I take off my apron and hang it up on the rack. The last customer leaves the bar, and I run towards the door to flip the sign to CLOSED. My father sits down on a chair and sighs, clearly exhausted.

"Do you want me to make you a coffee?" I ask him.

He shakes his head.

"No thank you. If you want you can go home, we already cleaned up the place anyways..."

I nod. I don't want to seem excited, but I am. I've spend all of Wednesday and Thursday working until nine pm. I'm really exhausted, and I need to take a break. Especially when my relationship with Hyerin has me overwhelmed: she hasn't sent me a message, she hasn't answered my calls, and by what I've seen, she's missed class for the past two days.

I don't know if she's sick, if she's escaped with Jimin again, or if something really happened to her. It's not like if I can call her mother and ask her where she is: I run the risk of ruining her lie that she's staying at my house. And now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I should. She's my best friend, and if something happens to her, I would never forgive myself.

"Okay, well if you need anything, I'll be going home." I tell my father, and he nods.

I leave by the back door and walk half a block, and once I enter my house, I take off my shoes. I walk towards the kitchen and heat up some leftovers. Simply perfect.

I lean on the island while I wait for the timer to end and I check my phone. I have a few messages from Taehyung, but none from Hyerin. I call her phone number, and it rings five times, until I hear the voicemail.

"Hey, it's Heyrin. If it's not important, don't bother to leave a voicemail, because I never open them."

At one point, I always thought that voicemail was funny. But in this instant, I just wanted to yell into the phone.

I open Taehyung's messages and I read them in silence. The microwave ends and I take out the food, walking upstairs to my room, and I sit on the bed, ready to answer his messages.

Taehyung:
Babe, are you doing anything
tomorrow tonight? We should have
a movie marathon, what do
you think?

I sigh, not knowing how to respond. I really don't feel like seeing him. It's not because of Taehyung, but because of me. I feel extremely confused after what happened Tuesday night at Jungkook's apartment. Even two days later, I'm still debating whether I should write him a message or not. I knew that I had to make a decision: Taehyung, or Jungkook.

But I can't. I like Jungkook. I think that this is the first time that I admit it to myself, but I really do like him. He attracts me in ways that Taehyung never attracted me, and won't ever. However, I know that my future with Jungkook is dull. We might have a few moments together, and then he'll just forget about me.

Taehyung isn't like that. He's nice, and he would never break my heart. I can see a future with him, even if it's not the best.

Areum:
I'm sorry, I'm still
studying :( I have to turn in a
worksheet next week, and
I haven't started it yet.

I press send, and instantly, I feel a wave of guilt invade me. I hear steps coming up the stairs, followed by the voice of my father on the phone, arguing with whoever is on the other side. He hangs up and knocks on my door.

"Can I come in?" He says, opening the door a bit.

"Sure." I respond and I place my phone on my bedside table.

He comes in and smiles.

"I'm going to go to bed, do you need anything?"

"No, thank you." I say and return the smile.

He gets closer to me and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too." I smile.

He nods and walks out of the room without saying anything else. I sigh and walk towards my window, where there's a small couch. I lay there and cover myself with a blanket. I have to read a book for school and I haven't even started. So I take it in my hands and concentrate on reading the book.

As it turns out, the book is more interesting than sleeping. But then my phone starts to ring, and I look at it vibrating on top of my matress. The unknown number makes me curious, and suddenly my heart is beating faster. Only the idea of it being Jungkook makes me stand up and take it in my hands.

The call ends before I can answer and I get frustrated. I sit by the window again, with my phone in my hand. Then, it starts to vibrate again, and I answer it.

"Hello?" I ask, trying to sound natural.

"You finally answer." Jungkook's voice fills my ears and I smile like an idiot. "Don't you have me in your contacts list?"

"Don't you realize that you've never given me your number?" I ask, biting my lip.

He laughs, and a shiver runs down my body.

"Good point."

I laugh with him, and I cover my mouth in attempt to try not to smile. I'm smiling like an idiot as I put a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm calling you to... see how you were." He clears his throat. "After, you know, what happened the other day."

"Yeah... I'm okay." I say embarrassed. "Everything's okay I meant to say."

"Why are you so embarrassed?" He asks with a playful tone.

I blush.

"I'm not embarrassed."

"Of course you are, I'm sure you blushed." He says with sureness.

I cover my face with both of my hands.

"Stop... I can't help it."

"Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you get embarrassed?" His tone turns more serious, and I bite my lip again.

"Whatever you say." I responded rolling my eyes.

"That top looks good on you." He continues.

I frown in confusion, but then I look out the window, that's when I see him.

My heart skips a beat when I see him there, sitting on his motorcycle with his phone on his ear, looking at me. He lifts his hand, waving at me and then he gives me a half smile. I can't believe he's here, under my window.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, worried. "How did you get my address?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"The same way I got your phone number."

"Hyerin?"

"Yeah... she's okay, by the way." He tells me, and I feel relief run over me. "She's still mad at you, but... she's with Jimin."

I nod.

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why you're here."

I see him lightly tap the seat of his motorcycle.

"So that we could go somewhere."

I bite my lip and smile. I can't contain the emotions I have. Seeing him there, sitting on his motorcycle, waiting for me to go down to see him gives me way too many illusions... too many.

"I can't." I suddenly say.

The smile on his face erases and he frowns.

"Is there someone there with you?"

And by someone, I think he means Taehyung, so I shake my head.

"No, but my father is in the next room." I mumble. "If I leave the house, he'll hear me."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Then I hope you're very quiet."

Jungkook ends the call and looks at me. He's just a few meters away from me, and that gives me the impression that the journey to him will be simple, but it's not. I could even say that jumping out of my window might be the easiest option.

I look at the door of my room and sigh. I can't just leave him there. He came all this way just to see me, I can't tell him that I won't go down. The only problem will be going down in silence, and of course, lying to my father.

I stand up from my seat and uncover my bed. Carefully, I place a few pillows to make it look like it's me. I don't think my father will come into my room, because he never does. However, I have to cover the hole where the lie could come out.

I take a small bag and fill it with money, my phone and a few pieces of gum... even though that won't be necessary. I open the door of my room, and to my luck, it doesn't make any noise. I go down the stairs calmly, practically on my tip toes, trying to not make noise.

Then, the real challenge appears: opening the main door. If my father is still awake, he will hear. It's impossible for him not to hear anything unless there's complete silence in the house. I open it carefully, and again, luck is on my side.

I close it with ease, put the keys in my bag and walk towards Jungkook. He smiles at me, leaning on his motorcycle. I smile back and watch how his eyes travel down my body. I raise my eyebrow and he looks at me like if he couldn't comprehend my indignation.

"I just confirmed that this shirt does fit you well." He says while he hands me the helmet.

"Very funny." I say, rolling my eyes.

"You blushed." He says, taking me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. The helmet creates some space between us, which I'm happy about.

His words make my stomach churn again and the heat comes up to my face.

"Where will we go?" I ask, trying to make it noticeable.

"Well... I've thought about a place." He confesses.

The mere fact that Jungkook thought about a place to go to before telling me makes me smile. His eyes don't move away from mine for a second when he takes the helmet from my hands and places it over my head.

"It's fine with me then." I respond.

Jungkook breaks our staring contest by getting on his motorcycle and I imitate him. Then, he takes off, and for a second, I feel like if everything is going right.