20 minutes later...

"You stay with me or Jungkook, got it?" he trusts his favorite employee enough to let him keep an eye on me if he's not here, but I acquiesce with pleasure. He takes my answer and walks inside the bar with me behind him while Jungkook is in the back. The music already fills my ear, but fortunately for me, not in a loud manner. I follow my father's steps to get to the bartender who he knows well. I sit down on one of the stools and still feel Jungkook behind me while my dad is on my left.

I've never been to a bar so that feels weird.

"Two whiskeys and one apple juice," he orders to the man but this one chuckles. "We don't sell apple juice Taegu," he peeks at me as he must have understood who wanted this drink. "I have some Coke or Sprite though."

"Coke," I answer him, so he takes the order and gets the drinks ready. "Sit on the last stool," my dad tells me to move, so I do it, and he goes right next to me, making it impossible for me to be next to Jungkook. "So, how is it going at your house?" my father initiates the conversation, not wasting a single minute. "Well...it's a bit tough but...I'm dealing with it."

"You haven't met anyone yet? You don't want to?" the topic interests me, I remain quiet and discreet but listen carefully. "Not really...I'm finally starting to recover from that divorce so...I'm good all alone," his words reveal his singleness. I honestly didn't expect to know this, I thought he was a married man with children. "Yeah, I understand. If my wife wanted to divorce, I think I wouldn't be able to get with anyone else after one year only."

"Hm...The only thing that I regret is that...I married her so early, I was twenty-eight, and I thought she was like the good one because we were together for three years already, and I felt like it was the moment to make her my wife but...I guess I was wrong," a lot of emotions go through his voice, and his words affect me. "You should forget her, even if it's hard. She doesn't deserve to be on your mind because she hurt you."

"Yeah, that's what I tell myself all the time, but I just can't help thinking about her. I mean...I don't love her anymore and would never go back to her no matter what but...it's just the pain and all..." he shrugs and shakes his head. The bartender now comes back with the drinks and lays the glasses before us. "Here you all are."

We thank him and all take a gulp. "Anyway..." Jungkook clears his throat and bends his head back to pass his fingers through his long and wavy hair. "I don't have to worry about anything anymore when I'm alone, so I'm fine."

"That's true," my dad taps his hand on the flat surface for no reason. "You have all your money for yourself, you go out when you want, you flirt when you want and do not have to wonder whether your woman is cheating on you or not."

"You're right, but I don't flirt," he laughs before taking another gulp of his drink. "Ah, you're not that type of man?"

"I don't like one night stands or that sort of thing, so not really. I'm too old for that crap," he talks more about himself and shows how much of a good man he is. I knew it, if he wasn't that type of man, he wouldn't be so caring, sweet and gentle with me.

"Yeah," my dad answers. He's lucky or else I would have punched him and told mom about it. "Well, I need to pee. I'm coming back in a minute. Keep an eye on the little bug here," he points his fingers at me with no care, but I don't say anything since I'm used to it. I'm just the bug of the family.

My father goes away after gulping the rest of his drink down and leaves us both alone. I sip on my Coke with no nervousness at all, after all the things he said to my dad, I feel like it's totally useless to be nervous. He doesn't care about me more than what a dad would. I hate the woman who hurt him though, I can't believe someone would do this to him. He's like the perfect man.

"You don't have anything to say?" his voice shivers me against my will when I was thinking about him, but I shake my head. "Not really..."

"Come here," he pats the seat that is free between us, but I don't think twice before taking it to now be next to him. "I don't want anyone to believe you're all alone. The men in here aren't very careful," he explains himself as if he didn't want me to misunderstand this, but I smile, avoiding his charming features and tattoos. This remains silent between us for some seconds while he's drinking his whiskey.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he voices out, his stool now turned towards me. "No..." I answer with bitterness, the loner that I am, hating this question since it always has to be answered with the same word. "You never had one?" the astonishment exudes through his voice. I straighten my back but scratch my cheekbone. "Not really. I mean...yeah...no. I never really had one."

"That's one of an ambiguous answer," his soft chuckle causes a smile to form on my face, but I gaze up at him. "I know. It's just that it has never really been a serious relationship. I got maybe three or four guys for a small time but said no to the others who asked me out."

"Ahh, see," he grins now that I said more but brings his glass to his lips. "I knew you were not telling the truth," he gulps the liquid down but gets my eyes to land on his Adam's apple to see it go up and down, when his sharp jawline is right above with the tattoo on his neck. I throw my eyes in another direction once he lowers his drink and gazes at me. "You've never been in that kind of place, have you?"

"Never," I admit. "I can see it," he laughs without telling me why this is so evident. "You shouldn't go out and get to these kinds of places anyway, this is full of bad people."

"You and my father are here, but you're not bad people," I look into his big eyes no matter the effect they have on me, but he doesn't break this contact. He smiles and keeps one arm over the bar. "Some people are good but fewer than the bad ones," he replies to me. "I know..."

His tongue passes over his lips and gets my eyes to land on them. "Do you often go out in some bars?" I ask, willing to know if he's a fan of this type of place, but he shakes his head. "I only come in here when I'm with some colleagues or with your father. However, I do like to drink when I'm at home, all alone."

He could invite me, I would keep him company...

"You don't ever invite anyone to your house?" my eyes cannot leave his lips as the shape and pigmentation of them are stirring my mind up. "No. I never like to invite anyone to my house. Unless it's a special someone or really close person, but otherwise, I want to stay home alone."

"Hm..." I nod without knowing why but take my eyes off of him. I don't know if he can see I'm nervous whenever he stares into my eyes, but he seems to be confident enough to look through my soul. "Ya," the voice of my annoying dad startles me. "What are you doing on my seat?" he turns my stool around but makes my legs end between Jungkook's long ones that are slightly spread. "'Go back on your chair."

I shake my head, and in an easy manner, he goes next to me and lets me stay by Jungkook's side. At the sight of his tattooed hand, toughened with his prominent veins, rubbing his thick thigh, I get back in my previous position. I wish I could sit on them.

•••

7 pm.

Now going back home with my dad after spending some more time with Jungkook, I follow him to the front door of our house but dare to finally ask the question I wanted to let out earlier. "Dad," I grasp his attention as he's unlocking the door. "What?"

"Do you have Jungkook's number?" I gulp down as the sentence just went out of my mouth. "Of course, I do. He's my employee," he enters the house and lets me in to close the door right behind us. "Can I have it...?" I take my shoes off but fear his answer.

"Why would you need it?" he responds the way I expected him to. "Because...we never know...if I can't reach you, I know I have him..." I look up at him and check whether my excuse is good or not but he doesn't show anything. "Alright, you're lucky he's the only friend I can count on if anything happens," he agrees and causes a burst of satisfaction inside of me.

I won't use it but at least I still have it. He puts his stuff down and grabs his phone, in short seconds, he gives me the number so I can save it in my contacts. "Thanks," I take my coat off and hang it on the coat rack.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I close the door behind me without turning the lights on, dropping my bag on the dining table at some feet away on my right. I take my shoes off and let them next to the front door to then get my coat away from me.

This house is big, but now that I'm alone in here, this seems way bigger and dead.

A sigh running out of my mouth resounds through the room, but I leave my coat on one of the chairs around the table and walk to the kitchen side, this entire room gathering the kitchen, dining and living room all together allows me to feel better and more comfortable. This is opened and just makes me feel more free given all the space I have.

I head to my fridge and look at what I could eat to feed my empty stomach. Some Tesco sandwiches, yogurts, lots of vegetables, and a bowl of sauce I left there because I had enough yesterday. I like cooking on a daily basis but today, I'm not in the mood, it's a bit too late.

I grab the sandwiches with a beer to get to my u-shaped sofa on the left and put my ridiculous meal down on the coffee table. Then I go back to my bag to take it and be able to sit down on my sofa and work. I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have the time to watch TV and do what I want. However, I lean back on my sofa and unfasten my belt, getting this tight thing away from my body to feel more comfortable. I slide it away from the loops of my pants and drop it on the sofa, before taking my watch off my wrist and rolling my sleeves up.

I take my laptop out of my bag and open it, turning it on while removing the wrapping of my food. I wait for the screen to light up and eat, in the silence of the house. I should adopt a cat or dog, at least I would have someone with me.

The feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket makes me get it out and check what provoked this.