To Our Pure Little Beauty

Their youth part 3

Jungkook’s and Lisa’s hometown was by the seaside, and was a location where typhoons frequently occurred. In the summer, there would often be the occurrence of happy occasions where lessons would come to an emergency halt halfway through for students to disperse home.

Roughly in the summer of Senior Year 2, or possibly Senior Year 1, the memories were vague, in any case, that point in time was not long after Sehun had transferred schools and come here. The super strong Typhoon ‘Jade’, ‘Pearl’, or something, Jungkook too couldn’t remember, in any case, every time he heard the names of typhoons, he always couldn’t help but lament about how the authorities’ name-designation philosophy for natural and man-made disasters could also be regarded to be totally out of the left field, that logic was just as senseless and wilful as Lisa was.

That time, they had just finished their second lesson, the wind outside was making clanging noises as it blew, the sound of the exercise broadcast seemed to be extremely melancholy interspersed between sounds of the wind. The teacher, seeing how the wind was so great, also didn’t dare to let the students go out to do exercise, she only emphasised that they all were not to go out, and were to wait for the notification, hence an entire class of people (remained) in the classroom, looking at each other helplessly. 

Lisa turned around mournfully to say to Jungkook, “What’s to be done? So scary.”

Jungkook was indifferent, “It’s not like you’ve never seen a typhoon before, what’s there to be afraid of? Plus, it hasn’t rained yet.”

He had just finished his words, when raindrops the size of beans smashed on the glass windows with banging sounds.

Lisa’s face was even more pained, she then turned her head to look at Sehun in the neighbouring group, he was just facing her and raising his eyebrow triumphantly.

Lisa asked Jungkook in a low voice, “That, do you believe in the theory of psychic communication with spirits?”

Without waiting for him to answer her, she then continued to elaborate, “I actually didn’t believe in it, two days ago I watched a Korean horror film called ‘Bunshinsaba’, when I was talking about it with Sehun, he said he had invited the Bunshinsaba before, I didn’t believe (him), hence we arranged to go to the art room during physical education class to invite the Bunshinsaba. We asked a few senseless questions, for example, Bunshinsaba, are you a guy or a girl, at the end Sehun even asked, Bunshinsaba, will it rain tomorrow? It said it will, he then asked again, will it be windy tomorrow? It said it will…… Yesterday was clearly a sunny day, and it really did get windy and rain today, plus the hand I used to hold the pen really didn’t move.” 

Jungkook swept a glance at her hand, playing ‘Bunshinsaba’? Why not just go out and walk hand in hand?

Lisa, seeing him not uttering a word, thought that he didn’t believe it, hence she continued to question, “You too think that the Bunshinsaba is a scam, right?”

In Lisa’s heart, as long as Jungkook said something was fake, it definitely was fake, in this way, she too didn’t have to be afraid that that Bunshinsaba (Pen Immortal) or that Pen Ghost or whatever would come and catch her.

Who knew that Jungkook would say with an expressionless face, “I don’t know, there’s a lot of things that can’t be explained in science, not encountering something doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist.”

Idiot, don’t you know that there’s something called the weather forecast.

Lisa was very terrified in her heart, if she had to say that she had any conviction, her conviction was Jungkook, Jungkook was the god in her heart, something that her god couldn’t determine if it existed or not, then it must exist…… She was going to be snatched away by a ghost……