tell us all this while?" Suga was still not over his shock, but he masked his disbelief for the younger's sake.

"If I told you, you wouldn't have believed me. You would just think I'm saying all this over the shock." He reminded them.

"Well, that's probably true." Jimin agreed scratching the back of his head.

"She was with us all this time, seen us and all?" Taehyung asked biting his fingernails.

Jungkook nodded as a yes.

"Ohh shit, she might have seen all the weird stupid things we did." Tae face palmed himself. His response actually helped to lighten up from the thick tension around.

"But where is she now? If she was here you would have seen her by now, won't you?" Namjoon asked.

Again all he could do was give him a nod.

"What if she left the house?" Jin raised another possibility.

"No hyung, didn't Kookie already tell us she can't leave." Hobi reminded him.

"What if she could now? There's nothing else I could come up with." Jin said resting his head on his palms.

"No, no she won't leave me like that. She would've atleast told me." Junkook couldn't accept the possibility of that suggestion.

"Why won't she leave? Obviously, she must have been waiting for a chance to leave."

"No" He yelled as he stood up from the couch. "She will not do that. You don't know her like I do." With that he left the room and dashed upstairs leaving the others dumbstruck.

They looked at each other thinking of his behaviour, him getting worked up just at the mentioning of her.

"Does he like her?" Tae asked incredulously.

Nobody was sure of the answer to that question.