To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 30

Lovers always have conversations about this and that to chat about between them, especially if one of them is a chatterbox. When I questioned Jungkook closely for the twelfth time why did he like me back in those days or when did he discover that he liked me, he took up the car keys and said, “We have to go to work tomorrow, I’ll send you home.”

I sighed in disappointment, this doubt had existed from that day we got together, no matter how I threatened and bribed him or pulled down my clothes to reveal my delectable shoulder to seduce him, Jungkook didn’t speak, which was a pity for there was actually also a youthful and sprouting heart underneath my prattling exterior.

As I was being squeezed into the car, I was still thinking of ways to make him what I wanted to hear, I said, “Do you know, back then I felt that if I continued to like you like this, but you continued to not like me, my youth would be gone.”

“Oh, so it’s actually like this.” He said.

I glared at him, “You are really very horrid.”

He simply couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to me, he was paying attention to the road condition very seriously.

I often thought, even if two people are very intimate, it is entirely impossible to know each other’s thoughts. Even if there is the occasional telepathy between two hearts linked as one, for example him knowing that you want to pour a glass of water to drink when you stand up, him knowing that you are in a bad mood when you look outside of the window not speaking…… These also are all only accumulated cognition from living habits. You are eternally unable to know whether the person in front of you loves you or not after all, you can only depend on trust.

When I had finished expressing that paragraph of opinion above, Jungkook
said, “What exactly do you want to express?”

I said, “You see, I stayed for ten months in my mother’s stomach, I still don’t understand what pleasure she derives as a married old madam from going onto Tianya every day to look at young handsome boys, you say, if she had an “uncle complex”, I would still be able to comprehend it slightly better. So we need to communicate, you have to tell me why exactly do you like me, to strengthen my trust.”

Jungkook said, “You are really very bothersome, how many times must I say “I don’t know” for you to believe me, I know how to cut open a person’s chest, I know how to do a heart bypass surgery, I know how to change a heart valve, but I really don’t know why I like you.”

I’ve said it before, when the dialogue ascends into a professional plane, I am unable to understand what I hear……

Sometimes, the more my hopes are dampened, the braver I become, so I said, “Then you tell me, when you felt that you liked me.”

He took a deep sigh, and turned the steering wheel with great force, the car went around a corner, “I don’t remember, why are you so insistent on being hung up on this?”

The things that women want to be hung up on are plentiful, our face, our skin, our hairstyles, our figure, money, housing, who loves whom, who doesn’t love whom…… Too bad, I’m also a woman.

Unable to get the answer I wanted from the beginning till now, I felt very dejected, so I was prepared to not say anything anymore, whoever resented the oppressive atmosphere could open his mouth first. Unfortunately, Jungkook didn’t resent the oppressive atmosphere for the entire journey, I concede, it was very possible that he had even slept in the mortuary before, this little bit of oppression was really nothing.

The car reached downstairs of my house, as I opened the car door I said, “I’m going back.”

“Let’s have a goodbye kiss.” Jungkook pressed the horn lightly, the horn let out a short cry that sounded like a fart.