Sometimes, sincerity is the best option. That is, if you get into a big problem, the best and correct thing to do is to talk to someone about it, and have someone close to you help you resolve it. Of course to do that, you have to tell the truth... the whole truth.

And I just couldn't walk into my father's bar and say: "Hey, dad, so during that clandestine party that I didn't tell you I would go to, I met a guy who, by the way, is a boxer. He stole my backpack, and I have no idea where he is. Now, can you help me look for him?"

He would probably ground me until I turn thirty five, and I would never be able to step foot out of my house... ever.

So, I chose to do the most sensible thing in my situation: I sent a text to my father, telling him that I went to Hyerin's house to study. Of course, my father called Hyerin, and she lied to confirm the story.

To my luck, or not so much, Hyerin knew where to find Jungkook.

The problem was that Jungkook lives near a gym, and Hyerin thought he would be there. But it was all a simple suspicion, because he wasn't willing to answer her phone calls. And, even though I had my phone, I couldn't just simply live without my notebooks, or books.

However, I was furious. So much, that everytime I thought about Jungkook, I just wanted to scream. I couldn't accept how much of an idiot he was.

This time he crossed the line...

I don't even know why he did it in the first place. He seems to like getting me nervous and appears in the most inopportune moments. He liked to make me mad, I could see it in his gaze.

I get out of the bus and I look at the time on my phone. It's almost three in the afternoon, and I don't even know if I'm in the correct place. The street is deserted, cars don't even pass. The fear overpowers me and I walk fast.

I reach the gym in seconds, and I walk in without thinking, but I suddenly stop when various men look at me with raised eyebrows. I suppose it's not common to see a teenage girl entering a gym wearing the uniform of an expensive school. I have the plaid skirt, with the high white stockings, and the white shirt that's tucked into my skirt.

However, everyone returns to what they were doing instantly. I only see men, all of them with a similar style to Jungkook's, lifting a lot of weight. I still ask myself how they don't break their backs while trying.

I rapidly direct myself towards the counter. A guy looks at me while he chews his gun calmly. He smiles at me confused for a few seconds.

"Are you looking for someone?" He asks with a dry tone.

"In fact, yes." I clear my throat, trying to give myself some confidence. "Do you know if Jungkook is here today?"

"You're Areum, right?"

"He told you I would come?"

"Of course." He smiles. "He's on the second floor."

I was going to kill him. I was going to give him a slow and painful death for having me come here, knowing that I would come one way of another.

"Thank you." I give him a forced smile and walk towards the stairs.

"Wait!" Someone says behind me, and I turn around to look at the guy from the counter. "Can you give me your number later?"

I frown.

"Why?"

"To offer your services, of course." He says with naturality. "Although, take it as advice: guys prefer nurses rather than students."

I keep looking at him, thinking about his words.

Is he calling me a slut? Does the uniform look that bad on me?

I try to ignore his comment and walk up the stairs. I get to the second floor in seconds, and I look around me. I have no idea what I'm looking for, and I just walk towards the music.

I can't let Jungkook control what I can and can't do, he isn't my father. And I was getting tired of this little game  of "stop going to the club or else there will be consequences", and I was going to leave it very clear.

I enter through the only door that's half open, and I pray that I don't have it wrong.

The room is large, and there's punching bags, dumbbells and lots of machines everywhere.

Then, I find what I'm looking for: Jungkook is there. However, once I see him, my jaw drops.