Jungkook's POV
I stared at my phone in silence, yet again. I was alone in the practice room after everyone left. 

A few days ago:
After everyone left the practice room, I took out my phone to scroll through my messages with Ara. Since the night in my apartment 6 months ago, we hadn't seen, spoken or even texted each other. Did I hate her for leaving me? Yes. But every time I think of her, my heart does a somersault as if we were back in high school. I miss you. My fingers typed as the dark sorrow continued to grow, taking over me. 'Aish,' sighed as I sent my message whilst trying to delete it. Did I realise? Yes. But did I attempt to fix it? No. This was because, truly, in my heart, I wanted to send it. I did miss her.

I locked my phone. Then I unlocked it. And I locked it again. 'If you want to meet up with her, then tell her,' a voice from my head bugged me. 'Don't be a coward twice.' The voice was correct. She wouldn't just walk straight back into my arms. But I couldn't do it. My racing heart almost stopped as the door was opened.

'Jungkook-ah,' she smiled as she leaned against the practice room door. Her pure white shirt was neatly tucked into her ironed skirt. She was the definition of perfection. I stood up from the laminate flooring and walked over to her. The whole time, my heart raced faster than ever and I daren't look at her. But maybe just one peek. Just once. She looked up and for a long time, we stood in silence,  neither of u