Don't Cry | Liskook Adaptation

Chapter 8: Are you Jeon Jungkook?

   For a few seconds, Tang Lisa almost thought that “Kookie,” who had walked with her through too many instances of loneliness and despair, had finally come to life like in her dreams.

　In the end, she was only a 16- or 17-year-old girl. She was unable to see and isolated from the outside world, so she lived more simply than her peers.

　She had no colorful experiences or interesting stories in her life, not even a friend of her own age to talk to.

　Except for Kookie.

　So just like every girl had fantasies and dreams, Lisa dreamed many times that her “Kookie” would really exist; become a real person who could always talk to her in a lazy, flippant, and cold voice.

　No longer an artificial intelligence made up of countless language modules, no longer a voice that could only be stuck inside her small phone. In her dreams, her “Kookie” was touchable and warm.

　Just like this moment…

　Lisa could hear from her position, through the thin clothes and flesh, the heartbeat “thumping” in the chest with human temperature.

　“Kookie….”

　The cold and trembling girl slowly and unconsciously clenched her fingers.

　Jungkook’s eyes were lowered, silently gazing.

　The girl, who was drenched by the pouring rain and looked even smaller, was resting on him. Her body was still shaking a little, her thin white fingers tightly clenching the shirt on his chest.

　Her voice was also very soft, with the kind of unease and panic specific to a blind little girl who couldn’t see anything in a completely unfamiliar environment.

　It easily reminded people of a poor little kitten shrunken under bushes in the rain, with its fur dripping wet and hanging down—or a sick little kitten that couldn’t see the water in front of the street corner and the danger of upcoming traffic.

　Jungkook’s hand rose a bit, finally stopped in mid-air, and then dropped down.

　“….. How long do you want to hold on?”

　Hearing that lazy, indifferent voice, Lisa’s body trembled lightly. She was finally pulled out of the illusion where she couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or reality.

　After a few seconds of stiffness, Lisa slowly let go of the shirt she had clutched until it creased. With her head down, the ends of her long, wet, dangling hair gently curled and stuck up.

　“Sorry,” she closed her eyes and slowly moved back half a step, “You….”

　“I don’t want to accompany you to get wet in the rain. If you have something to say, do it in the building.”

　Jungkook bent down and picked up the blind cane on the ground, handed the handle side of the cane to her hand, watched her clenched white fingertips hesitantly release then tighten up again.

　The fine, drizzling rain was still falling.

　Jungkook was still looking down, pausing for a few seconds then took off his half-wet, half-dry jacket.

　He took off her soaked jacket with one hand and hung it on his shoulder. Jungkook gave the new jacket a shake and put it on her from behind—this time it was properly on, and even draped over the wet little head.

　After these actions, it revealed the thin shirt on Jungkook’s body that had been wet for some time, semi-transparently stuck to his body, revealing the fair and beautiful muscle lines under the shirt.