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Sakura POV

Mr. Park and Mrs. Kim had just arrived, yet something felt off. A peculiar atmosphere surrounded Mr. Park, making me uneasy. It was as if he carried a secret, a premonition of impending events. When one of the waitresses approached, Mr. Park casually told Mrs. Kim to make a choice, but my attention was fixed on him. That's when I noticed his wandering gaze, fixed on the waitress – confirming my suspicions. He was a playboy, a characteristic I had observed during my childhood whenever my mother was distracted by her friends. Back then, I convinced myself that his attention was harmless, that he truly loved my mother. Now, I couldn't deny the truth: he had never loved her, and he would likely shatter Mrs. Kim's heart in the same way.

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Yoongi POV

When Mr. Park and Eomma (Mrs. Kim) arrived, I couldn't help but notice Sakura's intense gaze fixed on him. It wasn't just a casual glance; it was more like a fierce, unwavering stare. She seemed to be scrutinizing his every move with a laser-like focus. I couldn't help but wonder if there was some unresolved animosity between them from the past. It's hard to fathom someone harboring such intense hatred for another person, to the point where they meticulously watch their every action.

The choice of a French restaurant for our gathering was rather perplexing. None of us at the table had any particular connection to French culture, except perhaps Sakura. It was clear that this was more than just a simple "dinner." As we all struggled to decipher the French menu, our collective confusion was palpable. Squinting at the unfamiliar, foreign words, we tried to make sense of the offerings.

Turning my attention back to Sakura, I noticed that her intense focus on Mr. Park had shifted. Instead, she was engrossed in her phone, seemingly disconnected from the peculiar dynamics at the table.

Sakura POV

I couldn't help but stifle an internal chuckle at the situation. It was somewhat comical to see all of them struggling with the French menu, a reminder that none of them were fluent in the language. The irony of the situation didn't escape me, and I couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

"Sakura, can you read this?" Mr. Park asked me in Korean. 

As he made that comment, a faint smirk played on his lips. It seemed like he believed that by taking me to a restaurant my mom used to enjoy, I'd be overwhelmed with emotion, tears, and nostalgia. Little did he know just how much stronger I had become. His assumption was a testament to his lack of understanding about my resilience and inner strength.

"Yes," I said in a very intimating cold voice. 

"Then what is this?" Mr. Park asked me in Korean

"Coq au vin" I said in french 

It became evident that he didn't grasp the depth of my wits. The smirk that had once danced on his lips was now fading away, as the reality of my resilience began to sink in.

"How do you know read french?" Rosé asked me in Korean 

"That's one of my native languages" I replied in Korean 

"How? Dong wook isnt from france, so is bo-ah" Mrs. Kim asked me in Korean. 

"Oh, Mr. Park didnt tell you? Such a bad to-be husband. He isnt my real father of course, he's a step-father. I never met my real dad" I said in manipulating tone

"So you're telling me that bo-ah was the only blood-related family you known?" Mrs. Kim asked again in Korean.

"Yes" I replied in Korean

Jennie POV

This revelation left us in a state of shock. Our family had always maintained close ties with blood relatives, making it a significant part of our lives. It was bewildering to imagine how Sakura managed to navigate life with such a limited network, primarily reliant on her mother, only to lose her at an age when most individuals are still far from fully matured.

My concern wasn't driven by worry, but rather by sheer curiosity about how someone could endure such a solitary existence. At one point, I even found myself relieved that Sakura hadn't connected with other blood-related family members, especially given our shared distaste for certain difficult personalities within the family. However, when she disclosed that she hadn't met her father, or perhaps fathers, the depth of her isolation struck me in a profoundly emotional way.

Sakura POV

"Who cares about that now? Anyways today we have a guest here. Come on in Mr. Cha" Mr. Park said in korean

When he dismissively uttered, "Who cares about that now?" I felt an overwhelming surge of anger. How could he be so callous? I cared deeply. I cared that I never had the chance to meet my real father and instead had to endure a miserable excuse for a father like him. The intensity of my hatred towards him grew, simmering beneath the surface like a raging fire.

"Look who's talking," my conscience chimed in.

"Shut up," I retorted, unwilling to engage in any self-reflection.

"YOU'RE HEARTLESS!" my conscience persisted.

"I know, but not when it comes to my mom, right?" I countered, attempting to justify my emotions.

"Yeah, but..." my conscience began, but I abruptly silenced her.

"Goodbye, conscience. I need to focus on the real world now," I declared and retreated from my inner turmoil, leaving my personal twilight zone behind.

Cha Eun Woo? Why is he here? This is frustrating! I was too preoccupied with that irritating conscience. Ugh! Let me gather my thoughts... Got it! So, that explains why he was at Starbucks. Mr. Park knows him. He's seated right in front of me. Ugh! We locked eyes. Damn it.

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