ι ℓσνє уσυ, мσηѕтєя | LK Adaptation

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By the time the mini facial finally finished, Jungkook immediately wore his mask again before he carefully removed the blindfold in her eyes.

"Does it feel better now?" she asked and he nodded.

"Mm. Feel good."

Lisa smiled at him as she stood and tidied the things she used. She was curious about his reaction but since she couldn’t see his expression at all, she could only rely on his answers.

Shortly after that, someone knocked the door. Jungkook stood and opened the door and as expected, jimin appeared.

"Did I interrupt something?" he said mischievously before he sidled towards him and whispered something.

As soon as Jungkook heard whatever jimin told him, he immediately turned towards the girl who just stepped out from the bathroom.

Seeing them, lisa could already tell that there might be another important thing Jungkook must do. Thus she could only smile and wave her hand dismissively.

"It’s fine, you can now go," she said and the man nodded.

Lisa watched him went out until the door was closed when suddenly, her phone rang. She quickly picked her cellphone and was surprised. The caller was no other than her love guru and best friend, Jennie kim. For the past month, lisa was trying to call her but the girl wasn’t answering at all. She only received occasional messages from her once in a while.

"Hello sweety."

"Hello? Jennie? Where on earth are you?"

"Haha. Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself. I’m in North America."

"Then why are you not answering my calls?"

"Duh. Because you only called when I’m asleep."

"Er... well... how should I know that you’re actually at the other side of the world?"

"So? How was it? I bet your man is now a putty in your hand."

Hearing the words ’putty in your hand’ immediately made lisa somewhat speechless. Well, the first thing that appeared in her head was when Jungkook gave her a score of three out ten the last time she asked him.

"Er... I think we didn’t reach to that extent yet... uhm, not even close I guess, I can’t see his reac---"

"HUH?! What the hell did you say? With that beauty of yours and... are you saying that my advices actually didn’t work on him? Bloody hell... wait, I can’t accept this. Your man might be gay, he might be gay I’m sure of it---"

"Hey, calm down. He’s not gay okay?"

"How could I calm down?"

"Listen... actually he is---"

"No, you listen to me lisa. Did you two even kissed?"

"Er... we did... well yeah... I did kiss him."

"What type of kiss?"

"Huh? Well, just a peck in his lips?"

Silence followed lisa’s statement. Afterwards, she heard a sound of something that was bumped perhaps into a table. That moment, lisa could only imagine Jennie being greatly frustrated that she was lost for words.

"It’s not like there’s no impro---"

"Hear me lisa, just go and jump unto him. Kiss him. No, French kiss him. If he won’t reciprocate, kick his ass!"

Lisa could only cough slightly as soon as she heard what her friend just said.

"H-huh? F-french kiss?"

"Huh? F-f-french kiss? What are you... Wait... are you drunk?"

"I’m not drunk! So just do what I said!"

"Huh? You know I don’t even..." Lisa couldn’t continue her words anymore. It was because Jennie already ended the call before she could even finish her statement.

Ahh! This girl.

Lisa realized that Jennie was surely drunk. She knew about her habit that if she’s drunk, she’ll deny it and if she’s sober, she will always answer her ’yes, I am drunk’. Because of that, lisa could only shrug her shoulders and decided to call her again next time.

She also knew that this best friend of hers will never gave her a risky thoughtless advice.

However, before she could put down her phone, it rang again. She looked at it and she just received a mail from her.

Upon opening the mail, she choked and coughed again.

"D-detailed steps on how to French kiss?" she said, reading the subject of the mail. She scanned the whole thing and was surprised.

That moment, lisa sat on the bed and began to read the whole thing.

She read it seriously as she started scribbling something in her note. She knew that it’s still too early for her to attack him with this kind of high leveled kiss and worse was that she actually doesn’t even have any experience at all. That’s why, she studied it intently that she even wrote the steps in numbers. She thought that it wouldn’t be bad for her to prepare herself for it now. Who knows? It might happen sooner.

However, an important note in the end of the mail made her a bit taken a back and she bit her lip.

’Good French kissing requires practice.’

Practice eh? Uhh...

Lisa laid on the bed while her hands were spread wide. She yawned and then she rubbed her eyes. She felt sleepy and tired, maybe because she slept too late making masked cookies last night.

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while and then she breathed deep as things that had happened all day flashed across her mind before she slowly closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep.

...

It was already quite dark when Jungkook and jimin finally walked out from Jungkook’s study room. The two walked down the stairs and went straight to the kitchen for dinner. However, when Jungkook couldn’t see his wife on the dining table, his gaze fell into the butler.

"The miss seemed to be quite busy. She didn’t come out since you both entered in your room this afternoon," he politely said and upon hearing him, Jungkook immediately turned back and walked away.

By the time he entered the room, Jungkook found her soundly sleeping on the bed.

The man then stood there and stared at her for a while, before he sat at the edge of the bed.

Lisa’s long midnight-colored hair were scattered like black silk on the bed. Her face, was too peaceful as if she was a goddess cursed to sleep for thousands of years.

Jungkook’s eyes were glued at her face and then, unto the strand of hair on it. He didn’t make any sound, but moments later, he slowly lifted his hand and he started to carefully brush the strand of hair away from her face.