Chapter 38 • Pt. 5, 2

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If he needed a better clue that he was being an asshole, then he was stupid. But he wasn't.

The little pout on her plump lips made him finally calm down. He was still frustrated but staying angry wasn't going to change anything, he had made a bad decision and the consequences presented themselves, there was nothing left but to deal with them and find another place.

He nodded to Lisa's request and let her lead him to the beach, down the stone stairs that were a path to the sea. On the bottom step, they both kicked off their shoes and Lisa managed to make him laugh when she showed him that her fine, high-heeled sandals went almost all the way into his jacket pockets.

Only then did he notice that she looked so beautiful in his jacket. The leather was practically eating her thin body but it was like a protective blanket, she was adorable.

The sand was cold between their toes and it felt somewhat wet, it was tickling and relaxing at the same time.

The waves beat the shore majestically, with the force it had it might have been clumsy but the movement was beautiful. The water mixed with each other and created beautiful sounds, as soothing as the melody of a lullaby. But the experience was amplified in beauty because Lisa was next to him, her fingers intertwined with his. The wind made her hair dance a little and cleared that face of hers that seemed to be carved with love by a doll sculptor. She was precious and she was his and he felt miserable for not giving her all the good things that she deserved.

"You know what?" she said suddenly and a smile rang out in her voice. She turned to look at him and wasn't even surprised that he was already staring. She tucked a lock behind her ear, adorned with the same star-shaped earrings as usual. "It's actually sad because I liked that house"

Wait, what?

She liked that old humid house?

Lisa giggled incredulously. "It felt warm, I don't know, like, not so cold as a hotel room would feel," she tried to explain and wrinkled her nose as if what she said was silly but something came to her mind because her eyes lit up again. With amusement and she raised her index finger. "Also, last night was funny. I never thought I'd be in a moans competition "

I mean... She was actually right.

Jungkook laughed just remembering it, with a lighter heart.

"And we won," he added, nodding, which once again made her laugh and he could never get tired of making her laugh. "Do you think we should do it professionally?"

"Sure! We'd be so famous, Jungkook. We're hot," she stated with such confidence and she was not even lying, she was hot and he felt hot around her, both meanings. "But, really, I liked that house"

"The one we were literally kicked out from," he couldn't help but let out ironically.

"Yep, that one," Lisa nodded and made long steps on the sand, playing with it, still holding his hand. "My grandma used to have one in Phuket, lost between the plants and palm trees," she told him and let go of him only to stretch her arms and catch the sea breeze on her face. "Of course, it was more like a mansion, but my mother and uncle grew up there their first years and they left their mark. I loved it because when I went there it was already old with marks of age but also with marks of life. So there were traces of children growing up around like small engraved drawings in the wood and those cute height marks in the frame of a door. There was nothing of that in my house, except in my room. New decor every year, new furniture, even new curtains," and the story was perhaps sadder than she showed in her light tone. "So the guest house reminded me of it. I loved it. Vintage things are the best because they have history and you can be part of it, adding more "

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