Jungkook would not feel pain. He only felt tingly from his ear being twisted. He carried Lisa toward the park with his head lowered and without making a sound.
He finally said after a long while, "No run."
It was hot outside and, with the two bodies touching each other's, they became even hotter.
The person on his back was both soft and warm. It was an odd sensation for Jungkook.
With his mouth shut, he hastened his pace. He could smell a nice fragrance in his nose.
There weren't a lot of people in the park.
Sitting on the long wooden bench, Lisa lifted her foot up slightly.
Her leg was fair and delicate and it looked even fairer and tenderer under the sun. It contrasted starkly with the dark-colored wood bench.
Jungkook squatted down half way in front of the wood bench and helped her clean out her wound.
He was clumsy but tender and careful. Bit by bit, he used the tip of his finger to brush off the sand on her wound.
Lisa moved her leg some with the pain.
Jungkook looked up at her.
"I will hold still. You keep going." Lisa was always a coward when it came to pain. With the big scratch on her knee and blood coming out of it, if she didn't feel that crying in front of little Jungkook would be very embarrassing, her eyes would probably be red from crying right about now.
Jungkook had never cried nor said that he was in pain from being hurt or sick since he was a child. That being said, looking at the frowning Lisa still gave him a dull feeling in his chest.
Jungkook lowered his head and blow at Lisa's wound.
Lisa was taken aback a little, "Jungkook?"
The young man's voice was hoarse, "Hu you."
He repeated once again, "Hu-hu you."
Lisa still remember that she would blow on his wound when he was hurt as a child. Now their roles had been reversed.
Lisa's eyes curved from smiling. The young and inexperienced Jungkook in front of her was so ridiculously cute. "Thank you so much. I am not hurting anymore."
As soon as she had finished saying that, her 10-minute time was up and Lisa returned to her original state where only Jungkook could see her. The wound on her foo disappeared and her skin was back to its fair color.
She was right. As soon as her time was up, any wounds that she had sustained would disappear instantly.
Lisa's knee was fair and tender right now with not even a hint of redness.
Staring at her leg, Jungkook saw that her red wound had just disappeared.
Jungkook leaned in very close to examine it and his warm breath fell on Lisa's knee. It tingled. Lisa's face burned and she moved her leg again.
Catching the baffled look from Jungkook, Lisa smiled and said, "My wound is much better. Thank you for tending to it, Kookie."
"Wound disappear," asked Jungkook.
"Right. It had disappeared." Lisa said to him shamelessly, "Because I am Angel Big Sister."
Jungkook lowered his eyes. His hoarse voice was deep. "Strange big sister."
Lisa was a little surprised. Did he recognize her?
Under the sun, Jungkook in his red exercise outfit were still half-kneeling in front of her. There was no expression on him but between his youthful and inexperienced brows and eyes were quiet and docile.
Lisa's heart softened some. "What did you mean when you said 823 days earlier?"
Jungkook kept his mouth shut tightly.
Lisa said her speculation out loud. "Had it been 823 days since we have last seen each other?"
Jungkook looked up at her and, after a long while, finally squeezed out a grunt from his throat.
Lisa was stunned. So, he remembered it this whole time?
Jungkook placed his cold and fair cheek onto Lisa's leg. His eyes had already formed into their beautiful peach-blossom shape. Looking at her with his dark eyes quietly, she looked like an aggrieved and milky puppy begging to be comforted.
The strange big sister had disappeared for 823 days. He had been counting every one of them.