The School Hunk is Taken | L.K Adaptation

Chapter 11

It was May 1st, not quite summer yet. In the city, the chances of thunderstorms were low this time of year, so who would have expected that we'd be woken by the roar of thunder.

I've lived for nearly 19 years now, but I never knew that thunder could sound like that. And that lightning could flash so brightly. It was terrifying....

More importantly, that rumbling sound seemed to come from right above our heads. The lightning could strike us at any moment and leaves us with only bones....It was too scary!

I buried my head into my sleeping bag and covered my ears to muffle out the sound of the thunder. But it was no use. Were the Duke of Thunder and Mother of Lightning having a fight tonight? The thunder continued to sound, and it seemed to be moving closer and to my ears. I was so scared my body went rigid and my head started to swell.

Jungkook, also woken by the noise, turned over and murmured, "Nature wants to show off its power? What great weather".

What a freak!

The fear inside me grew. Who knew if the next bolt of lightning would strike me right on the head? Was my life going to end here on this night? Please, no, I haven't lived long enough....

Just then, I heard Jungkook's voice again. "Lisa, are you scared of thunder?"

I trembled as I replied, "I'm not scared of thunder, I'm scared of dying".

Jungkook laughed out loud. Then he said, "It's ok. Even if you die, you'll at least have a bunch of people who go with you".

I wailed, "I don't want to die. I hope everyone can live long and well. No one needs to die...."

Jungkook extended his arm and gently pat my shoulder, "Don't worry. It's not that easy to die".

I ignored him and wriggled out from my sleeping bag. I turned on the lantern we had and then started rummaging through my backpack.

Jungkook asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

I answered, "Writing my will".

I pulled out a brand new notebook and pen from my bag. Good thing I packed all these things.

Jungkook also came out of his sleeping bag and slid over to where I sat. He asked, "Do you really think you're going to die?"

My eyes swept over him and I replied profoundly, "Child, a person must always be mindful of potential dangers".

Jungkook knocked me on the head. "Can you really call me 'Child?' Come on, call me Oppa"

Ugh....I glared at him without giving a replay. I flipped open my notebook and started writing my will. Hm, what should I write? If I were really to die, what kind of message would I need to leave for the living?

I tapped my ballpoint pen on my chin, and then finally, on the first page of my book, I wrote: Dad, I love you.

My handwriting looked frail and fragile, revealing the struggle and my resentment of death. I looked at those weak words and suddenly grew angry.

No, I'm not really going to die, am I? I haven't even fulfilled my job as a daughter to my old dad yet....

Just then, Jungkook snatched the small notebook from me. I turned and glared at him again, and that's when I saw that he was looking at me strangely.

He must be making fun of me for my ugly handwriting. When I thought of that, I grew even more angry. Without any hesitation, I snatched my notebook back. "If you want to write something too, I can let you have a piece of paper".