"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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"All I'm saying is...it'll be ten times hotter if she called you papi."
"Jimin, I'm a innocent nineteen year old man who want to live in peace. Can I please get that?"
"Oh Jungkook, the lies you tell. Don't pretend like I didn't walk into you beating your me-"
"Oh my god! Shut up!"
He laughs, I frown.
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"Kenya! It's fine...you'll be okay. I'm sure he'll understand-"
"No! This is his favorite sweater! And I ruined it!" You paced at his front door, holding the ruined cloth in your hand as you panicked.
"Kenya...it's fine. He can buy a new one." He tried to calm you down.
"Jimin, this is limited edition. I can't even afford this." You looked at him with fear. "Jimin, this is not good. He's going hate me."
"You're being dramatic. He will not hate you at all. Here, come inside. I'll help you."
"Okay..." You said as Jimin opened the door a little more for you to walk in. You took your shoes off at the front door, aligning them with Jimin's other pair of shoes. You looked around the big, penthouse apartment and smiled at the comforting colors; orange, coffee brown, and tan.
"How did this even happen?" Jimin asked, grabbing Jungkook's sweater from behind you as he walks by.
"So I was making fruit punch in the middle of the night, because I wanted some. And...as I was stirring, it splashed on me. I got nervous and wiped it down; making the stain worse. Then I tried to bleach it off, making it look like...that." You explained, pointing at the destroyed material in Jimin's hands.
He walked into his kitchen and leaned on the kitchen island, examining the damage. "To be honest, it looks better than what it use to be."
You stared at him in disbelief; the silence making him look up at you. "What?"
"There's no time for funny business, Jimin. What should I do!?"
"Well...you bleached it so there's no way it's coming back to life."
"No..." You groaned, curling up in a ball on his wooden floor; covering your face as you were about to cry.
"You have to tell him, sweetheart. If this is limited edition, I can't help you."
"But you're rich, right? You can make that happen with just a snap." You said, looking at him from the floor as he walks over to you; bending down to look at your face.
"Even if I was able to replace it, it takes five to seven business days to make. He bought this at our trip to Japan last summer." Jimin said, holding up the ruined sweater. You sighed, putting your head back down with disappointment.
He frowned, looking at your sad state. Jimin brushed his fingers underneath your chin to lift your face. "Don't be sad. Just make him something better than this." He said, wiping a tear with his thumb.
You sniffed before nodding. "Right...something better. I can make something better."
"Yes, you can." He smiled, putting his hand out for you to grab it; pulling you up as you dusted off your cargo pants and big t. "I know you can. The soulmate rings you made were adorable."
"Thank you," You kinda blushed a little, not use to the compliments by others besides your friends, family, and Jungkook.
"His favorite color is black and he wears an XL." Jimin whispered, making you giggle at his silliness.
"Thank you." You whispered back; your eyes smiling as you grinned.
