My Lover Boy | j.jk ; ambw

twenty one

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Beautiful people deserve beautiful things.

Those beautiful things are beautiful dreams.

Beautiful dreams turn into beautiful memories.

Beautiful is what she is.

She is beautiful to me.

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"Please do not peek. I've been planning this for two weeks now." Jungkook whined, dusting himself off as he gently grabs your hand.

"Okay, okay! I won't peek." You smiled, closing your eyes as you held onto Jungkook's hand. You heard chimes from entering a door and you felt the tile beneath you click with your knee-high length, two inch heels.

"You look beautiful by the way, did I tell you that earlier?" He complimented you, looking up and down at your outfit as you were walking to whatever you were in.

You had wore a black, cotton, long-sleeve, v-neck shirt with curvy, dark blue, high-waisted jeans. "Yes baby, this is your seventh time saying that."

"Oh okay, just making sure." You heard him chuckled, making you mentally roll your eyes. You ended up stopping; you felt his hand glide to your shoulders as he whispers in your ear. "Open."

You opened your eyes and looked at the black, spinning chair in the middle of white marbled, room. You looked around at the bright lights, seeing the entrance you've walked in.

People passing by the shop as you viewed the bunches of spinning chair and led mirrors. Counters full of hair supplies and hair equipment, but the shop was empty.

"Jungkook..."

"I got us a private schedule, so you won't feel overwhelmed by people. Oh! And I think you'll like your hairstylist." He smiled, walking up to the lady you've did not notice was there. He pointed at her. "This is La'Keya Ali. She is the most requested hairstylist in the world. She was born in Mali and raised in Cameroon."

"Oh, Jungkook..."

"I remember you were sad about not having your hair professionally done and you couldn't get it done anywhere else, because of your hair texture. So I brought her here."

Your face lit up, looking at the dark woman's complexion with awed. "Hello ma'am. It is very nice to meet you." You said in English.

La'Keya smiled back, her dimples beaming from the ceiling lights. She had little wrinkles on her face as her eyes squint when she smiled. "Nice to meet you as well, young lady Kenya."

"You know my name?" You said, excitedly covering your mouth as you look at the older woman. Jungkook chuckled.

"Of course, darling. Mountain of whiteness. You are beautiful just like the snow onto of the Kenya mountains."

"Thank you." You smiled brightly at her comment, turning to look at Jungkook. "Thank you so much."

You ran up to him and hugged him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around as he kissed your neck. "I said I'll do anything for you."

"I know, I know." You smiled, looking at him lovingly as you gave him a peck on his lips. "Gosh, you're amazing."

"I try," He shrugged, making you giggle as he kissed your cheek again. "Now, hurry up and sit down so you can get your hair done."

"Right! Right!" You clapped excited, running to the chair as you sat down. La'Keya walked behind you and wrapped a cap in front of your clothes. You smile big.

"What would you like today, young one?"

"A cornrow bob style. Ooo! Can the cornrow in the middle have a little ring in the front? Do you have wooden beads?"

"Yes ma'am, brought all of them from home." She said, making you squirm joyfully. "You're going to look like an African Queen."

You sniffed, dabbing the corners of your eyes as you look at Jungkook. "I need tissue."

"Oh, okay..." He said, immediately grabbing tissue from his pocket and coming up to you to wipe your tears. La'Keya chuckled.

"You are a cute couple." She said, touching your hair as she grabs her rat tail comb. "I hope you last long."

You and Jungkook just smiled at each other, kissing one another in contentment.

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