Park Aoi's POV
"Yah! Why did you do that?!" I shouted, my lips gaped wide open.
"Hmm?"
"You poured bubbletea on me, idiot!" I shouted again.
I was left in awe as he left right after I said that.
After a few seconds, he came back with a paper with this sentence written in it, in a big font,
"Excuse me miss, but YOU'RE the one here who told me to pour bubbletea on you!"
Oh my God. I can't believe him.
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I'm Aoi and I love Saturdays.
Oh wait, let's rephrase that; I used to love Saturdays.
Saturday is like my main hoe. Or in this case- was my main hoe.
It was because of that cute orange-haired guy I met in the cafe who happened to ruin my day (days probably) who probably has no mouth.
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Unspoken | Park Jimin
FanfictionAoi has it all. Superficial yet observant, smart yet borderline clueless, straightforward yet indenial, tough yet easily swayed. She's rude and despicable. Yet buried deep inside her carefully molded facade lies the soft heart of a naive female teen...
