"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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As much as women are beautiful, they are confusing humans.
You say you don't like me, but you love my touch.
You say you don't like me, but you want my love.
What am I to you?
I am confused.
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Jungkook was chewing on a carrot, resting his body on a nearby wall as he scrolls through your Instagram.
He likes every post, obviously, but one post caught his eye.
You recorded a video of your progress at the gym. It's been over four months since you and Jungkook have physically seen each other. He looked at the post with his mouth slightly gaped open.
Your muscles have improved on your biceps, abs, hips, butt, and thighs. Your cab muscles flexing from time to time when you're doing a work out and Jungkook gulped, looking at your newly hour glass figure.
He went to the comments and look through the replies. He frowned once he saw some men trying to get with you. Jungkook scoffed, poking his inner cheek with his tongue.
"Jungkook...? Are you alright?" His co-worker asked, making him look up and put his phone in his pocket.
"Yeah! Yeah...I'm fine, just...texting my mom." He lied, fixing his apron and grabbing the mop from the corner of the room.
"You were staring hard at that screen, bunny boy. You sure that's your mother?" She asked, giggling at her sentence.
"Yes, Cindy. I was just staring at how delusional she could be about dishes." He rolled his eyes, grabbing the mop bucket and bring it to the front of the cafe.
Jungkook started a part-time job at a cafe while you were away. A lot of the activities he been doing made him distracted by your missing presence. It sort of felt wrong to an extent. You and Jungkook still text each other everyday.
He would go to college, spend time with your parents (if your father doesn't have work), visit his parents, visit Jin-young and Jihyo, or be with himself on the weekends. Jungkook started painting and writing poetry as a side hustle. Also, has been taking Spanish and English classes from your parents too.
Yes, he was sad and he did cry from time to time; but he sucked it up and did something productive. He only works at the cafe on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.
But today, was a Wednesday. And he kind of regrets it. They have hired a new person for the job. She was sweet. Too sweet. To the point it's annoying.
She, Cindy, is an American. The stereotypical blonde hair, blue eyes, and dumb as hell vibe. Jungkook was impressed when she spoke fluent Korean, but she throws in an accent that's obviously not hers and it sounds racist.
"Hello? Earth to bunny boy!? Bunny boy...?" Cindy said, snapping her fingers in front of Jungkook's face. He finally gained focus and swiped her hand away.
"Don't do that."
"My bad, but you were staring at the ground for ten minutes. Oh my goodness, do you have ADHD?"
"What? No. What type of question is that?"
"A curious question," She shrugged, cutely.
Jungkook rolled his eyes again and gave her the bucket and the mop.
"I'm doing the cash register today, I cleaned the floors yesterday."
"Would you honestly give a pretty girl dirty work?" She frowned, crossing her arms as she looked at him walking behind the counter.
"Nope, that's why I gave you the task." He chuckled, hearing her scoff.
"You will never get a girlfriend with that attitude."
