Viridity \ və-ˈri-də-tē\
(n.) naïve innocence
-she is so naive but so innocent that my mind can't comprehend. It was her Viridity that I fell for.
Hyung, I think I'm in love again.
"I don't think it was you. I didn't fall for you. I fell in love wi...
Standing in front of the extremely high building, with my make up suitcase in my hand - ready to rule the world. Sorry, that was cringy. I'll try again.
Ready to apply make up to some tired and hardworking faces.
Yeah, that's it.
I somehow managed to get a job as a make up artist. It's still just the start. As I develop my skills, I would be happy to open a make up bussiness myself. But for making money, for my ill mother at home, it's going to be enough for now.
I step toward the huge entrance without any hesitation. I'm not that kind of shy girl, I'll tell my opinion and I'll scold if I have to. No matter in what position in life you are.
I face the inside of the building. Escalators, lamps hanging from the ceiling, modern decorations and of course, a big fountain in the middle. There's people rushing, not minding where they go, what they hit. Aish, can you just lift your heads from these stupid phones? I feel a hard bump on my left side, the handle of the suitcase slips and it falls desperately. My eyes just pierce the person, who dared to bother me like that.
-Hey! Mind where you're going!
I yell to the man with brunette hair and sunglasses. Probably thinks he's so cool with 'em.
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He turns around and flashes a cute smile. What? He starts walking towards me. I quickly pick up the metal looking case and slip my bangs from my face.
-I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to, -he bows slightly and stops casually, putting a hand in his pocket. -Is it just me or you look lost?
-Yeah, I'm lost. I have to meet the producer of a group called... -I grab the note from my pocket and read it out loudly. -Bangtan Sonyeondan?
His smile grows enormously as he fixes his glasses.
-Follow me, -he grabs my hand and starts dragging me through the main hall.
-Yah! It hurts!
We pass some white corridors with wide windows to the inner garden, filled with flowers and pink tinted trees. I was not just a make up artist, I was a painter too. So this scenery made a place for itself in my memory. Just like a camera, I identically remember almost everything.
I glance at the guy who's pulling me, God knows, where. I try to see the front but his tall figure interrupts me from it. As we walk, the amount of people starts to lower. Okay...
