'I still can’t believe it,
All of this seems like a dream,
Don’t try to disappear,

Is it true? Is it true?'

~Butterfly (BTS)

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Ara's/your POV

Before I knew it, his hands were once again around mine and, all of a sudden, I realised I was smiling, against all the circumstances, as we ran hand in hand down the echoey corridor. This was crazy. Being led away from your boyfriend and enjoying it.

Jungkook pulled me into a dark room. From what I could make out, the small space was cramped with fragile, wooden shelves, which were home to patients' clothes, towels and/or some other cloth-like materials.

He gently turned me into his broad chest and turned his phone's flashlight on.

It was like a dream I was in but couldn't contribute nor control my actions. Why was I letting him do what he wants to me like an obedient dog?

After he rested my head onto his warm chest, he took my arms and wrapped them around his neck and I flinched ever-so-slightly at the skinship but I didn't move away- I couldn't move away. I dared a glance at his face. He was smiling at me but there was a fear in his eyes- a fear for the past, the present, the future, or all. And I was the same. I feared.

'Ara,' he whispered and slowly tucked a loose strand of my messy hair behind my