Ara's/your POV
As I shuffled comfortably into my bed after the long day and longer days before, I rubbed my sore restless eyes. 

'Ara,' he whispered, 'be careful.'

Yah, why did he have to be so close to me? Does he just do that to anyone he meets? Lean close to them and tell them to be careful? Nevertheless, I was thankful for his care. Whether it made sense to me or not, my heart felt warm to think someone was looking out for me like an older brother.

But most importantly, what did I need to be careful of? Jimin? Jungkook? I pulled the warm blanket over my head and wished for the sleep I lacked from the last few nights but Taehyung's words just repeated and repeated in my head alongside the many questions until exactly 3:00am.

Through my alcohol-blurred vision, I read the time on my phone. *3:00am*. As I stepped out of the bathroom and into the large flashing club again, I caught sight of Mina. 'Yah,' I called out, 'Mina.' Her bag was already on her shoulder as she turned to look at me for a split second before she continued to leave. Confused, I grabbed my bag and followed her out of the club, pushing past the bright lights and heated bodies.

By the time I made it outside into fresh air, she was out of sight but I was too drunk to start worrying. 'Yah, Myoui Mina,' I called, my voice echoing in the busy street. I ran my hand through my messy hair and turned to leave but instead, I was faced with Mina.

'I- I have to leav