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And sorry for the late update. I got an eye flu this week, and it was very difficult for me to look at the screen. My eyes would get teary even if I looked at my phone for 2 minutes, but now it's all right.
❝I hope you won't leave my side, Taehyung. I'm trusting you with all the trust I have.❞
"Anche tu mi piaci"
What the fuck is even that?
I strolled on my way, trying to decipher what it meant. Was it Italian? God, why did she have to say something in Italian? I really don't know anything about it.
I sighed and stressed my brain a little more, trying to think harder about what it could mean. Anche tu mi piaci . Yes, that’s right.
Why am I not googling it? Oh, yeah.
I pulled out my phone and opened Google Translate. I typed "anche tu mi piaci."
Why is it taking so long? This fucking iPhone! Yes, it was about to load, but then the screen froze and it switched off.
What the fuck! I growled in tension and frustration. This fucking iPhone! I'm going to kill somebody.
Now, where am I going to find out what "anche tu mi piaci" means? God, Aelda, why did you have to say that? I whined out loud.
"Why are you pouting?" My head turned to the left and I found Jimin standing beside me.
"I'm not pouting," I said defensively.
"Now you’re pouting even more. I've never seen you pouting, Tae. What the fuck happened?" He laughed, his chest rumbling. His feet stumbled and he fell over, his face showing an exasperated expression.
I scoffed, and he looked shocked, gulping before getting up. "You need to work on your balance. You keep falling," I snorted as he rolled his eyes, totally annoyed with me.
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