“La! Lisa! Manoban!” He sat up, fuming with rage between gritted teeth.

After I was done talking, I quickly fled into one of the rooms, closed the door shut and locked it, then I heard the slippers swishing in the air, hitting the door, sliding, then falling down the floor.  

What a pleasant night.  

I looked around and found out that the room I casually rushed into was actually the room Jungkook usually sleeps in as there were few pieces of his clothes strewn on the bed, as a matter of fact, I’ve described it quite modestly, his clothes and books were actually piled up on his bed.  

I tidied out a corner, sat cross-legged, and casually fished out clothes folding them neatly in a pile. The room is filled with the flavor of Jungkook, I’ve been familiar with this flavor since I was 16 years old, I’m just hoping that this flavor would also fill my life.

A knocking sound came from the door twice, and then Jungkook’s voice followed, “Open the door.”

“What are you doing?” I held a piece of clothing in front of my chest out of reflex, and realising that I was being ridiculous, I folded it with a grin on my face.

“Getting a change of clothes for shower.” He said.

“Really?”

“Fake.” He snapped.

I went to open the door, I was wondering that once I open the door, would he throw me on the bed, and then do this to me, and that, this and that. Aiyo, I’m really sorry.

To be quite frank, I look forward to this kind of embrace and yet I wanted to act all reserved, let me think of a not so elegant saying — to erect a monument. 

Unfortunately, Jungkook must have lost his focus, he thought I really wanted a good reputation, hence he waltzed in, took his clothes, and walked out, he didn’t even spare me a glance, and I even walked him to the door……

I just simply finished in tidying up Jungkook’s room, and was about to go to bed when another knock came from the door, my heart went up my throat.

Jungkook said, “Hey, I’m going to sleep. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The heart which I’ve mentioned slowly lowered down. Doctor Jeon, don’t bring such loneliness to your girlfriend’s heart.

When I entered the world of dreams with a sweet smile, my overwhelming happiness must have made the God of dreams, that old man, think I’m unpleasant to look at, he arranged a segment of that girl jumping off from the second floor and replayed it countless times like it was on a video casette tape until I screamed and woke up from that dream. 

Look, even if he’s a god, he’s also ‘envious, jealous, and hateful’.

I felt around to switch on the lamp, then hugged a pillow in a daze.

There were two knocks at the door, I hugged the pillow tightly, and shrunk at the bedside.

“Lisa? It’s me. Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice can be heard from the other side of the door. I heaved a sigh of relief, living alone for a long time made me forget that there were two people in this house tonight.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door twice again.

“Well, the door isn’t locked.” I said.

The door opened, Jungkook came in holding a glass filled with white liquid, if I’m not mistaken, it’s probably milk, if it’s something else, I can only say that he broke free of conventional thinking, in English it’s called, Thinking out of the box.

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