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❝ I hate you, Violet Park! ❞ The boy yelled. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and he harshly wiped them up th...
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"All I ever wanted was a happy life but looks like it was something I couldn't afford to have."
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The day passed on smoothly except for the fact that the managers and Jungkook could clearly make out that Violet was appearing tense, more or less uncomfortable. Even the smile she carried when she thanked everyone was very likely fake. As much as he wanted to ask what was wrong, he was pulled away like a magnet with an opposite pole, thinking she might ask him again whether he had feelings for her.
The question he didn't want to hear because he didn't know the answer himself.
Soon, it was time to bid goodbye and Yoora and Violet got into their car. Jungkook and Hyun too went to their vehicle and drove off to their respective places. The actors had been awarded a break of one week and after that, the promotions and interviews would start.
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Yoora was swiftly driving the car. It was chilly at night and the time was somewhere around ten. Just as they were silently riding back home Violet asked the manager to stop the car.
"Yoora, stop the car."
"What? Why? Are you fine?" She enquired.
"I want to help her. " She pointed towards the aged woman who was trying to cross the road. It was a pretty busy road and they could make out she was unable to cross the road. So, Violet unbuckled the seat belt and got out of her car, not forgetting to put on the mask in order to not get recognized by people. After all, Park Violet and Jungkook's posters for the promotion of the new drama were everywhere in Seoul.
Yoora didn't say anything as she wanted to give the younger some space, she knew that Violet wasn't really in a good mood.
Through the course of dazzling bright lights and those majestic promotional posters and advertisements of her that shone on the screen on the street, Violet walked towards the lady and steadily held her wrinkled hand in hers. The lady looked at her stunned and she just smiled through her mask and spoke further.
"May I help, halmeoni?" The lady nodded and smiled along with her.
Steadily, she helped her cross the road and took her to the other end of the busy street.
"Thank you, dear." She smiled.
"But why are your hands so cold? And why are you wearing such thin clothes? It's chilly today, dear." She rubbed the younger's hands with her warm ones and slowly took out her red scarf, making her wear that.
"Oh no! I don't need-"
"It's cold, wear it." She tutted softly, in an orderly tone and the woman couldn't help but follow what she said.
"Thank you!" She smiled, touching the beautiful and warm scarf.
"It's my late daughter's scarf. Just now, it felt like she was standing beside me and so, take it with you. You reminded me of her." She smiled sadly, making Violet's eyes go wide.
