"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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"What's your favorite color?" I ask.
"Whatever's yours." She smiles.
"I think you'll look good in red," I said.
"Good thinking," My heart runs for miles.
She's gorgeous in any color.
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"Stop lying, Jungkook! Ugh, I don't know what to wear." You whined, leaning your phone on a nearby cup for Jungkook to see you. You both were on video call, he laid down on his bed as he looks at you through the screen; smiling at your fidgety-ness.
"You look good in any color, Kenya. You're pretty either way." He confessed, slowly hiding his face from the embarassment. You smiled, turning around to face your closet door where a mirror hanged from the door.
"Thank you...Kook. Kook? Ooo, Kookie. That's your new nickname." You laughed, putting the dress you had in your hand back into your closet. "Oh yeah, I'm putting that as your contact name."
"Oh lord, please don't." He covered his face with his pillow, his laughter muffled by the fluffly cushion.
"It's already done," You smiled. "My Kookie."
"Oh my goodness," Jungkook chuckled, moving his hand away from his face. "You're crazy."
"I promise you I was sane before I met you."
"Yeah, I doubt that." He smiled. "But for real, wear whatever you want to wear. Here, this is easy; what's your favorite color?" He asked, sitting up on his bed and seated you on a nearby object on his bed. You see him underneath his blue blanket, a white tank top covering his torso as you comes his hair with his fingers.
"Whatever's yours." You smiled, twirling on his screen as he chuckled.
"I think you'll look good in red," He said, putting his index finger on his chin. "It'll compliment your skin."
You laughed. "Good thinking, Kookie~"
"Oh my god, you're not over that?"
"Never!"
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"It's like more and more every day she's smiles because of him." Jin-young said, leaning on his hand as he looks at you typing away; giggling to yourself as you glance from the window time to time. "How come we never made her smile like that?"
"Probably because she's in love. I'm telling you, this is the start of their love story." Jihyo said, doing the same position as Jin-young as they both sit next to each other, facing you.
"We text her, but she ignores us most the time."
"You bother me most of the time." You said, still looking at your phone as you talk to them. "And I am not in love. Just a new friend, that's all."
Jin-young stands up and points at you, facing Jihyo. "See? She lies too."
"I do not lie." You said, placing your phone on the desk to look at Jin-young.
"Look! Another lie! Come on, Kenya, you're a Scorpio. Everyone knows you all-"
"Look, you been around Jihyo too much. Saying that zodiac shit." You frowned, pointing at him. "At least I'm not a November Scorpio. They're psychopaths."
"Can't lie, that's true. Charles Manson." Jihyo said, snapping her fingers.
"See!? Thank you!"
"Okay, but still, you like him more than us."
"I absolutely do not. I love y'all, I like him."
"Oh so you do admit- wait, you love us?" Jin-young said, looking at you crazily.
"Yes! Wasn't it obvious?" You asked, putting your arms out in confusion.
He sat down slowly, covering his mouth as he looks at the floor. Suddenly, a tear came down his eye. You jaw dropped, looking at the male with disbelief. "You are not crying right now."
"You don't understand, Kenya. This is a shock to me too..."Jihyo sniffed.
