Mr Mermaid | LK Adaptation

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Jungkook's arrival caused a small commotion.

The entire agency was working within the sports industry — even the cleaning ladies could chat a little about the NBA Champions League — so everyone here was much more sensitive to the trends within the sports industry than the average person. Jungkook's record time of 47.88 seconds had already become widespread news. Quite a number of those working in the sports circle were keeping an eye on the situation — now, seeing Jungkook here today, how could they let the opportunity just slip by?

Wefie, wefie!

The female colleagues were particularly wild. They had never ever seen such a handsome man!!! With a figure even better than a model's!!!!!

And so, Jungkook was intercepted as soon as he entered the doors of the agency. When Lisa went downstairs to look for him, she saw him standing in the main hall, with a never-ending line of people taking turns to take wefies with him.

He was taking it well, at least, refusing no one and still smiling easily.

As if reacting to her presence, as soon as Lisa appeared at the second floor, Jungkook immediately raised his head to see her. Subsequently, he said 'excuse me' to the crowd around him and turned to go upstairs. Ah, the benefit of having long legs — taking the stairs three steps at a time took almost no effort at all.

Lisa barely had time to focus her stare when he had already arrived upstairs. He made his approach towards her gracefully and finally stood before her. "Hi."

Strictly speaking, it had only been 3 days since they last saw each other, but Lisa actually felt a little emotional upon seeing him, as if they were being reunited after a long time. She knew that he must have endured a great deal of pressure to so wilfully reserve an exclusive interview for her. Within the industry, she was only a small fry with hardly any presence who had been working in the field for about six months — what right did she have to secure an exclusive interview with him?

Her eyes suddenly felt a little warm, "Jungkook, thank you."

Her lips trembled slightly from emotion, and her wavering voice wormed its way into his ear. He saw the glimmer of tears in her bright black eyes, which brought to his mind the image of spring rain as apricot flowers fluttered through the air — lovely and refreshing, pure and gentle.

He smiled, feeling an overwhelming urge to pat her head.

However, he managed to hold back in the end — there were still so many people downstairs who had yet to disperse.

"No need to be so polite," he said suavely, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "Where shall we go now?"

"Follow me."

Lisa led him to the reception room. In the reception room, there was a tempered glass table surrounded by three armchairs. She let Jungkook settle into one of the armchairs and brought him an unopened bottle of mineral water. She then poured herself a cup of coffee.

Jungkook sniffed overtly and commented on her coffee, "Smells very good."

Lisa, "Even so, you can't have any." He was an athlete after all — his dietary intake was exceedingly strict. She did not want him to accidentally consume anything unclean while here.

Lisa sat down and placed a voice recorder on the table. She then spread out the two sheets of A4 paper and a notebook. Even though she had the voice recorder, she was still used to using pen and paper to jot down key points. She said, "Let's begin ... Eh, where's my pen?"

She searched around for a moment without finding it, and then she suddenly smacked the table gently in realisation. "Oh right, here it is."

And then, Jungkook saw her reach a hand behind her head, and with a gentle tug, her head of black hair slipped loose, spilling down like a glossy black waterfall. The strands of her hair were soft and clean, and they smelled faintly of lemons, which must have been the scent of her shampoo. Her hair curled gracefully like thick moss about her shoulders, half obscuring her fine-featured face. Several strands were unruly, slipping out from behind her ear to sway about the sides of her face. She seemed a little bothered by them, lifting a hand to tuck those strands back behind her ear.