"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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Just one, mistake.
She's sad, heart break.
She sees, she takes.
Her love at stake.
Just one mistake...
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You were standing outside your house and waited for him to arrive on your stoned pathway to your porch. You wore a measuring tape around your neck and a brown bag on your forearms. You stood there in your pajamas; a grey tank top and platinum sweatpants as your hair was in a curly low-bun.
Jungkook pulled up in one of his cars, turning off the car as he walked out of the driver's seat. He wore a black jacket and grey sweatpants. You could see his bed head underneath the hoodie that made him look really attractive for some reason.
"Baby, it's like 2 in the morning. What's wrong?" Jungkook said, tiredly; rubbing his eyes as he walked over to you with a sleepy hug.
"I made you something." You smiled, showing the paper bag in your hand. He let go of you, looking down at the present and smiled.
"Really? For me? You shouldn't have..." He kissed your forehead and politely took the gift into his hands. "Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome." You bit your bottom lip nervously as he tear the bag open. His eyes widened at the smooth yarn, brushing his fingers across the material as he looked at the design.
"I um...I'm sorry, Jungkook. I accidentally ruined your favorite sweater, so I made you a new one. I know it's not the same as the other, but I wanted to-"
"You should ruin my stuff more often." Jungkook blurted out, holding the sweater up in the air to see it in the moonlight; making your eyes widened and laughing at his honesty.
"Jungkook! I'm trying to explain it to you!" You smiled, grabbing the paper bag from him as you were happy that he likes your gift.
"I'm sorry, love. Continue." He chuckled, bringing the sweater up to his body as he listens to you. You nod, pointed at the little details.
"I stitched in a Sakura tree branch, because that's where we first met." You said, touching the light brown, pink, and green string at the bottom left corner of the sweater. "And right here...I threaded your initials in cursive to let you know it's yours."
You patted the white font on his black sweater that you've crocheted, smiling; looking up at him as he stares at you with awe.
"You're so fucking amazing." He cursed, leaning down to kiss your lips.
"Mmm! Jungkook! Language!" You yelled after detaching your lips from his, hitting the side of his shoulder as he laughs at you.
"My apologies...eres tan jodidamente increíble." He smiled, proud at himself that he said it fluently by your reaction.
"Who taught you that, baby? I know damn well it wasn't me." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him.
"Your father, surprisingly." He chuckled, kissing you again as he held the sweater.
"Try it on! I wanna see if it fits or not. I was kind of guessing." You smiled nervously, scratching the back of your head.
"Of course, love." You smiled at the pet name, holding his black cardigan as he unzips his jacket. What you didn't realize is...he didn't have a shirt on.
"Holy shit-" You said, covering your eyes with his sweater. You heard something fall down to the ground, but you didn't dare to look. "Jungkook! Why don't you have a shirt on!?"
"I was in a rush, you called me late at night. I was worried." He defended, trying to get the clothing item out of your grip. You refused.
"You don't sleep with a shirt on?" You questioned.
"You do?" He asked back.
"Well, yeah. I have a father."
"Ew, okay." He said, finally getting the jumper out your hands. You looked slowly, seeing his six pack abs, his pecs, and biceps flex underneath the moonlight.
The view ended shortly as he puts the sweater over his head and onto his torso. You snapped out of it, watching him fluffy out the cardigan with a satisfied grin. "It fits perfectly, baby. Thank you."
"No problem," You said, standing on your tippy-toes to kiss him again. "I'm glad you like it."
"I fucking love it."
"Jungkook!"
"My fault, me encanta joder."
"That's sorta right, but I'll let it slide. You're cute." You said, kissing his nose.
