The atmosphere was quiet.
A few seconds later, Jungkook’s IQ returned. Raising his hand, he pinched the area between his brows in annoyance, cursing in a low voice, “You only got wet, did you lose your mind….”
He looked back at the sofa.
The girl apparently used great effort to hide her true emotions, but at the mention of eyes, her originally open display of emotions became a bit more reserved.
Jungkook sighed noiselessly.
He got up from the floor, squatted his knees and leaned over to the girl, “I’m sorry.”
Lisa was slightly started. Soon after, she looked up, the corners of her eyes curving down, “It’s okay, I’m used to-"
”Jungkook’s a jerk, no need to pay attention to him.”
“……?”
Jungkook tried to hold back and restrain himself, but still couldn’t hold himself back.
He raised his hand, rubbing the top of the girl’s head that looked a little sad. His voice was cold and lazy, but he tried very hard to “coax a person”-
“You’re the prettiest, no one can compare to you.”
Lisa was stunned for a long time.
She remembered that not long ago it was the same, similarly light, mischievous, and lazy tone of voice, smilingly but not smilingly saying to her: “Not good-looking, like an ugly duckling.
Now….
The corners of the girl’s eyes curved down, “Thank you Kookie.”
Jungkook, who had just withdrawn his hand, stiffened and coldly warned, “No calling me Kookie.”
Lisa hesitantly asked, “Then what should I call you?”
“.”
“Directly calling you Yoongi, is that okay?”
“……” Despite having some displeasure, after all, it was a hole he dug so Jungkook could only agree, “Mm.”
The washed and dried clothes were sent back to the guest room.
Jungkook walked to the long corridor and stood waiting for the maid he had already warned not to talk. He wanted her to help the little girl in the guest room change into the dress she was wearing before.
Not long after, the door of the guest room reopened.
Lisa, who had changed back into the dark formal dress stitched with small diamonds, very carefully walked out holding the door.
Jungkook’s eyes paused, and when he returned from his amazement, he stepped forward and handed the blind cane and phone to the girl, “The phone’s been repaired and can be used normally. The rain has stopped outside, I’ll have someone send you to the main building.”
Lisa froze: “Don’t you want to go together?”
“No thanks.”
“… Okay.” The girl, except for pausing for a few seconds, didn’t show any sign of opposing.
After the pause, she also only nodded her head and said softly in a earnest tone, “Then, see you next time.”
Jungkook was silent.
He watched the girl hold the blind cane turn around accompanied by the maid.
The thin cane tapped gently on the floor of the corridor, moving slowly towards the darkness ahead, those tiny sounds full of caution, tentativeness, and uneasiness.
When Lisa nearly got to where her memory remembered the stairs to be, she heard the silence behind her get broken by the sound of footsteps.
The man came with a faint fragrance of cedar wood stopped beside her, seemingly hesitating. Then Lisa felt the upper end of the blind cane she was holding being held by someone.
Still the same flippant and lazy tone of voice, only it had a little bit of contradictory discomfort:
“I’ll send you….. down to the main building.”
Lisa stood in the same spot for a few seconds.
Then she lightly bent down the corners of her eyes. She smiled softly, “Okay.”
.
In accordance with the principle that men and women should not touch when giving or receiving, Jungkook was separated from her by the length a small blind cane, still thinking about which brain cell of his was faulty as he helped the girl downstairs.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put himself in such an impossible situation.
Thinking about the old man’s birthday banquet at night, in front of all the guests, he couldn’t stop everyone from sharing his real identity as Jungkook to the little girl he was holding at the moment. Jungkook felt his temples throbbing with pain.
Telling lies as he pleased, but it came back to bite him.
Jungkook sighed.
Lisa’s ears were sensitive enough to catch this untraceable sigh. She hesitated, asking carefully, “Yoongi, what’s wrong with you?”
Jungkook lazily responded, “Headache.”
Lisa asked worriedly, “Could it be a fever from the rain? Try and feel if your forehead is hot?”
“No need-“
The words stopped abruptly.
Jungkook’s footsteps also suddenly stopped at the last step.
Looking at the man with a gentle smile and cold eyes standing not far from the first floor, Jungkook fell into silence.
Lisa, whose eyes were closed, naturally didn’t know that the real Jeon Yoongi was already standing by the stairs.
She only knew that the person in front of her stopped suddenly, or perhaps after saying “headache”- Lisa frowned with worry and moved carefully up the blind stick.
She asked softly in a worried voice: “Yoongi?”
“…..”
When Jungkook snapped out of it, he watched a small, fair, and slender hand behind him climb up along the blind cane, and then a cool, icy palm lightly covered his forehead
The girl’s voice was gentle, probably “coaxing” him, a “patient” who was not very obedient.
“Don’t you move.”
“…..”
Jungkook’s eyes wavered and he forgot to stop her.
By the stairs, the man standing straight against the wall paused in his movements. A few seconds later, the man raised his eyes. Looking at his younger brother standing on the stairs and the girl with her eyes closed, still draped in Jungkook’s jacket, Yoongi raised his eyebrows slightly-
“Yoongi…?”
Jungkook: “…….”
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Don't Cry | Liskook Adaptation
RomanceThe Tang family had two daughters. Outsiders have only heard that the eldest daughter, Tang Jennie, was beautiful and would be engaged to Jeon Jungkook, the young master of the Jeon family, in the future and everyone envied her. Few people knew that...
