This is Park Jimin's Butterfly Yeoju
EP.36 Last Call
For two days after that, no calls were made to the female protagonist.
That peace was strangely jarring. Anyway, my health wasn't good enough to go out.
It was because being called out every day and getting stabbed and blown up had become a habit.
이여주
after ....
In fact, it seemed better for my mental health to just meet someone and get beaten to death.
Because I didn't think about anything. About the past that has passed, or about the future that will come.
During that time, thrown into a space that felt like a battlefield, only this moment was important.
I would sit on the bed and quietly wiggle my toes, and sometimes I would go out to the hallway and wander around, looking out the window.
It just so happened that it was snowing heavily.
이여주
ha _
My breath was caught in the air as I exhaled.
Yeoju woke up early and spied on Jimin's way to school.
[ Run away ]
The pressure that was falling on me. The small shadow that was fading away.
[ please ]
The heroine felt as if she had heard Jimin's earnest voice directly.
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It was a day when pure white snow was falling beautifully. I noticed Jimin walking cautiously, his steps crunching on the white snow that no one had yet stepped on.
The light yellow scarf worn with the neatly dressed school uniform was pretty.
Yeoju leaned against the window and stared blankly at Jimin.
이여주
Ah, I miss you _
I tapped the foggy white window with my fingernails and tried to say that name I longed for.
I wrote the names on the window and kept up with the pace.
이여주
Ji-min, Park Jimin...
The name I called out with a smiling mouth was heartbreaking.
이여주
....!!
But then, as if he heard that sad voice calling him,
Jimin raised his head sharply and stared at the window where Yeoju was standing. Yeoju quickly hid herself by the window.
Those bright eyes were clearly directed at the female protagonist. The female protagonist, who had covered her mouth and bent down, shamelessly missed the eyes she had met for a moment.
I look out the window.
A white snow field. And even whiter and purer is that heart.
이여주
Why is our pretty young master's face so gaunt?
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For a very brief moment, two eyes filled with longing collided precisely.
A black silhouette. The person I must protect. Jimin looked at the empty window, trying to capture that blurry silhouette in his eyes.
I stared for a long time. Hot tears flowed down my cheeks covered by the scarf.
비서
..I'm leaving.
박지민
Yeah.
Jimin walked on the crisp snow and got into the car. Even for a moment, he turned around. We wanted to be connected.
Jimin diligently left the mansion, leaning his head against the window.
And the female protagonist, left alone in that large mansion, swallowed back the tears that welled up in her eyes and watched the scene until the very end, as if she would not let go.
This is just an ordinary day. We have to live it calmly. And so we have to become stronger.
[ Yeoju-ssi ? ]
이여주
- yes ..
[ Calling tonight . ]
It's just a very small day. It passes by quietly, quietly like that.
[They say the snow will stop during the night.]
I hope that night isn't too cold, Yeoju thought.
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