"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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She came back.
I was nervous if she was leaving me.
She came back.
But her smile was different when she faced me.
What did I do...?
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"I'm sorry," Jungkook said, turning to face you as you sat back down in the spot next to him.
"Jungkook, this is like the fifteenth time you said that. I get it, you are sorry."
"But I really am. What do you want? Money, food, clothes?"
"I want peace. Stop talking." You said, putting your hand over his face. He grabbed your wrist gently, pulling it away as he looks at your side profile.
"Kenya, I'm serious. I'm sorry for not telling you. Can I make it up to you?"
"It's fine, Jungkook. I'll just have to deal with it." You said, looking over the crowd as you crossed your arms. Jungkook did the same, pouting like a baby as he frowned his eyebrows.
"Stupid Jungkook always doing stupid things..." He muttered to himself.
"Jungkookie! My nephew! It's good to see you." A tall, pretty, Korean lady said; walking up to your table as she picks up the ends of her white dress. "You've grown up on me. You little handsome thing."
She grabbed his cheeks and pinched him, making him wince and you giggled. "Auntie, stop it. You're embarrassing me."
"In front of your girlfriend? I'm surprised you even have one." She said, turning to look at you. Her eyes widened. "Ooo, Jungkookie! You got a good one~ So pretty, mature, firm."
"Thank you, ma'am." You nodded respectfully.
"What a shame, I would've introduced you to my son if you weren't dating him."
"Oh, I'm not looking for anyone right now. We're just friends, ma'am."
"Really? Jungkook, you're friends with her and you haven't...what does those kids say? Hit it?"
Jungkook jaw dropped. "Auntie Hyu!" You laughed hysterically, grabbing your stomach as he and his aunt bricked.
"Well, if you're not dating him. I guess, you're free right?"
"No, she's not. Auntie, leave her alone..." Jungkook said, hovering his arm over you as you continuously laugh.
"Oh? You're jealous?"
"Jealous, who is he jealous about?" Jungkook's aunt turned and face her son, smiling as she heard his voice coming closer to the three of you.
"What is your name, darling?" She asked.
"Kenya, Kenya Dabiku. It is very nice to meet you. The wedding party is wonderful." You smiled, putting your hand out to shake the bride's. She smiled and shook your hand.
"This is my son, Jimin. He is so smart, athletic, and he can cook." She said, wrapping her arm around her son as he looks at you with glowing eyes.
"We meet again," Jimin smiled.
"I said I'll see you at the party." You chuckled.
"Wait, you know each other?"
"I met him outside of the bathroom. We made small talk and left."
"Oh, so do you want my son?" She asked.
"Eomma, please..." Jimin said, covering his face as he blushed.
"Um..."
"Everyone! Excuse me. If you may sit down for a couple of minutes, I will like to announce something." You heard a man's voice from the speaker. Everyone turned to look at the man as they walked to their seat to sit down. "Thank you, I will like to congratulate my sister and her lovely husband for this lovely wedding party."
The crowd clapped, looking at Jungkook's aunt and her husband standing up from their spots and waving. They sat back down.
"I would also like to congratulate my nephew, Jimin, for setting up this party for his mother and father." The man said as Jimin stands next to his parents and bowing slightly. The crowd awed and clapped for him.
"Damn, really? How old is he?" You whispered to Jungkook.
"He's two years older than us." Jungkook whispered back. You nodded, listening to the host.
"And most importantly, my son. He's finally out of hiding and he is here today with his girlfriend." The man smiled, looking at Jungkook's direction as his hand pointed towards him. Jungkook nodded, tapping your arm as you both stand up and bow. The crowd clapped again, some awed or stared at your beauty.
"That's your dad?"
"Yeah, doesn't look like one, does he?" Jungkook chuckled as both of you sat down. You dusted off your dress as Jungkook helped you by pushing your hair off of your shoulders. You smiled, saying a 'thank you' before his father speaked again.
"Beautiful woman, Jungkook." He gave him a thumbs up, making Jungkook blush and the crowd laughed. "Alright, have a wonderful evening. Let the party begin!"
