"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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She's got this.
She doesn't need me.
She's strong. Very strong.
My baby is strong. But I still worry.
Please be okay.
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"Did you have a safe trip?" Jungkook asked through the video call. You nodded, adjusting the cleavage part of your tank top before speaking.
"Yeah, I met one of my online friends on the plane actually. He's going to the military here too!" You smiled a little, glad that you're not alone.
"He?"
"Yeah, he's Yeonji's older brother remember? The girl that was in our art class with the glasses?"
"Yeah...no. I don't-" Jungkook snorted, covering his mouth as he laughed.
"Oh! She was my partner and you frowned, because you thought she liked me." You referred, waving your hands in the air as you spoke.
"Oh! Yeah! Okay...I didn't know she had an older brother. Was he being nice to you?"
"Yes, baby. He was. But not in the way you think. He's really chill, you should meet him." You smiled, laying on your back as you held the phone in the air with one hand. "I miss you already."
"I miss you too...when will you go into campus?"
"I'm supposed to be over there tomorrow at six am. Which is...in four hours... My gosh, I have to get use to the time. Fucking hate it here."
"Hey, you just got there. How could you hate it?" Jungkook laughed, sleepy looking at the screen.
"I don't know, but I do." You huffed. "It's probably because I'm not there with you."
He sighed. "Yeah, valid reason."
You both sat there in slience, a comfortable slience as you looked at each other.
"I should get to bed. I gotta wake up early and you're falling asleep on me." You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes.
"I...am not falling asleep." He mumbled, holding his face up with his hand.
"Goodnight, baby. I love you. I'll talk to you when I can." You said, sadly. Pouting a little bit by the thought.
"Night, I love you too." He said, kissing the screen and waving.
Once he hung up, you felt like crying again. You put your phone on the charger and laid on the bed on your back. You looked at the ceiling, watching the hotel fan move at a semi-fast pace. A tear rolled down your eyes as you closed your eyes.
"Para, Kenya. Sé fuerte, sé fuerte." You told yourself, putting a hand on your forehead. "Qué diría mamá?"
"Llorar es para los débiles. Cómo te atreves a llorar por algún hombre?" You mimicked your mother's accent, laughing at yourself. "What would Dad say?"
"Ni sawa kulia. Usimsikilize mama yako." You mimicked your father's African accent.
"Estás diciendo que me equivoco, Musa?"
"Yes, Rosalina. You cry too."
"Not for a man."
You laugh at yourself at the scenery you made up in your head, slowly turning it into a cry as you think about your parents.
