Until the day of the orientation party, Jungkook took some time every evening to practice for his performance.
If this were him just going through the motions, he wouldn’t be so concerned.
But this wasn’t.
He was well aware who this was for, so he couldn’t make mistakes.
On Friday morning, Jungkook got up early. What’s more, he naturally woke up twenty minutes earlier than last week.
After he opened his eyes, he looked at the time on his phone and wondered for a moment if something was wrong with his vision.
It was so early. In fact, after waking up naturally, his brain was even very clear-headed.
There was only one explanation for it.
Jungkook walked on the path, then turned a corner to the French Department building. Turning the corner, he suddenly remembered what Lisa had said.
“But for French class, I have to go out half an hour earlier every time… because I have to look at my phone just to find the teaching building…”
He remembered again that he had specially set up a back seat on his bike.
Since its installation last week, it had still remained untouched in the bikeport. He guessed the bike should be covered in dust.
Jungkook ruffled his hair.
Damn, he actually forgot.
He sighed and entered the school building, about to enter the lecture hall when his line of sight fixed on something.
A guy and a girl, standing at the end of the corridor. The girl’s back was to him while the boy faced him.
The girl looked similar in height to Lisa, and the boy’s head was lowered, talking about something.
He didn’t pay it any mind, withdrew his eyes, and went straight into the lecture hall.
Walking to his usual seat, he saw a familiar book bag sitting next to his desk.
A familiar breakfast.
Familiar paper and pencil.
He mentally connected it with the small back he just saw in the corridor outside the classroom. The more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt.
Jungkook only brought his phone to class. He stood by the table for a while, not sitting down. He immediately walked out.
Because it was still early, except for him and the guy and girl, no one else was in the corridor on this floor. When he neared the two people, he could already hear their conversation.
“…… So.” He saw the boy touch the back of his head. As he got closer, the guy’s expression became clearer. He had wheat-colored skin with a slightly unnatural flush on his face.
He said: “Can you give me your WeChat?”
Jungkook’s steps stopped all of a sudden.
Because he stopped so suddenly, his shoes made an ear-piercing screech on the smooth floor. The two people at the end of the corridor looked at him in unison.
The petite girl had a surprised look on her face: “Senior?”
Jungkook: “………”
Who was that if not Lisa.
And this man in front of her…
Fuck, actually not bad-looking.
There was a saying. How did it go?
Oh. Jin said, Bae Irene was his cabbage. He was so good to her, but she actually ran away with others.
Lisa was the cabbage he raised.
He has worked hard to raise it for a month. The young and unripe cabbage looked close to becoming an enlightened and mature good cabbage.
Someone actually wanted to dig her up???
Jungkook felt a fire instantly burn in his heart and lungs. The fire was uncomfortable. He took large strides to reach the two. Ignoring the boy, he fixed his attention at Lisa: “I have something to say to you.”
He took the little girl’s arm. Without force, his hand looped around her arm, pulling her in the direction of the classroom.
He heard her softly call out. After, she seemed to turn back to the person behind him and said: “…… Um, senior, sorry. I’ll leave first!”
… Senior???
After not seeing each other for a few days, she already met another senior who liked her?
Jungkook pulled her next to their seats and watched her sit in with a puzzled expression.
He looked at her blinking her dark, deer eyes and asking in a whisper, “Senior, what are you… so anxious about?”
He took a deep breath and looked at her white cheeks. He couldn’t help but remember the soft and smooth touch on his hands at the library that Sunday.
It took great effort to push down his desire to touch it again.
He took a good look around her desk.
Then his desk.
Very good. There was nothing.
Jungkook sat down and turned to face her directly, “Lisa.”
“Hmm?”
“Where’s my soy milk?”
“……?”
“You said you’d get me it every Friday. Where’s my soy milk?”
Lisa froze for a moment.
Today, she left the dining hall before remembering that she forgot to get the soy milk. But then, because she might be late if she went back to get it, she didn’t.
She choked for a moment then unintelligibly said: “I… forgot today…”
The words hadn’t yet finished.
She saw that the person sitting opposite her with a serious expression, and the words he said were almost bullheaded: “But you said it yourself.”
“……”
“It was you who said you would bring it to me every Friday,” He even quirked up one side of his lips and laughed. The kind of laugh that obviously carried anger, and emphasized each word: “You deceived me.”
Lisa: “………”
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The author has something to say.
In front of others, Young Master Jeon: Lili is my cabbage! All of you stinky fish and mushy shrimp should scram ah!!!!
Alone, Young Master Jeon: Lili… You big liar. QAQ
# I’ll decide for my cabbage #
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(Author (s) - Cherry Wine/车厘酒)