To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 34

“I had them duplicated.”

“How could you duplicate my keys without my consent!” I was so angry that I suddenly jumped, standing right up on the bed.

He slowly walked towards me, “Because I’m shameless.”　　

……

I also took a few steps backwards. As I was standing on the bed, and the opportunity to tower over him was hard to come by, I tried assuming an imposing air, only that when I opened my mouth, my voice somehow came out weak, “Don’t come over here…….”

Jungkook grabbed hold of my ankle, dragging me with a firm grip. I fell head first on the bed, luckily, the mattress was really soft.

His entirety immediately hung all over me. I narrowed my eyes at him, but wore a smile of someone attempting to curry favor, “That, it was just a slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue.”　　

He leaned in closer and closer, until the tip of his nose was already touching mine, “Really?”

Only one word and his breath fanned all over my face, “Really, really! You have face, no one has more face than you.” (T/N: you are shameless = you have no face)　

He rubbed his nose randomly on my face, this made me think of that pig I saw when I was a kid, digging on a pile of bok choy with its snout.

As we were smilingly, and noisily about to take off our clothes to delve into a business justifying social harmony, my phone suddenly rang.

I peeled off Jungkook from me, and crawled towards the bedside table enough to reach out for my phone. Jungkook dragged me back by my ankle. I was begging at the same time stretching my hand further to grab my phone. When I managed to take hold of it, I put it right before my eyes to read, and said in a hurry, “Quit messing around, it’s Joy.”

Jungkook’s hands stopped, and I quickly picked up the call, my voice also sounded very perky, “Hello.”

It was silent on the other end of the line, and then someone spoke, “It’s me, Joy.”

“En, I know.” I replied in a calm voice.

Silence. If the enemy doesn’t move, I would also not move.

After a long while, she said, begging me, “Would you please not tell him about that thing?”

Actually, I really wanted to tell her with a freezing irony and a scorching satire, “About what? Tell what to whom?” But in the end, I still wasn’t able to say it. Jungkook had taught me very well, I shouldn’t be a mean person, and at the very least, I should not be mean in front of others, hence I just said, “He and I are good friends.”

She said, “I know, I……..”

She fell into silence, she probably didn’t know where to start.

I was holding the phone and glanced at Jungkook. He was using my thighs as a pillow, flipping through the manga I was reading just now.

A deep sigh came from the other end, “I was only 15 when I became their housekeeper, just a child from the countryside going to the city to work. The people in that residence were very nice to me, I was also contented with what I have. But as I slowly grew up, I did not expect that the more I grew, the more beautiful I became, I didn’t expect to get the attention of that damn old man………”

There was a pregnant pause, and then she laughed hysterically to herself, “Hahaha, the more I grew, the more beautiful I became…..haha………”

Her laughter, it sounded very miserable to me.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and said, “Uhm, you finish the story first.”

“What I told you wasn’t really what happened. That time, there was no one at home. I was mopping the floor when the old man came back. He sat on the couch, reading a newspaper. He made me pour a glass of water for him, afterwards he pressed me on the couch. After that event, he told me that he would be nice to me if I would be well-behaved and do what I was told. If I won’t obey him, he would just have someone deal with my parents, he’d also make sure that I wouldn’t find a job. What could I possibly do? I was only a 16-year old then.”

I was holding my phone, and had no idea what to give to her as a reply. My hand that was on my hip was suddenly gripped by Jungkook. I looked down at him, he covered his face with the book, and looked like he was already sleeping.　　

I tried to pull my hand free from his grip and said, “I can promise you I won’t tell him, but I hope that you would handle it well. Don’t let him get hurt, he is a very important friend.”

“Thank you.”

I gave it another thought, and threatened her again, “If you hurt him, I will not let you get away with it.”

After I was done saying it, I immediately regretted it, what line from which TV drama was I talking about ah…..

Luckily, Joy didn’t jump on the opportunity to laugh at me, she just said, “I know, don’t worry.”

She’s relatively kind on one hand.

After I hung up the phone, I was just about to look at Jungkook to have a chat with him, only to find out that he already let go of my hand without me knowing. He was curled up in a ball and have rolled to one corner of the bed, looking sullen.

I crawled over to him and tapped him, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t mind me.” He jerked his shoulders, shaking my hand off.

I was confused, “What’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t say anything, I froze there for a long time. As I felt that I couldn’t make head or tail with his actions, I just turned around to prepare my change of clothes.　　

When I was rummaging through my drawers to look for a nicer-looking and newer underwear, my mind has also been continuously calculating how costly it is to have a boyfriend. For instance, if I were to be thick-skinned, I think I honestly need to get a new set of underwear. And for another instance, I have a premonition that my electricity bill this month will go up and up……　　

“If he is your most important friend, then what am I?” Jungkook asked.　　

“Underwear.” I replied.

…….　　

Ah! I have to explain this. Just now, I was calculating in my head the maximum amount of electricity an air conditioner can consume in an entire night — how much electricity would it cost if it’s used once, how much would it cost if it’s the entire night, how much is the equivalent of one month, because I suck in Math, hence I got into a trance when I was calculating. It reached to an extent that when Jungkook spoke, I only caught the word ‘what’ and subconsciously transformed this ‘what’ into the most plausible, ‘what are you looking for?’, that’s why the dialogue above happened.

A quiet and strange atmosphere permeated the room, I had no choice but to arduously rewind back to the sentence he was asking, after which, I wanted to strangle myself using the straps of my bra.