Let's say the setting is the summer of 2016. The male protagonist, Jungkook, is an eighteen-year-old nymph rider who has long since given up on studying. Since his family was poor, he worked various part-time jobs and rode motorcycles until he ended up on the path of a nymph, and naturally, he earned the titles of "Rider Nalari" and "The guy with the purple hat who rides a motorcycle."
The female protagonist, on the other hand, is a total idiot. She perfectly fulfills the plans her parents devised for her, a plan that doesn't fit the standard of a middle school student with no money, and she routinely sweeps national competitions, following the typical path of a genius. Her only flaw is her lack of courage.
It was perhaps natural that the ordinary Yeoju and him had no connection. Yeoju stayed at school, working hard to survive, even making it to the gym, while Jeongguk spent the rest of the day riding his motorcycle with his friends, exploring the city. The first time these two people, with contrasting lifestyles, personalities, and hobbies, met was in the parking lot behind the school.
Yeoju, who believed she had no one on her side, had been secretly caring for her one and only cat in the parking lot behind her school for months. It was nine o'clock at night, standing under the pitch-black sky, after the palm trees had all been planted. She pulled a Churu from her pocket and walked briskly toward the parking lot. But soon, someone caught her eye: a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a fur hat with the initial P tucked into it.
"Oh, f*ck. What do I do?"
It's Jeon Jungkook.
The question, "What are you doing here?" floats through the air, searching for its own answer, before finally disappearing into silence. The man in the blue hat, muttering a low curse, glances at the female protagonist, then hurriedly sits down on the motorcycle, clutching something red in his arms. She asks about the dark red liquid staining the white T-shirt inside her jacket. "Have you seen the cat that was here?" He hides her question again in silence, his face somewhat pale. As she approaches him step by step, what she sees is...
"blood?"
"·········."
It was a whining cat.
That cat was also treated with great care by the female protagonist.
"·········."
"·········."
"Did you kill him?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not dead yet."
"I asked if you killed him."
"······It was an accident."
"What the hell..."
bags under his eyes
I stared intently at the small teardrops.
"go."
"Oh, it wasn't intentional. I just, just..."
"Go.
"what···?"
The female protagonist is riding on the backseat of a motorcycle.
Put your hand around his waist.
"You said you weren't dead yet."
"··· uh."
"Are you going to leave me to die?"
With hands dyed red
He wiped away his tears once.
I pulled the handlebar next to the motorcycle handlebar.
Vroom-
I started running through the dim, dark darkness.
In lonely silence
Hoping for a life well lived.
The cat, unable to withstand the shock of the motorcycle speeding at fifty kilometers per hour, left her embrace. Throughout the hospital room, she whispered firmly into his ear, his head bowed low. "You killed him. You killed him, after all." Her actions were utterly cruel, but I dare say they were less so than those of the heroine who lost her allies. Only the tips of his fingers, as he nibbled and munched, turned red.
"Don't tear it."
"·········."
The favor on her part is
He told me not to bite my nails
It was all about cute character bands.
Let this incident be an opportunity
I hope we never meet again.
"hey."
"·········."
He called me
A few weeks later, it was in front of the cafeteria.
Perfect Youth Part 1
over
* Continued from the next part.