I have to say that the illumination of the room doesn't do justice to what I'm seeing. Jungkook has his back towards me, punching the punching bag without stopping. He has a hoodie on, but I can still see a few of his tattoos on his wrists.

He's so concentrated on his punches, that he doesn't even notice my presence. I would tell him that I'm here, but I don't. I keep admiring how his muscles contract each time he hits the punching bag, or how his jaw tenses when he takes a step back to take an impulse.

Jungkook knows what he's doing when he hits the bag, and I'm sure that if I even tried, I wouldn't get it to move a milometer. I've never realized how much I liked to watch someone train until now.

Then, I remember myself and why I'm here, and I walk towards him. I can't stay here with my mouth open looking at him, much less when a few minutes ago, I couldn't control my anger.

And my anger increases when I see him. Jungkook stops hitting the punching bag and he smiles at me, but he doesn't say anything, making me feel uncomfortable... like always.

I clear my throat and Jungkook tries to hide his smile.

"Well, here I am... I suppose that was the whole point of this."

Even though my words break the silence, he doesn't talk. He looks too busy looking at me, but he doesn't say a word. And even though his presence makes me somewhat nervous, I won't let him win.

"Jungkook, listen, I need my backpack back." I say in a firm tone. "I'm not playing."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"And who said I was playing?"

I raise an eyebrow and he returns to hitting the punching bag. My presence doesn't provoke the most minimum remorse. Moreover, my presence doesn't provoke anything, because he keeps acting like if I didn't exist. Like if I didn't travel kilometers in a bus just so that I can get my damn backpack that he took away from me with an absurd and incoherent purpose.

"Listen, Jungkook." I get a bit closer to him. "My father is worried about me, I really want to go back home-"

"Then go back." He interrupts me. "Is there anyone preventing you from doing it?"

His sarcastic smile takes me out of balance. My hands close into fists, but I know I have no chance against him. Jungkook is a boxer, and I've only fought with a girl at my school... and I pulled her hair.

"I'm trying to get you to give me my backpack." My cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide my aggravation. "What problem do you have with me?"

Jungkook doesn't answer, he simply shrugs his shoulders. His indifference takes away the little bit of patience I have left. If I was here, it was because he wanted me to come here. But if I threatened him with leaving, it's probable that he might yield. I always did that with Hyerin, and it worked.

"You know what? If you're not going to give it to me, then I'll leave." I turn around and start to walk. "When you get bored and decide it's time to give it back, give it to Hyerin."

I hear sigh behind me.

"Areum, stop."

His tone isn't friendly, and it's more of an order, but it's enough for me to turn around with a frown. I have to pretend that I'm mad, because inside I'm jumping from happiness: my plan worked.

"Now what?" I ask, upset.

Jungkook scoffs and takes off the white bandages from his hands.

"I'll give you your backpack." He suddenly says.

"Really?"

"Under one condition." He continues with half a smile.

I swallow hard. I'm a bit scared of what he'll ask from me, and I feel how a knot starts to form in my stomach. I can't believe I'm here, alone in a room with Jungkook. This is what happens when I don't think with a cold mind.

"I don't know what you're playing at, but I don't like it." I mumble, looking at him cautiously.

He gets closer to me with an inexpressive gaze. He walks slowly, and stops in front of me. He's so close, that I can feel his rather agitated respiration.

"You have to answer one question, and you're free to leave." He says with a smile.

I look at him distrustfully. I don't think it's that simple to free myself from Jungkook, and much less is he going to return my backpack just for answering a stupid question.

"What kind of question?" I exclaim, nervous.

"It's just a question, Aerum, you don't have to worry." He looks at my lips and I move uncomfortably. "You just have to answer it and that's it."

I think about it for a few seconds and I nod. If one question is going to liberate me from this, then I'm willing to answer it.

"Ask it."

"Okay." Jungkook represses a smile and I hope for the worst.

"Do you like it rough or rather calm?"

The instant that I hear the question, I know very well that I've gotten myself into a big problem.

a/n: sorry for the cliffhanger... again...

so i got front row seats to bang bang con and im so happy