Our Fate

Jeon Jungkook,You're a jerk!

This reason sounded far-fetched and many found it hard to believe. However, Old Mrs. Jeon's reason seemed legitimate indeed.

Kim Zhongsheng wanted to persuade them to stay but hesitated because of Jeon Daqin. He looked at Kim Yerim, she was indeed completely drunk.

"Alright, we shall drink again next time."

In his heart he added, This girl shouldn't tag along the next time.

She was a hindrance.

That glass of liquor Kim Yerim drank tonight was the most she'd ever had ever since her high school farewell party years ago.

Jungkook supported her with his hand and lectured her relentlessly at the same time.

"For someone who can't drink, you were too reckless to down the entire glass all at once."

Third Master Jeon was rather gleeful when he saw her drunken appearance.

"Jeon Jungkook, stop your sarcastic remarks." Yerim halted her footsteps and raised her head. She glared at him resentfully. "You... obviously know I can't drink and you still forced me to. You're a despicable person for using me every single time."

"Secretaries are supposed to help their bosses in such situations," Jungkook said in a logical manner.

Kim Yerim drew closer to Jungkook and peered at him. She was just about to open her mouth when she burped.

He caught a whiff of alcohol in her breath.

Third Master Jeon looked disgusted and grimaced. He waved his hands and tried to disperse the smell away. "Get away from me, Kim Yerim. You don't behave like a lady at all."

"Of course. In your eyes, no one else but Park Chaeyoung can make the cut as a woman."

Yerim stood in front of Jungkook. She swayed to and fro, looking as if she was about to collapse at any moment.

Her eyes were still fixed on Jungkook's gorgeous face. Her sparkling eyes were reflected by the hotel lobby's light and looked like twinkling stars in the night sky. She looked lovely and alluring.

Jungkook heard Chaeyoung's name and his expression turned grim and gloomy at once.

He glowered at her. "Yerim, you have crossed the line," he said coldly.

Furious, he walked away from her.

Kim Yerim felt a gust of cold, piercing wind.

She turned around and stared at his snobbish-looking back. Her vision was blurry and she couldn't differentiate which was the real him among the numerous images she saw.

"Jeon Jungkook, you're a jerk!"

She yelled and hollered recklessly at him.

Her ranting echoed in the luxurious and spacious lobby.

The hotel staff glanced at them inquisitively, wondering what had happened between them.

After she ranted, Yerim moved unsteadily towards the exit.

She left the lobby's revolving doors and a blast of cold wind welcomed her. Yerim crossed her arms and stared blankly at the traffic. She treaded carefully on the steps and struggled to flag a cab while she was still sober enough.

Suddenly, a tall figure dashed in front of her.

Yerim felt the temperature drop drastically. She slowly lifted her head to take a look at the man's face.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Why?" Jungkook stared at Yerim with a questionable look in his eyes. "Why do you have to mention my taboo every single time you get drunk? And why do you always look at me like that and call me a jerk?"

Both of them couldn't bear the sight of each other and bantered often when they were kids. He would constantly tease and pick on Yerim.

Making her drunk at social gatherings and seeing her drunken state was what he did frequently.
Just a glass of liquor and she would transform into another person completely.

She usually labeled him as a jerk or a piece of scum and it would sound like he'd once let her down before.

"Since Chaeyoung is your taboo, I have something that I must say." Yerim waved her hands wildly in the air. "Chaeyoung... Chaeyoung..."

She had a jubilant smile on her face and shouted Chaeyoung's name repeatedly. She looked at Jungkook and sniggered. "No matter how attractive you are, Chaeyoung still left you. As your longtime nemesis, nothing else delights me as much as this matter."

She waved her hands again and gleefully spun in circles while humming her favorite tune.

Jungkook had an annoyed expression.

Right now he felt like strangling this woman who had been at loggerheads with him since they were young.

Yerim was still spinning happily when Jungkook extended his hand and grabbed her wrist. He menacingly drew closer to her.

He glared fiercely and said, "Kim Yerim, there's no reason for you to rejoice since you were ditched by Mark too."

He finished his sentence and forcefully flung her hand away.

Both were consumed with anger and started attacking each other's past.

"I admit it, so what?" Yerim raised her face and continued, "I've put the past behind me. How about you? I am much more of a man than you'll ever be."

Jungkook sneered and he gazed at her chest for a second.

"I really can't tell that you are a woman."

There was nothing ladylike about her from the inside to the outside.

She was as fierce as a tigress and used her fists to resolve conflicts instead of words. Other girls went through puberty at the age of fourteen but her figure still resembled an airport runway during high school.

How can she be shameless enough to insist that she's a woman?

Yerim smirked. "Obviously you didn't notice, since Park Chaeyoung is the only one who exists in your eyes. The rest of us are men."

The autumn wind was chilly and it roused Yerim's senses.

She rubbed her face and was suddenly aware that she'd lost control of her emotions. She didn't want to explain and chose to leave.

Behind her, Jungkook yelled in response, "You're damn right! I do like Park Chaeyoung. What about it?"

"Then you should have cherished her, why did you drive her away?" Yerim didn't stop walking, but neither did she turn back. She answered him with her back still facing him. "If I were you and I couldn't forget her, I would have traveled to the four corners of the Earth to look for her."

They were used to attacking each other's weaknesses and rubbing salt in each other's wounds.

Jungkook heard what Yerim said and he became quiet.

Why did he drive her away?

He reproached and mocked himself. He couldn't even make his loved one stay by his side.

If I were you and I couldn't forget her, I would have traveled to the four corners of the Earth to look for her.

He repeated Yerim's words and his gaze moved and found her indistinct figure. Indeed, he couldn't be compared to this silly woman who could go with the flow.

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