To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 27

After I finished eating my food, I obediently went to wash the dishes. When I was washing the dishes, Jungkook came into the kitchen to pour himself water once, at that point in time my mind was in the process of fantasising about that most trite tableau – me washing the dishes, Jungkook encircling and hugging my waist from behind my back.

So when Jungkook entered I was very nervous, in order for this hug to achieve the best state, I specially took in a deep breath with great force to suck in my underbelly.

But Jungkook only paused for two seconds behind my back, and said a sentence, “You’ve put too much dishwashing liquid.”

After that, he then walked out, I exhaled a large breath, and unwillingly let my underbelly off.

As I was walking towards the living room while flinging and shaking off the water on my hands, Jungkook who was lying horizontally on the sofa shouted, “Help me check if the water has boiled or not.”

I saw that there was an electric kettle plugged in on the dining table, the kettle was emitting hot vapour. I really didn’t know which tooth of the gears turning around in my brain had gotten wedged in the wrong position, I was ruminating on whether the water had boiled or not, then I readily stuck my hand onto the kettle, only to hear a sizzling sound. I shrieked in shock, but what flashed through my mind was first steak teppanyaki, after that pain then flashed through.

Jungkook rushed over and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the kitchen. The way he was dragging was a little boorish, as if he was dragging a dead dog, but I forgave him for he was simply too anxious.

Water rushed onto my hands with a crashing sound, I felt that it was scorchingly painful, in order to divert my attention, I said, “I’ve confirmed, your water probably has boiled.”

Jungkook’s face was very sour, he let go of my hand and walked out, “Continue flushing, I’ll be right back.”

He came back holding an ice cube tray. He flexed (the tray) to produce a handful of ice cubes and stuffed it into my palm, saying, “Hold them.”

After holding for a while, I felt that it was so icy that I was turning numb, only then did I relax my hand, Jungkook again held a handful of ice and pressed them on my palm.

He helped me ice (my hand) for roughly ten minutes, only then did he ask me while furrowing his brows, “Is it still painful or not?”

I was afraid that he would continue to ice me, so I promptly shook my head and said it wasn’t painful.

He pulled my hand till it was before his eyes and carefully examined it for a while, only then did he put it down and say, “Not bad, it’s rare.” 

Very rarely could I encounter Jungkook’s humour, so I seemed to be overwhelmed by this favour shown. To express that I had thoroughly comprehended his humour, I said, “Reporting, I’ll strive to achieve medium-well next time.”

His face clouded over, and he began to carry out a segment of criticism towards me that extended for ten minutes, its contents being nothing else but: “Do you think your hand is a thermometer?”, “Why don’t you simply stick your head in too to boil?” and other similar friendly comments and suggestions.

I quietly appreciated the way he blew his top, sincerely feeling that his facial features were truly pretty and good-looking, his temper was truly irritable, everything was truly very good.

He flipped out for a while, then discovered that I was very self-confident and believed that I was in the right, so he ran to the living room to sit on the sofa, panting with rage. Have pity on me, a scalded person, I dragged my unsteady footsteps and walked towards the living room, to evoke his sympathy, I even staged a scene of weakness where I stumbled with every three steps I took.