The journey on the motorcycle feels eternal. It feels like it's been more than twenty minutes since my butt has been bouncing on the seat, and I'm starting to get tired. However, the wind hitting my face, and holding on to Jungkook's chest, decrease it a bit, but not a lot.

When we reach our destination, I'm surprised. It's a small restaurant, kind of like my father's, it just has a more family environment, like a diner.

We walk inside and sit down at a table. None of us say anything, and I lower my head. I don't know what to say, and I prefer not to say anything at all. I raise my gaze and find Jungkook's eyes looking at me firmly, and he doesn't remove his gaze even when I give him an embarrassed smile.

"Are you hungry?" He suddenly lets out.

I nod.

"Yes, I haven't had dinner yet."

I'm not going to tell him that I already had leftovers for dinner.

He nods, and he raises his hand to get the attention of a waitress and she smiles amicably... maybe too much. The girl looks a bit surprised when she sees me sitting with him, but doesn't say anything. Jungkook orders a cheeseburger and I order the same. The waitress leaves and I clear my throat.

"I always come here." He talks first, to my surprise. "Although I always come alone."

"And Jimin?" I ask with curiosity.

"No, he has never come here." He shrugs his shoulders. "You're the first person I bring here."

I don't know what to say. I don't know if I should ask him if this place means anything to him, or if I should wait until he tells me himself. His phone starts to ring and he takes it quickly, answering. The call doesn't last long, but it gives me enough time to examine the place: it's a fast food diner, there's no doubt about that, and it's filled with many families having dinner. For a second I feel like if we're out of place, since we're the only ones here that don't have children.

Some kids pass by us running and sit on a few games that are near the back. They're a bit old, since they have the classic pac-man and some others that I'm not able to identify. Their mother walks behind them and sits on a table so that she's close enough to watch them.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I would come." Jungkook says, taking me out of my thoughts. "I was planning on telling you, but I thought that if I did, you would reject the invitation."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Reject on going out for food?"

"No, of going out to eat something... with me." He clears up, like if it wasn't obvious before. "I didn't know if you had homework for school, or..."

"I wouldn't have rejected you." I say, smiling. "I like spending time with you."

He smiles.

"It's good to think I'm not the only one."

The waitress appears.

"Your orders."

She puts our food in front of us. I thank her and she leaves without saying anything else. Jungkook takes his burger and takes a big bite, making me laugh because of his puffy cheeks.

"I thought boxers had to be strict over what they eat, like diets or something like that." I admit, still laughing. "Although I see that's not the case now."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Some do. I just eat something light the day before competition."

I nod.

"Today is Thursday."

He smiles.

"Well... I don't like to follow rules."

I eat a fry and laugh. His smile is still there on his face while his eyes observe me. It looks like if he wanted to save the memory my expressions; like if he discovered something new every time he saw me.

"So... how did you end up becoming a boxer?" I ask, trying to come up with a conversation.

"You probably want to hear that I've wanted to fight since I was a little kid, or that I saw fights on television and I wanted to be one of them, but..." He makes a gesture. "In reality, I needed the money."

I keep my eyes on him. He has a motorcycle, an apartment, he's never badly dressed and he doesn't seem to need anything. I never would've thought that those fights where his only way to live, or to pay for his next meal. Jungkook turns his head and signals towards the games behind him, to the kids who yell and don't stop laughing.

"You see those kids?" He looks at me and I nod. "I was one of them. My mother used to bring me here after she finished her shift at the hospital, and she sat close by me to look at me play... it's one of the few memories I have of when I was a kid."

I look at him, but his gaze is lowered. I move uncomfortably in my seat and lower my gaze while play with my fingers underneath the table. I don't want to say anything that will upset him. He's talking to me about himself, and I don't want to ruin the mood because of what I say.

"She died when I was eight." My heart clenches and I look up at him again, but his gaze is still lowered. "My father left me with social services and left. I was raised in a home with five other guys, but after seven years our adoptive parents got tired of us, and I went back to social services. In my new home I met Jimin and we became friends immediately... I was only sixteen when I fought for the first time."

He raises his gaze to look at me, but his eyes don't look sad. They're serious, resigned to tell me a story that's so realistic as he tells it. His stare is cold, and he looks to be lost in a memory of the past.

"I decided that I wasn't going be hungry or spend the night in the freezing cold." He returns his gaze to his lap. "With Jimin, we had stolen so many wallets that I lost count, and I... with the fights, I felt like if I would be able to stop. In that moment, it felt like the only way to escape the hole I had gotten myself into."

"Did it work?" I ask in a low voice.

He lifts his gaze.

"If they would have told me what I was getting myself into, I would've probably stayed in the cold."

My eyes open wide, because I wasn't expecting that answer. I look at him with all of my attention, but his face doesn't show any sign of humor or that his response would have indicated some kind of joke. He simply raises his gaze, hoping to get a reaction out of me.

"I..." I try to reflect for a moment. "I don't know what to say..."

He forces a smile.

"I usually don't talk about this, but with you..."

He pauses and shakes his head. Now he's the one that looks speechless. I extend my arm and take his hand over the table. He looks at me when I do, and I smile.

"My mother also died when I was young." I shrug my shoulders. "I understand you... or at least that part."

I wouldn't be able to know what it's like to spend the night in the cold or to be hungry, because my father made sure that never happened to me. To my luck, I had someone by my side who supported me when I needed it. Jungkook didn't have anyone, except for Jimin... and now me.

~*~

We finish what's left of our food in silence, and I don't even get to finish. That and because I'm only using one of my hands. The other, is clasped with Jungkook's hand. And, even though my hand is tiny compared to him, I wasn't thinking about letting go.

"So... changing the topic to something more happy," He suddenly says. "Tell me about yourself."

The question takes me by surprise and I don't know what to say.

"Me?" I laugh. "There's nothing much to say about me."

"That's not true." He says, smiling. "Surely there's something you're passionate about, or something that you just want to tell me about, I... would like to know you better."

It's kind of sweet how he sounds and how he looks at me when he says that. Jungkook really wants to know something about me, and I feel like the most boring person in the world.

"It's because I don't know, my life is based on going to school, studying, going out with Hyerin and helping my father at the bar." I shrug my shoulders. "In my spare time I listen to music or watch animated cartoons."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Animated cartoons?"

"Yeah, well, I..." I blush. "I love watching animated cartoons, I know it sounds a bit dumb but... I don't know, I like the old ones, the ones where they don't talk and absurd things happen all the time."

I feel like an idiot talking about it. But it's out now and I'm blushing like a five year old girl.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, I watch animated cartoons when I can't sleep." He says, trying to cheer me up. "Usually at three in the morning is when the Pink Panther comes on."

"Yeah, sure." I respond with sarcasm.

"It's true, I use it like a sleeping pill." He says with naturality. "And, after finishing school, what do you want to do?"

"I want to be a doctor, an oncologist to be specific." I say with confidence. "I've always liked the medical field, and I also think it would be a good way to, I don't know, honor my mother."

He nods.

"I see that you have your life planned out."

I smile in response. Yes, I had most of my life planned. I wanted to apply for a scholarship in a New York university, graduate and work at a clinic there. I couldn't think of another future that wasn't that one.

"And what about you?" I ask, changing the topic.

"Me?"

"Yes, I mean, I would've never imagined you watching animated cartoons at three in the morning so... you might have more surprises." I joke.

"Well, in reality, I don't have many surprises." He shrugs his shoulders. "What you see is all that there is."

"Oh come on, I'm sure there's something." I insist, and then I quote his own words he said to me: "Something you're passionate about, or something you just might want to tell me."

He laughs.

"Okay, I understand. Well... when I went to school, maybe like four or three years ago, I was a whole nerd."

"Yeah, as if." I laugh.

"Before boxing and getting this body you now love, I was also a skinny teenager." He says and I blush. "I was really good in math, and I wanted to study economy when I got into university."

"I don't understand how you like those numbers, I'm terrible at it." I admit. "It takes me forever to understand them."

"It's because you need a good tutor." He winks at me. "When you want, I'll lend you a hand."

I try not to misinterpret his double-meaning comment, but it's impossible. I avoid my gaze trying not to seem embarrassed and I laugh. I observe our interlaced hands, and one of my fingers traces over his tattoos.

"Jungkook."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did." He jokes.

"Why do you have so many tattoos?" I let out with curiosity.

He looks at me for a few seconds and his gaze turns serious. For a moment I don't think he'll respond, but he finally talks.

"It's like an addiction. You start with one, and then you suddenly want more." He answers. "Your body is like a blank canvas, ready for it to be painted on, and I just... painted it."

His response is somewhat vague, but I feel like if he doesn't want to say anything else. He says that there's not much to say about him, but at the same time I feel like if he's just a bag full of secrets.

"Your bill." The waitress appears, leaving us a slip of paper over the table.

"Thank you." I say with a smile.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else, but it's not strange. I liked the sensation of being with him, of being able to stay silent without it getting awkward. But once the clock strikes nine pm, I knew that we had to leave. I had to go to classes tomorrow, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't skip class like Hyerin.

My university and my future depended on it.

~*~

Once Jungkook turns off the motor of his motorcycle and I get off it, we both smile. I take off the helmet and try to brush the mess I call "hair" with my fingers. He laughs at my gestures and then looks at me whilst leaning against his vehicle.

"Thank you for bringing me." I thank him. "And for killing my hunger."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Thank you for listening."

Without thinking properly, I get closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He seems surprised at first, raising his eyebrows, but then he wraps his arms around my waist and brings me even closer. His gaze is now focused on my lips, and mine on his eyes. I hold my breath when he comes closer and kisses me slowly, moving his lips softly against mine.

The kiss isn't like anything we've done until now, filled with passion and desire. It was more of a caring kiss, filled of silent promises and fluttering butterflies. Once he gets away, he smiles again.

"Go, rest." He says, taking his hands off my waist.

I separate myself from him and then smile nervously.

"You too."

I turn around and I practically run to the door. I try not to make too much noise, and I enter swiftly. I go up the stairs and hear the soft snores coming from my father's bedroom.

Once I'm in my room, I decide that it's better to shower tomorrow in the morning, since it's late and my hair will take forever to dry. I put on my pajamas, undo the mountain of pillows I created and I get into bed. The moment I close my eyes, the only thing I can think about is Jungkook.

His lips, our kiss, his hands... only Jungkook.

I open my eyes and smile. In this instant, he was the only thing I could think about.