"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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I'm not in a mood to write poetry. I'm just sad.
Sad, lonely, and...sad.
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"The plane will be leaving in ten minutes." The lady on the microphone said, watching the people around the station walk to the tunnel. You, your father, your mother, Jungkook, Jin-young, and Jihyo were at the airport; waiting for the people to call your group.
"I'm going to miss you so much, girl! Please keep contact and be safe." Jihyo said, squeezing you into a hug. You could barely breathe. It was suffocating in a good way.
"I will, Jihyo. You know I will."
"Call us when you land." Jin-young said, hugging you and Jihyo at the same time before kissing both of your foreheads.
"I will, I will. I promise I will."
You weren't in the mood, because you were leaving everyone. Including your boyfriend.
"We love you." Your parents say to you; kissing, hugging, and saying their goodbyes as you adjust the strap of your backpack.
Finally, it was Jungkook's turn. He was wearing the sweater that you made him; smiling sadly as he lifted his arms up to you. "C'mere, baby."
You started crying again, running to him as you wrapped your arms around him. Jungkook started crying with you. Both of you slowly moving to the floor. Jungkook slowly rubbed his hands along your back in circles as you gripped his shirt, smelling his scent as you were going to miss him.
"When you get back, we'll have the best date of our life. Okay? Please don't forget me."
"Why would I, Jungkook? You sound so fucking dumb." You wiped your face, making him chuckle. "Now you're laughing at me? What of this is funny to you?"
Jungkook smiled, wiping his tears before kissing your cheek. "When I pick you up from this same exact station and see your beautiful face, you will be baffled when you see that I have more muscles than you." He grinned.
You slowly smiled, playfully punching his arm as you kissed his lips. He patted your head before hugging you again.
"I love you, Kenya."
"I love you too, Jungkook."
"Plane will leave in 5 minutes. All passagners must be on the plane."
"I love all of you!" You said, running into the tunnel and waving at your people goodbye. Jungkook smiled, watching you walk away as you disappeared from his eyes. His lips started to quiver, tears rolling down his face as he fell to the floor again.
"Oh, Jungkook-oppa..." Jihyo awed for him, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and walked to Jungkook. They bent down and held him as your parents watched the scene.
"Baby, he loves her so much. He remindes me of us." Your father whispered in your mother's ear.
"Of course he loves our baby. She haves our genes." Your mother said in her heavy Cuban accent, trying to joke but she couldn't hide her face. She was crying for you too.
"It looks like someone farted and you smelled it. Why is your face like that?" Your father tilted his head to look at her face.
"Because I am sad, nigga. Damn." She sniffed, wiping the corner of her eye as she hit him. "How can you joke at a time like this, eh? Aren't you worried about our daughter?"
"She'll be fine. She's bulit like a man at the arms." He said, looking at Jungkook getting up slowly; holding himself as he looks at the plane flew by the big building window. "We should comfort the boy. He sad just like us."
Your mother looked at Jungkook with nervousness. She didn't treat him the best, but she still had respect for him. How he took you out, paid for things, had quality time with you. Your mother felt bad for treating him badly in the beginning.
Jungkook turned away from the tunnel enterence, crossing his arms sadly as he walked next to Jihyo and Jin-young. Your mother sighed, walking over to the group. "Ah! Jungkook!"
Jungkook turned to face her; his eyes puffy and body shaking a little from his sadness.
She frowned as she saw his face, slowly reaching to hold his face. His eyes widened at the sudden careness from your mother, smiling a little as he looked at her.
"Do you speak English?" She asked in Korean. The only Korean she knows besides 'hello' and 'thank you'.
He nodded, resting his face in the palm of her hands. They were really warm. "A l-little bit..."
"Good, makes the two of us." She chuckled softly, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "She'll be back. I promise you, she will be back. We can do this together."
Jungkook lips started to quiver again; your mother gently pushing his head to her chest as he cried again. She kissed his head, moving strands of his hair out his face as she rubs circle along his back.
"T-Thank you, Mrs. Dabiku..." He sniffed between his sentence, making her giggle a few times.
