To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 37

My dad and my mum stayed for three days, then returned to their old home upon despising that the apartment was truly very crammed. These few days, Jungkook upon getting off work obediently came to my house to help my mum do some chores of washing the vegetables and picking out the edible part of vegetables, and accompany my dad to watch sports matches and play chess, he looked hundred percent the part of a filial obedient child. Only when he saw me in private would he always give me attitude, most likely he was still angry about that matter of me chasing him home that day.

Early in the morning today, Suga upon entering the office told us in high spirits that he had issued our salaries delayed from two months ago. Lately, the company always couldn’t receive large orders, Nayeon and I saw this clearly, yet we all didn’t comment much, Nayeon wasn’t waiting for money to spend, I could endure and scrape by, so there was no need to make things difficult for the company. Words such as “the company is my home” were too pretentious, but the three of us really were the chief founding figures of this company, in other words, the scale of this company, had never expanded before too…… Forget it, in Nayeon’s words, our feelings towards this company were just as if it was our own child that we brought up, no matter how ugly they grew to be, we could only bear with it.

After getting off work, as I passed by the ATM, I wanted to check my pay in passing, but despite inserting in the card, the password was always wrong, seeing that the card was about to be swallowed again in a moment, I withdrew the card, only then did I realise that it was Jungkook’s card. Hence, I inserted it back in again, inputted the last 6 digits of my mobile phone number, after that, I while still alive was so intimidated by the figure inside till I laid on my stomach on top of the ATM. I only hoped that the people passing by wouldn’t think that I was molesting the ATM……

I searched out my mobile phone and called Jungkook, the tooting sounds rang for a very long time before it was answered, “What’s this about?”

“Can’t I not make a telephone call to you (even if) there’s nothing?”

“What’s the matter exactly? I’m very busy.”

“It’s nothing.” I said unhappily.

“If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up.”

Hence, the call was cut off with a chirping sound, what a miser.

What had I wanted to ask him originally? Oh, ask him from when till when was the amount of wages in his credit card for, if it was for two to three months, I would immediately go back and puncture the condoms in our house, get pregnant with his son and marry him.

Unfortunately the phone had been hung up, I whose facial skin was as thin as prata, had better wait for ten minutes more before calling him again.

However, I had only walked for a few steps, when my mobile phone in my bag rang again. It was the individualised ringtone I had set for Jungkook, Mayday’s “Like Smoke”, repeating those few lines – “That year when I was 7 years old, I grabbed hold of that cicada, and thought I could grab hold of summer, that year when I was 17 years old, I’d kissed his face, then thought I could be together with him forever, is there that sort of forever, where there will forever be no change, where the beauty that has been embraced before would never shatter……” 

That year when I was 17 years old, I had kissed his face. When I had kissed his face, it was Senior Year 3, (I was) 18 years old.

That was a summer day that was the most sultry and jittery in my memory, as to why I said it was most sultry and jittery, perhaps it was because it was Senior Year 3, my emotions would amplify the weather.

That day, the sun was so fierce it seemed like it was going to broil the earth till it melted, a group of cicadas on the ends of the branches were howling as if it were a funeral, I lay on my stomach on the desk, bored to death, fixating my gaze on two large ceiling fans at the top of the classroom creaking and groaning as they turned. Someone walked past the entrance of the classroom, I aimed a look, it wasn’t Jungkook. Back and forth, more than ten people walked by, only then did I see Jungkook walk past, he had a habit of looking straight ahead when he walked, and never looked around to his left and right. I randomly grabbed an exercise booklet , then dashed out from the back of the classroom, jumped in front of him and called loudly, “Hey!”