The CEO's Moon

Chapter Twenty-Six

Let's have some LisKook moments..

Jungkook’s POV

I stood in my bedroom, freshly showered and feeling the weariness of the long day settle in. Earlier, I had accompanied my sister on some errands before she headed home. I decided to swing by the mall to pick up a few things I needed.

After changing into comfortable sleepwear, well my boxers to be exact as I hate sleeping with a shirt on, I climbed to my bed and turned the TV on hoping to find something interesting to watch. I flipped on the channels but could not find an interesting show, so I turned it off. I remembered the wallet I had picked up after that heated exchange with the feisty woman. So I opened the drawer of my side cabinet where the thing is nestled on top of some papers.  A smirk crept across my face as I thought about her carelessness. "Careless and fiery. Interesting combination," I muttered to myself.

I pulled out the wallet and started scrutinizing its contents. Mostly cards from various banks and a few bills tucked into the cash compartment. Nothing too unusual. Then, I saw it—a small photo tucked behind one of the cards. I carefully pulled it out and looked at it.

The woman in the photo was striking. She had shoulder-length black hair and sharp, expressive eyes. Her skin was flawless, and her smile, though absent in our encounter, was captivating. I recalled the incident at the mall, how she had bumped into me, and how her anger had flared so easily.

I had just finished helping my sister with her errands. She went home ahead of me, and I decided to visit the mall. As I navigated through the bustling crowds, I wasn't really paying attention, my mind elsewhere. That's when I bumped into her, and chaos ensued.

But back to the wallet. I flipped through the cards, looking for some ID. Eventually, I found it—an old ID card with her name and number. A playful idea sparked in my mind. I grabbed my phone and typed out a message, curiosity and mischief driving my actions.

SMS Conversation

Me: Hi, beautiful. Found something of yours. Care to guess what it is?

As I hit send, I couldn't help but chuckle. This was going to be fun.

Feisty Woman: Who are you?

Me:Just a guy who bumped into a whirlwind at the mall. Any guesses yet?

I imagined her frowning, trying to piece it together. My smirk widened.

Feisty Woman: Whirlwind? What are you talking about?

Me: Remember a clumsy, muscular guy with tattoos? That's me. And I have something of yours.

She must be having a flashback. I grinned.

Feisty Woman: Oh, it's you. The guy who can't watch where he's going. What do you want?

Me: Ouch, that was sassy. I like that. Guess again. What could I possibly have that's yours?

I could almost hear the exasperation in her voice. This was too good.

Feisty Woman: I don't have time for games. Just tell me.

Me: (Giggling) Where's the fun in that? Come on, take a wild guess.

Feisty Woman: You have my... patience running thin. That's what.

Me: Close, but no. I'll give you a hint—it's something you can't go a day without.

Feisty Woman: My sanity?

Me: Haha, funny. But no. Think more practical.

Her sudden realization was almost palpable through the screen.

Feisty Woman: You have my wallet?!

I mimicked her reaction. I was laughing silently.

Me: Bingo. Took you long enough.

Feisty Woman : OMG, you have my wallet?! I was looking for that. I thought I lost it somewhere. Please return it to me! How can I get it back?

Me: Hold on, don't panic. I'll return it. But on one condition.

I leaned back, waiting for her response. This was going better than expected.

Feisty Woman: What condition?

Me: Meet me at Café Blossom on Monday at 7 PM. Deal?

The silence on the other end felt heavy, and I wondered if she'd agree. Then, my phone buzzed again.

Feisty Woman : What if you're a killer. You got tattoos. What if you're a gangster?

My laugh rang out the whole of the room. This woman will be the death of me.

Me: (Teasing): C'mon babe. You had so much important things in your wallet than thinking about me murdering you.

Feisty Woman: Fine. Just please bring my wallet.

Me:  Deal. See you then, sweetie.

Seen

As I put my phone down, I couldn’t help but chuckle. The upcoming meeting was bound to be interesting. I could still hear her fiery words and see the frustration in her eyes. Monday at Café Blossom was going to be fun.

With the details settled, I leaned back and whistled, feeling a sense of excitement for the upcoming meeting.

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Lisa’s POV

Lisa tossed her phone onto the bed, her emotions a whirlwind. She couldn’t believe she had to meet that rude guy again just to get her wallet back. Her mind replayed the incident at the mall. She remembered the sheer frustration when he didn't apologize and the embarrassment as people watched their exchange.

She could still see his smirk and hear his scoff. And now, he was calling her pet names? What kind of game was he playing? Despite her annoyance, she felt a pang of curiosity about this mysterious man.

She lay back on her pillows, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the next day would bring. The thought of meeting him again filled her with a mix of dread and anticipation. She sighed, knowing she had no choice. If she wanted her wallet back, she had to go.

With her mind spinning, Lisa eventually drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with fragments of tattoos, smirks, and a voice that both irritated and intrigued her.

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Kookie, you're such a flirt😂😂😂!!! International Playboy Mode on...ha ha ha

I literally fell off my chair while writing this.

LisKook ship begins to sail...

So, does that mean Lisa's crush on Jin will be diverted to JK?

And again, sorry to those who hate JK with Lisa..it's just fanfiction anyway...

See you in the next chapter guys..