"Don't touch me when we're out in public."
"Don't openly say that I am your wife." "Don't let people know that you and I live together."
Jeon Jungkook and Lalisa Manoban were forced to marry as a result of their parents' arrangements. Lalisa though...
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Seeing this, Lisa's face turned pale white. She bit her bottom lip and asked in a low voice, "Was it when you came to rescue me? Was that when you got injured?"
They were filming a modern drama, so there weren't any fighting scenes. The only thing that could have injured him was when he grazed himself whilst catching her as she fell off the swing...
Lisa suddenly thought back to the look Jungkook had given her that day when she opened her eyes. Those eyes had been filled with worry and confusion. However, his expression changed very quickly, and so she wasn't quite sure. Deep down, she was a little doubtful, but now, seeing that he had injured his back, the absolute doubt and struggle that she had tried hard to forget, her inner most feelings resurfaced once again...
Jungkook... did he... care a bit about her deep down inside? Or else, why would he sacrifice himself to save her?
Lisa's heart was confused. Her intuition told her that she guessed correctly, but she was also afraid that she was just over-thinking things. In her heart, she thought about it for a long time. By the end, she couldn't help but gently lift her eyelids to look up at the side of Jungkook's face. She carefully worded her question and asked, "That day, why did you save me?"
Jungkook's fingers trembled lightly as he tried to grab Lisa's hands. He tightly grasped and let go again... he let go and grasped again tightly. In the end, he fell back on the bed without a sound. After staying silent for a long while, he then shut his eyes and masked his emotions, then said in a flat tone, "If anything unfortunate were to really happen to you on set, there's no way I could explain it to Jimin."
Why did he save her? He loved her so much... How could he let her get hurt right in front of him?
He thought... the most depressing thing in the world was probably this. He clearly cared about her, which is why he was so selflessly brave. However, he could only find a reasonable excuse to make himself look like he didn't care.
So he actually saved her, all because of his brother... Lisa was disappointed, but she still let out an "Oh" to say she understood.
Jungkook didn't make a sound.
After staying silent for a long time, Lisa then remembered why she was here. She looked at the wound on Jungkook's back. She wanted to reach over to touch it but was afraid to hurt him. Eventually, she pulled her fingers back and asked in gentle voice, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Jungkook's hand tightly grasped the bedding.
Doesn't it hurt?
They were such simple words, but to him, they were what he had once craved.
Because he had a bone marrow transplant when he was young, his health was abnormally weak. After his mother passed away, how could a child only ten years old look after himself? He would often have a cold or get a fever.
When he went to the clinic, he would see other children his age treated like gems by their parents, but he would forever be alone. Back then, he was young and craved attention. Even though his mother told him that his father and the Park family had nothing to do with him, he still ran over to the Park's family's apartment block doors with a fever. Hoping to get just a little of his father's attention... no... just to be seen, he waited at the doorstep for a very long time before his father finally came to him. But before he could speak, his father furrowed his brows and asked with a dark look, "Who allowed you to come here? Leave!"
His father didn't even look at him but walked into the office block. To his father, Jungkook was of no relation to him, as if he was a stranger.
There was practically no one who cared if he suffered when he was sick, if he was injured and in pain to the point where he felt that he could never feel suffering or pain.
But now, she actually asked if he was in pain...
They were such careless words, but they easily pierced the softest part of his heart.
When Lisa posed her question, she reached and opened her bag, took out the disinfectant, ointment, and bandages she had bought in the pharmacy.
She picked the cotton swabs to firstly disinfect Jungkook's back. Perhaps because of the pain, Jungkook's back suddenly tightened.
As though Lisa also felt the same pain travel through her, her hand struggled to hold the cotton swab.
To stay composed and divert her attention, she couldn't help but ask, "When you got injured, why didn't you say anything? Even if you didn't want to let other people know, you still have to go to the hospital to get it checked up. If the wound isn't properly handled, it could easily get infected.
"Also, yesterday, why did you drink so much? With an injury like this, you shouldn't drink alcohol at all... For someone so old now, how can you not look after yourself."
Ever since Jungkook was young, his personality was always that of a loner; he didn't like to talk, and he preferred silence. However, now, by his ear, all he could hear around him was her gentle, long-winded chatter.
Perhaps because it was the first time Lisa had to take care of such a ghastly-looking wound, she seemed particularly timid. Her voice carried a slight tremble, which made her gentle voice sound especially cute and attractive.
She said one thing after another, without repeating a sentence, nor showing a hint of stopping. Yet, he didn't think that it was the least bit annoying. In actuality, as he listened to her jabber on, an indescribable warmth took over his heart.
With eyes shut and body spread out on the bed, Jungkook didn't say a word. It looked as though he had fallen asleep, but the corner of his lips hidden under his arms carried a slight hint of a smile.
Only when Lisa finished handling Jungkook's wound did she climb down from his body. Then, taking a few anti-inflammatory pills into her hand, she said, "Take some of these pills, you'll get better in no time."
As she said this, she grabbed the bottled water from the cabinet by the headboard. She twisted the cap off and carried it over to the bed. That was when she discovered his eyes were shut, his breathing was long and heavy, and he had already fell asleep.
His eyelashes were long. Under the light, his nose line was accentuated, forming a beautiful shadow.
His expression was still and calm. The corner of his lips was slightly arched, as if he was smiling. His dazzling features unexpectedly contained a hint of warmth.
Lisa bent her body to stare at Jungkook's face for a very long time. She couldn't help but draw closer, and secretly plant a light kiss on his face, before pulling back, blushing like crazy. She took the bottled water and pills to the cabinet by the headboard. Then she discreetly pulled the blanket over his body, picked her own bag, and quickly left the bedroom.
