"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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Like Africa, she's from the motherlands.
She has my love in the palm of her hand.
She's naturally pretty, makes me say goddamn.
Fro fluffy, pretty black lamb.
My Kenya...
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"You are staring at him again." Jin-young said, whispering in your ear as you widened your eyes.
"No, I am not!" You said, waving him off as you frowned.
"Look at her, lying. Like usually. Let's be honest, you're in love." Jihyo said, sitting on your desk. "I mean, you've been staring at him for two weeks. You haven't asked him his name."
"His name's Jungkook," You said, looking out the window. "And he can talk."
"He can talk!?" Jihyo yelled, earning glances from other classmates.
"You gotta stop doing that, Jihyo. People are looking at us." Jin-young whisper-yelled, yanking her from your desk so she sat next to him. "You're naturally loud."
"I am not!"
"You're doing it now." He said, giving her a blank face as she proved his point.
"Okay, I'll quiet down." She whispered, putting her index over her lips.
"Oh no..." You said quietly to yourself. "Who's that?"
"What? Who's who?" Jin-young said, getting up from his chair as he leans on the window; looking down at the scene. "Oh, I think that's Jisung and his group/gang...idk, they're bad news."
"He's pushing him...!" You said, staring at the scene intensely. Jihyo slowly walked up to the window to view, watching Jisung throw and ripped his papers. Jungkook just laid there, his elbows holding him up as Jisung's friends threw his stuff around the school's concrete floor. They laughed at him before walking away from the scene. You huffed, standing up and putting your items in your tote bag.
"Where are you going?" Jin-young asked, watching you put up your stuff.
"I'm going down there, he needs help. Tell the teacher I left early for family emergency."
"O...kay..." He said, watching you run out the classroom. "Jihyo, have you ever ran out the classroom for someone you barley knew?"
"Yes, you. Remember freshmen year?" She said, leaning on his shoulder as she looks at her finger nails.
"Oh, right..." He said, looking at her before smiling.
