I've called her more than fifteen times, and she hasn't answered. I'm way too worried, but I don't know what to do. She's not like this. Yes well, she sometimes does wrong things, but she would always tell me or drag me with her.

The idea of talking about this to my father is out of the question, since he'll tell her mother, and that will put Hyerin in danger. If she's doing something related to her job, they could find out, and she would never forgive me.

I put a strand of hair behind my ear and I take the tray with the orders in my hands, to then walk to the corresponding table. I've been serving food to customers for more than two hours with my father, and my legs are already hurting.

"Areum." My father calls me. "Someone came to see you."

He makes a disgraceful gesture and then walks into the kitchen. Once I see Taehyung, I smile satisfied. He's at the front of the counter, wearing a blue jacket that has always been his favorite. He's always in a good mood, and that's one of the things I like about him.

"Hi, Taehyung." I greet him while I get closer and deposit a soft kiss over his lips. "How was practice today?"

He makes a gesture.

"Let's just say that the trainer likes to make us sweat."

"You're not the only one who's been sweating all day." I sigh, signaling the tables. "Have you talked to Hyerin?"

He shakes his head.

"No. Why?"

"Well today..."

The words die in my mouth when I observe my best friend walk in through the main entrance. But what really gets my attention, are the guys who are behind her: the first is a complete stranger, and is laughing next to her; the next I recognize instantly: the tattoos on his arm give him away, and I know he's the boxer from the ring from the other day.

What is Hyerin doing with them? Why didn't she respond to any of my messages?

My blood begins to boil, and even more when they sit on a table, and Hyerin walks up to me with a smile on her face.

"Guys!" Hyerin exclaims and puts her arm over Taehyung's shoulder. "How have you been?"

"Good, I-"

"You tell me." I say, interrupting Taehyung. "Since you've been gone the whole day."

She sighs.

"I just had the best day of my life."

"Are you crazy? Do you know how worried I was?" I ask, the anger clear in my tone. "And now you're here, like if nothing happened, with those two men and-"

"Stop right there." Hyerin responds, frowning. "Who do you think you are, my mother?"

"I think that I'm you're best friend." I say, shaking my head, disappointed. "I thought we told each other everything... until now."

Taehyung observes us firmly and tenses with my words. I don't understand how Hyerin committed this stupidity. It doesn't cost her anything to send me a message telling me that she was okay.

"Areum, don't exaggerate." She says, smiling. "I turned off my phone so that my mother wouldn't get suspicious, that's it."

I signal towards the table.

"And what about them?"

"Are you blind?" She says, laughing. "Can't you see how hot they are?"

"Please tell me you're not serious." My gaze travels to them. "They're covered in tattoos and-"

"Areum, I hate when you're prejudice." She frowns. "Jungkook and Jimin are good guys, and because you don't see it doesn't mean it's not like that. Also, I think Jimin might be interested in me."

I sigh.

"That doesn't justify as to why you didn't call me all day."

"I told you, I was busy."

"Were you too busy to not send me a message giving me signals of life?" I ask, outraged.

"Girls, I think I'll go..." Taehyung laughs nervously.

He gets closer to me and places a kiss on my lips, to then frown and walk towards the exit. I watch him leave the bar and I sigh. I can't believe we we're just fighting in front of him. He came to the bar to see me and he had to leave because of this drama.

"Don't be mad." Hyerin says after giving me a pout. "I love you, but I really did this for work."

"Work?" I look at her surprised again.

"Yes, I know, boring, but it looks like there's a lot of clandestine clubs that want to outdo us." She says in a low voice. "Especially one, that looks to be really interested in destroying us."

I shake my head.

"What did you get yourself into, Hyerin?"

She doesn't get the opportunity to respond, because the so called Jimin is signaling in our direction, and with a smile he calls my friend. She looks at me and then walks back to the table. Jimin looks at her while she walks towards him and she sits by his side.

I suppose I should resign myself to this. Hyerin has always liked problems, but this is enough. Even for me, since I've been hiding her lies since years ago.

I turn around and start to prepare some trays. I'm not very good in the kitchen, but I am with balance. My father makes the food, and I distribute them. There's not enough money to pay the waiters, that's why I help him.

I turn back and I exclaim out loud because of the scare.

Jungkook is on the other side of the display counter, leaning on it, with total seriousness, but a playful smile.

"Did I scare you?" His voice makes me shiver.

He has a mocking smile on his face, and his eyes run through me from head to toe.

I shake my head.

"No, I... do you want a menu?"

He nods.

"I'm also really happy to see you again..." He says, still smiling like an idiot with my embarrassed expression. "Are you wearing the bra you threw at me?"

Jungkook knows it's not mine, but he's pretending to believe it.

I turn red because of the embarrassment.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Half of a smile comes upon his lips.

"Lying isn't your thing."

"If you're not going to order, then don't occupy the-"

"What's the special for today?" He interrupts me, scanning the menu.

"A coffee with two Italian croissants.." I let out confused.

"I want that." He closes the menu and looks at me again. "Thank you."

His brown eyes look at me for a few seconds, and I take the liberty to examine his face.

"No problem.." I say with a lower voice than I intend; but he doesn't move from his seat. He just stays still, like if he was expecting something from me. After a few seconds, he looks at me firmly and half of a smile appears on his perfect face.

"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"Hyerin talks a lot about you and... you're not like how I imagined you to be." He says as he looks at me in detail again.

"Well, Hyerin can sometimes be a bit... talkative." I say, starting to place things on the tray.

"I know, but she's also charming." He shrugs his shoulders.

"I thought your friend was with her." My voice comes out more bitter than I want, like if I was upset about the fact that Jungkook put his eyes on her.

"Believe me, Hyerin isn't my type of girl." He clears up. "But it seems like Jimin likes her."

And what's your type of girl?

I scoff at myself mentally for having that thought. I don't care what type of girl he's interested in because I have a boyfriend and I would never go out with anyone like him. I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with myself.

"I've never seen you at the club." He continues. "You don't like fights?"

I shake my head.

"No, watching two boys hitting each other until they drop really isn't my favorite sport."

I realize that he's the boxer, and I look at him to see if he looks offended. However, he still has that cold and emotionless expression that seems to be painted on his face most of the time.

"Are you that type of girl that likes romantic comedies in the theater?" His tone is mocking.

"I only go to the club because Hyerin asks me to, I'm not interested in the place, or the fights." I clear up, a bit upset.

"In that case I recommend that you stay away." He leans a bit forward. "That club just brings problems."

He's way too close to me, and when I lift my gaze, his eyes are looking firmly at mine. They're even prettier up close. In fact, my cheeks warm up when I notice that my gaze falls to his lips for a fraction of a second.

Then, like if nothing happened, he calmly walks back to his table and sits down. I exhale the breath I was holding in. I was way too nervous, and any person could've noticed it.

Jungkook radiates something dark, something that I've never seen in a guy. Well, I couldn't really say that because I haven't gone out with enough guys due to my only-girl school, but it didn't matter.

He was cold, but there was something that made me want to know more about him. His seriousness generated some sort of intrigue. I knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid him for too long, so I resigned myself to think about how I would have a good time next Saturday at the club.

I hope that things go better... at least a bit.