Ara's/ your POV

We waved goodbye when we got to my apartment and I took off my small flats, neatly placing them back where they belonged. For the brief moment I was with my friends, I seemed to have forgotten about Jimin….about Jungkook…about that night, though Mina's creepy silence made me shiver. I took my cold phone from my bag without a second thought and called Jimin.

Brr brr…brr brr…

Realising what I was doing, I immediately slapped the 'end call' button but he picked up. 'Ara,' his voice flowed into my ears. I wanted to end the call but I couldn't move. There was silence before I managed to think properly, ending the call. Droplets of sweat surfaced on my forehead and back as I switched my phone off in panic. What am I doing? I closed my eyes, allowing my secret tears to flow freely.

My phone rang again with another message. I love you. Soft snow fell around me as I stood alone on the cold platform. I closed my eyes, triggering two small teardrops. What am I doing?