In short, Jungkook suddenly became a chatterbox, and being his girlfriend, I could only laugh with him, moreover, I laughed till I was like a blossoming sprig trembling disorderly*, if not it appeared like I wasn't being tactful. 
He talked and talked, then he suddenly asked me, "Did you spray perfume?"
                          
I didn't, so I firmly shook my head.
                          
He looked at me suspiciously, took a deep breath and said, "I definitely smelled something."
                          
I with great exertion took a few breaths, then with a sudden epiphany said, "Oh, you are talking about this? This is the smell of eau de toilette, my thigh was bitten fiercely by mosquitoes."
                          
He skeptically said, "It doesn't smell like eau de toilette."
                          
I took a moment to recall, scratched my head and said, "Eau de toilette wasn't cooling enough, I applied some medicated oil as well."
                          
......
                          
He didn't say anything more. I also didn't know what I had said wrongly, but I roughly guessed that he did not like the smell on myself at all, hence I quietly shifted myself to the furthest end on the bench. Half my butt was hanging in the air.
                          
Just like this, we remained in a deadlock on a stone bench beside the sports field.
                          
Finally, he suddenly said angrily, "Lisa, come over here."
                          
I thought, He isn't going to beat me up, is he? I had heard of a type of boyfriend who derived enjoyment from beating his girlfriend. However, I still shifted my butt horizontally across while asking him, "Whatever for?"
                          
"Give me a kiss," he answered.
                          
I turned rigid at the one-third position of the bench, not knowing what to do. Even though it was my final goal to have him put forward this request, but I still failed to live up to expectations and was scared out of my wits. I most likely am that sort of people they talk about who has the heart of a thief, yet has no guts of a thief. 
                          
"Hurry up," he urged.
                          
"Oh." I subconsciously shifted to his side quickly. The stone bench was a little ice-cold at the region by his side, I rigidly sat up straight, it was like there was a slab of stone vertically erected on top of a slab of stone.
                          
Jungkook turned my shoulders over with immense strength, causing me to have to sound out an "Aiya!" to remind him to not wring and dislocate my shoulders.
                          
He said, "What are you saying "Aiya" for, why are you so unromantic?" 
                          
As soon as he finished speaking, his lips came over and pasted against mine, I thought, 'You can't do this, you can't not give me time to defend myself after criticising me and just block my mouth, it's not like you are paying me hush money over here.'
                          
Later on, I asked him if he was attracted by my swaying, elegant appearance when I wore a dress, he said, "No, your calves are quite thick,"; I then asked him if it could be that he was attracted by the smell of eau de toilette combined with medicated oil, he said "No, it smells like Formalin,"; I refused to drop the matter and asked if it could be that the calling sounds of the insects at the sports field had awakened his animalistic side, he said, "Are you nuts?" ; I said, "Then what is it exactly?", he said that he just wanted to kiss and see if the tactile sensation of the skin tissue of the lips was any different from that of normal skin.
                          
......
                          
That flower-petal like romantic dream about my first kiss of mine was ruthlessly defiled by him just like that, I might as well have given my first kiss to someone else......
                          
Just as I was vexing about not having given my first kiss to a stranger back in the day and recalling the most handsome stranger I had seen in my life, the doorbell rang. My heart dropped as it thumped a few times, like the feeling of weightlessness you get in a descending elevator. I took a deep breath, and prepared to deal with Jungkook with the face of a cold stepmother, perhaps I could get a few pleading cries in exchange from him, to make up for the many years of hardship chasing him when I was young.