"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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"Taehyung, really? McDonald's? Out of everything else?"
"The Americans love that right? Aren't you American?"
"I lived here for two years, but I wasn't born here."
"Good, Americans are weird."
"Yeah."
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Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin-Ae all decided to sit next to each at the table. The "Ahn" family sat in front of them; their daughter sitting across Jungkook, smirking and winking at him. Jungkook had to hold back laughter and the slow urge of just vomiting right there.
She wasn't ugly, but her personality speaks for her looks. Spoiled and entitled. She repeated applies red lipstick on her lips every twelve seconds. Jungkook counted.
His mother sat on one end of the table and his father sat on the other. Jungkook's aunt and uncle sat next to their son, Jimin, and the other family all sat on the other side next to Mrs. Jeon or Mr. Jeon.
"Wow, look at this table! So nice and full of life!" Jungkook's mother clapped, looking around at everyone's face. The Ahn family smiled, along with Auntie Hyu and Uncle Dae-hyun. Jungkook's father for some reason did not smile.
Jin-Ae, Jungkook, and Jimin all looked around at the table confused.
"What li- ugh! Ow!" Jin-Ae muttered underneath her breathe, glaring at her older brother as he puts his index finger on top of his lips.
"Let's dig in, shall we?" Jungkook's mother announced, smiling gratefully as everyone digged into their meals. Fork, spoons, and other utensils were clinking against the glass dishes; people humming in delight.
"Send my compliments to the chefs." The husband of the Ahn family said. Jungkook's mother blushed.
"Thank you," She said cheekily. "Been working since six in the morning."
"Now that's a great wife," Jungkook's father said, pointing at his wife with his fork. "Love you so much, baby."
"Love you too...How are our lovely guest today?" Mrs. Jeon asked, the older adults started discussing about their life and stuff; things that the younger ones weren't paying attention too.
"Why is she keep staring at you like that? It's like she's hungry...she's barely eating her food." Jin-Ae whispered, facing her brother's direction. "I feel uncomfortable just breathing next to her."
"You can say that again." Jungkook rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone from his left pocket. "I'm telling Kenya all about this."
"She's obviously here for two things. And she ain't getting nothing." Jimin chuckled at himself.
"Oh? Jimin? What is so funny? Come on, share with your family." Mrs. Jeon smiled, knowing the three of them weren't listening to the conversation.
Jimin looked up and chuckled. "We were just talking about Jungkook and how cute he looks when he gets all shy with Kenya."
"Kenya? Oh? Who is that?" The daughter of the Ahn family said; obviously jealous.
"Oh, mother didn't tell you? He has a girlfriend. They've been together for almost a year now." Jungkook's sister responded, a satisfy grin; knowing she pissed her mother off by speaking.
"Girlfriend? You told us he was single." The mother of the Ahn family looked at Mrs. Jeon with disbelief. She awkwardly smiled, laughing as she looked around the table.
"They just got broken up with. He's still in denial. I told him she was no good to him, only there for her needs." She said, taking a sip of her tea.
"Mother, why would you say that?" Jungkook gritted his teeth. "You're acting like she's ain't here for the same thing." He pointed at the daughter. She gasped, putting a hand over her chest.
"Excuse me!? How rude!"
"Are you calling my daughter a whore, little boy? Because I do not take that level of disrespect!" The father of the Ahn family yelled, standing up and slamming his fist to the table. Jungkook stood up as well, looking eye to eye with him.
"Apologies, but tell your daughter to stop stripping me with her eyes!"
"You are a very rude young man. Your mother should've teach you better!" The father yelled before looking at his family. "Come on, let's go. The deal is off."
"W-wait! We can talk about this! My son doesn't know better. He's retarded. Please, I am begging you!" Jungkook's mother yelled, following them out of the door.
"Did she just call me retarded?" Jungkook questioned, pointing at himself. He looked at his dad, fully calm as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Son, to be fair, I question your actions a lot." Jungkook's father said, making the other two chuckled. Jungkook's jaw dropped.
