"Why should I believe you?"
"Because you are my everything. My darling, my baby, my lover boy."
An Asian Man, Black Woman Story.
A Poetic Love at First Sight/High-school Lovers Dialogue.
Mature Content.
Contains: Mild-Language, Sexual Actions, and T...
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Her hair brown, bouncy and fluffy.
Her skin brown, gorgeous and melanated.
Brown's natural, yet so hated.
Brown's my favorite color, she's my favorite person.
Brown is pretty.
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You walk on the school campus, the cherry blossoms falling down from the light wind; pushing the delicate leaves. It was 5:30 pm, so the sky was a pretty orange. Bright white clouds covered the sun barely as the wind breezes.
"Mmm, hmm, mmm~" You heard humming from a nearby tree. You look at the tall Sakura tree and recognize the spot.
It's him.
You slowly walked up to the tree trunk, tip-toeing as the leaves gave a satisfying crunch. You adjusted the strap of your tote bag and peeked behind the tree.
He had big headphones over his head and fidgeting his pencil in one hand; one of his legs moved to the beat. He bites his bottom lip as he looks at the drawing; figuring out what he should draw next.
"Wow, that is beautiful..." You said out loud, slowly bending down to look at the drawing. As soon as he turned around, he jumped; causing his materials to fly everywhere.
"Oh! I am so sorry, here..." You said, placing your bag down to grab his stuff. He shakes his head rapidly, waving his arms to tell you it's fine. "No, it's my fault. Let me help you."
You grabbed his notebook, smiling as you handed it to him. "You are really talented. I guess you're born with it, huh?" You joked, laughing at your own joke.
He gulped, bowing slightly as you handed him the rest of his stuff. You smiled, your eyes disappearing slightly as you looked at him.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great day." You grabbed your bag and dusted yourself off. You began walking, almost out the entrance gate until you heard footsteps.
You turned and saw him with his stuff, adjusting his backpack straps as he stood next to you. "Jungkook."
You lifted an eyebrow, smiling in curiosity. "So you can talk."
"Yeah, just...not that much." He said, looking down at his feet.
"Well Jungkook, I'm Kenya. Nice to meet you." You said, sticking your hand out for a handshake. Jungkook complied, smiling shyly as he gripped your hand to shake it.
"Nice to meet you." He mumbled before nervously pointing at the gate. "Uh...for your help, let me walk you home."
"Oh...okay! Thank you." You smiled, beginning to walk to the gate. Jungkook followed, smiling to himself as he looks at you.
