"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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Love.
Kenya.
My future.
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"Wish me luck," Jungkook laughed, nervously. It was dark outside now. Jungkook has been at your house for five hours.
"Absolutely. I just hope they forgive you." You said, holding his hands as you waddle back and forth. You didn't want him to go. "Text me when you get home."
"Yes ma'am." He kissed your lips again before letting go of your hands. Before he can return to the limo, you grabbed his wrist; making him turn towards you. "What's up?"
"Do you have to go?" You said, your green eyes beaming in the moonlight as you looked at him. He smiled softly, patting your head as he moves your bangs out the way to kiss your forehead.
"Yes, Kenya. I'll text you later."
"But that's not the same." You pouted, holding his hands again. "I want you."
Jungkook eyes widened, his face getting red again. "Don't say it like that, Kenya. People are going to get the wrong idea." He said, nervously covering your mouth as he looks at his driver.
"But it's true." You whispered. "I want you badly."
"Shut up...!" Jungkook whisper-yelled, his eyes big. You laughed at his fluster state, wrapping your arms around his neck again. He slowly moved his hands away from your mouth and grabbed your waist, touching your forehead with his. "You're so sadistic."
"You love it." You giggled, looking at his lips and giving him a small peck. He smiled, giving you another kiss as he held you near him.
"Yes, I do."
"Ahem." You father said, standing right behind Jungkook. You both flinched, separating from each other as you held your hands behind your back.
"Hola, papa."
"Yeah, okay." He smirked, rolling his eyes playfully as he walked passed Jungkook; patting him on his shoulder as he held his briefcase in the other hand. "Just make sure you don't have sex!"
"We'll try!" You joked, making Jungkook lightly spank your bicep. You father laughter faded in the distance as you snorted. "What was that for?"
"You being inappropriate." He frowned.
"It's true! You know when we were making out, I felt your-"
"Okay, bye!" He yelled, kissing your cheek as he ran to the car. You laughed as he closed the door, waving at him as he drives away.
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"She is a bad influence on my child! I cannot let you see her, no more!" Jungkook's mother yelled, pointing at Jungkook as he sits on the couch carelessly.
"Honey, don't be ridiculous. Our son's in love! You wanted this, right?"
"Yeah! But...not with that girl. She's bad for you son, she's only there for the money."
"All the girls you set up for me was only there for the money. She didn't know I was load til she was at the party!" Jungkook said, gripping his hair in frustration.
His mother looked at Mr. Jeon. "She was at my sister's wedding!?"
"Yes, and she is very nice. Respect, mature young girl. You haven't met her yet, baby; don't jump to any conclusions." Mr. Jeon said, waving his hand in the air.
"So, you think what our son did today was acceptable?"
"Well, no, but I understood why. You act like I didn't do that with you." He smirked, playfully walking up to her. She rolled her eyes, putting her hand on his face.
"We weren't popular, babe. There's a difference. This could affect the company. This could affect his future!"
"He'll be alright. I was fighting back in my days and I'm still here." His father said, cracking his back.
"And you're old. No kept records back them."
"Did you just call me a dinosaur?"
"You are one." She sticked out her tongue in mockery. Mr. Jeon smirked and picked her up from her waist; putting her on his shoulder.
"I'm gonna have 'conversation' with your mom. We'll talk later." He said before running upstairs.
