Author's POV
'Ara,' Jimin shouted into the storage room. 'Ara, are you okay?'

'Mr Park,' the receptionist followed Jimin into the corridor, 'please stop, sir, you're disturbing the patients.'

As curious patients gathered around the scene respectively, Jimin argued desperately, 'Miss, I just heard my girlfriend's voice in there.'

Behind boxes and shelves and out of view in the storage room of the hospital, Jungkook's hand was still tightly covering Ara's mouth while his other arm wrapped around her waist like a seatbelt. She tried to make her way out of his tight grasp but only resulted back where she was in his arms. 'Ara, stop,' Jungkook whispered desperately, his breath warm to her ear.

Slowly and steadily, Jimin worked his way into the cramped room, ignoring the shouting from behind him. 'Ara,' he called once more before pulling away the box where they once leaned on, still warm from their body heat. There was no one there.

'Uh, sir,' the confused receptionist followed him in doubtfully, still in effort to stop him.

Without warning, Jungkook let go of Ara and she turned the corner without thinking, into the full view of Jimin, the receptionist, and the crowd of onlookers. Jimin stared at her, unsure what to feel inside.

Ara eventually ran forward into the safety of her boyfriend, Jimin, the one she chose. Jimin wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders and rested his chin onto her head, pulling her as close to him as possible. Even though it was just a few nights, he missed her so much, more than anything. It was like a part of his soul was taken from him, the most important part of his soul. Without another word, he pushed through the receptionist and the patients carelessly, an arm still wrapped around Ara.

He opened his car door for her as soon as they reached the black Lamborghini Aventador. Still silent from practically being kidnapped previously, Ara climbed into the vehicle and Jimin got in on the other side.