The School Hunk is Taken | L.K Adaptation

Chapter 30

As soon as I walked into the room, I lowered my head and admitted my mistake, "Jungkook, I am sorry. I was wrong".

Jungkook's voice was faint and there was no hint of any anger. "Where were you wrong?"

I looked at him like a supplicant and said, "I should not have been mad at you, I should not have misinterpreted your kindness. I don't work hard enough. I often ignore your feelings....I often think that you are abnormal".

I saw Jungkook's face turned sullen again, so I added, "Actually, you are not, hey how can you be abnormal? You are so tall and handsome...."

The narcissistic Jungkook immediately lit up at the mention of the word 'handsome'. His eyes started shining and a corner of his lips curled upwards in a faint smile.

I secretly stored this important bit of information in my heart. Jungkook.

Inked to hear others call him handsome.

Seeing that his mood has turned better, I took the opportunity to plead my case. "Am I forgiven?"

Jungkook smiled slightly and said, "What do you think I should do?"

I immediately blurted out, "I am willing to do anything you want to make this up to you".

As soon as I finished saying this. I regretted it. I was sure Jungkook would be taking advantage of this....

Sure enough, he took out the bag he had "That sounds right. You can make it up to me with this".

I took the bag suspiciously and looked through the things inside. It was a newly bought cross stitch mat. That pattern seemed to be of two fishes playing in the sea.

Jungkook reminded me, "You promised you would embroider a big piece for me".

I unfolded the mat and flinched. "But this is too big".

What you liked was just a mobile charm. This was a pillow?!

Jungkook frowned. "There is no sincerity".

I was speechless and hesitated for a long time. Finally I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay, I will work on this. Of course I will. After all, I had promised you. But I have never done this before, and this is too big. I don't know when I will finish this".

Jungkook waved his hand very generously. "No hurry".

So I took cross stitch pillow case and walked out of Jungkook's room with a smile.

Later, I wondered how things had played out like this.

The next day, Jungkook returned an empty basket to me, and there were no plums. I asked him if had eaten them, but he denied it. Even if he had denied it, I knew that he had eaten them. This person was really hypocritical!

....

It was summer afternoon and the weather was hot and stuffy. I knew I couldn't sing out loud so I was singing in my heart. I was sitting under the sycamore tree, embroidering the pillow case. It was a really difficult pattern and my eyes were tearing up. I had already unraveled my stitches several times before because I had made mistakes, and the unraveling was even more laborious than the actual stitching. This Jungkook, he could really figure out cruel methods to torture me. I must have owed him in my earlier life.

And what was Jungkook doing? I didn't want to talk about it because talking about it would make me furious. He was laying leisurely in the hammock with his eyes closed and his headphone on his ears. His expression showed a lazy comfort while my eyes were burning. On the table next to him, apart from a laptop, there was a plate of fruits, a knife and a bottle of Eau de cologne. I firmly despised people who led such a hedonistic life.