Slowly Falling | LK Adaptation

Chapter 11

Jungkook had brought his scooter to the police station. When they reached the scooter, he turned to Lisa and said: "Then I'll be going first."

When Lisa saw that he was about to go, she reached out and grabbed the incubator fixed on the back seat.

Turning back, Jungkook gave her a puzzled look: "Is there anything else?"

At this moment, Lisa had to admit that Eunha's description of Jungkook was pretty accurate. His eyes were melancholic and deep, like the vast starry sky. Feeling swayed by his gaze, she said: "I still think you should go to the hospital to get checked."

She didn't know why she continued to pester him endlessly and felt annoyed at herself. Jungkook said he was fine, and he still had a job to do.

After a few beats, he simply said 'good-bye,' then left.

Lisa stared at his retreating back for a long time, before turning around and flagging a taxi back to her store.

The store was only a little messy. Except for the few candles that fell to the ground, none of her other merchandise had been disturbed. In the end, the mess that was going to be the most difficult to clean was the broken flower pot that she broke herself.

The glass and porcelain fragments wouldn't take much time to clean, but the earth from the pot was scattered and smeared everywhere. Lisa estimated that the entire first floor would have to be thoroughly cleaned. But she was feeling lazy, and besides, it had been her favorite pot of Anthurium...

She owned several Anthurium flowers, but this particular pot had been her most satisfying purchase. She thought the color of these flowers were particularly vivid, and they had always made her feel a little more positive whenever she glanced at it. But now the flowers lay listless on the floor, and Lisa didn't know if she could save them.

She picked up the flowers, rubbed them gently, then wrapped them up to be brought to a flower shop later. She would ask the florist to help check on them and properly re-plant them in a new pot.

She decided that the shop would have to be temporarily closed for two days. This won't affect her orders much anyways since she could still come in and work upstairs.

She took out her cell phone and was just about to inform Eunha that she didn't need to come to work in the next two days when her phone started ringing.

It was Taehyung, asking for a video call.

Lisa pressed accept with a fingertip.

"Lisa, are you OK? I just heard Ah Mao say that Zhu Bing ran to your store and made trouble. Are you hurt?"

In sharp contrast to Taehyung's anxious tone, Lisa's voice was frosty. She turned her phone and pointed the camera towards her shop. Circling around, she asked: "What do you think?"

Taehyung was the state of her store and started scolding: "You can be rest assured, I'll bear all the damages and losses your store will incur. I've already bought a return ticket, I'll go clean up that Zhu Bing."

Lisa: "They've already compensated me for any losses, so you should come and clean my store for me instead."

"Alright, no problem, I'll do whatever you say." Taehyung had anticipated that Zhu Bing would retaliate, so before he left, he already arranged things with his bar. But he never would have dreamed that Zhu Bing would find Lisa and make trouble for her. "This kind of thing will never happen again, I promise."

Lisa didn't really take Taehyung's promise seriously. On the contrary, she only affirmed her long-held view- that when close relationships form, trouble would also inevitably come.

Although she never crossed that invisible line with Taehyung, to others they were considered 'close,' so trouble befell her.

As she ended the call, she caught a glimpse of something near the cash register. It was the chicken set that she ordered.

She walked towards the counter and touched the box. The meal was already cold, with a few drops of water hanging from the sides due to condensation. Somehow, Jungkook's face appeared in her mind again, along with that strange feeling. She opened the takeaway app on her phone and for the first time, paid attention to the name of the man who delivered the meal.

Jeon Jungkook.

She read the name in her heart and gave him a five-star rating.

After closing the app, she picked up her long-cold lunch and found a paper bag to put her Anthurium in. She then locked up her store and drove away. Her first stop was a nearby flower shop in which she asked the florist owner if she could save her Anthurium.
　　
"It's alright, as long as the roots weren't cut they'll be able to live. You can go ahead and choose another flowerpot and I can re-plant them for you." Most of Lisa's flowers came from this young florist woman who had a gentle temperament.

Lisa circled the shop and eventually chose a flowerpot similar to the one she broke: "You can take your time, I'll just come back tomorrow."

"Alright." The owner nodded and said: "The last batch of tablets I got from you are almost sold out, and I wanted to order another batch."

Lisa's gypsum tablets sell quite well in this flower shop, many like to pair them with the bouquets they bought.

"That's fine, but I've had a lot of orders this month, so I can't make as much."

"I'll order a little less and wait until you're not as swamped."

The two soon agreed on the number of tablets and the scheduled delivery. Later, Lisa left the florist and was planning on just going directly home when she noticed the florist's daughter nearby painting.

She tilted her head down and saw that the little girl was painting a sea of flowers in Starlight Park. The colorful flowers were mesmerizing, making one feel like they were peeking in fairyland.

Lisa waved as she passed: "Goodbye, little girl."

The little girl looked up with a smile and waved back.

After she arrived home, she put the cold chicken meal in the microwave, then sat in her living room and ate it. She had eaten this chicken set from Wolong kitchen way too many times. It wasn't particularly good and was just something that fit her tastes.

But tonight, she felt that it tasted a little different from usual.

Was it because she reheated it?

Lisa picked up her phone and opened the takeaway app. She usually didn't write reviews, but for some reason, she suddenly wanted to post a comment.

"Is today's chicken set made by another chef? It tastes better than usual. In addition, I'd like to especially praise the takeaway brother. Thank you very much for his help today."

After a while, the restaurant responded: The chef didn't change, miss. Maybe the warmth of the delivery man made the food a little bit tastier.
　　
Lisa:...