"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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When you find the one, there is no two.
For I, I cannot deny...
I love two.
Her and you.
The one I fell in love with.
And the one who's my future wife.
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"I love her a lot, I really do. But she is so...controlling." Jungkook vented to your mother and father; sitting at the dinner table.
Jungkook went to your house after the argument with his mother. By the time he got there, it was night time and he didn't eat anything.
"I understand...mi padre era muy controlador." Your mother said, putting a plate in front of her husband and Jungkook. Chicken fajitas with Spanish rice and broccoli. "No tuve la opción de vivir mi vida como mi hija."
"She is so bright, and wonderful. She just gets those anger issues from...I will not say." Your father winked at Jungkook, making him chuckled as he grabbed his fork. He said 'thank you' to Mrs. Dabiku before listening to your father again.
"But one thing you should know is that you, my son, are in control of your life." Mr. Dabiku said, pointing to Jungkook's chest. "Put your faith in whatever you believe in and walk on water. If your mother said our daughter is not a good match for you, you figure that out for yourself. I highly doubt it, but that's your path. We are just obstacles in your life."
"Yeah...right." Jungkook said, absorbing his words as he takes a spoonful of rice.
"Plus, you are an adult now. You have outlets. If something bad happens, you've got family right here." Your father lightly hit the shoulder before laying back in his chair. "You don't want to be like us. We ran away."
"Ran...away?"
"Well, for me, it reminded me too much of my mother. She passed away the day I graduated my senior year of high school." He smiled, sadly. He looked at his wife before speaking. "I went to Cuba to become a doctor and I saved this beautiful woman from her parents." He pointed.
"I ran away with him, because he made me feel loved and he valued me as a woman." Your mother speaks. "My mama died having me at child birth and my papa became an...alcoholic. My brothers all hated me and I was bullied at school because I was darker than everyone else."
Mrs. Dabiku looked at Jungkook and smiled softly. "Not a lot of people know this...but Cubans are naturally dark skinned people. We're descents of the Africans." She spoke, making Jungkook's eyes widened in curiosity.
"Really?"
"Sí, mi hijo. I hope you know about the Triangular trade from history." She chuckled a little bit when seeing his obvious angered face. "Por qué estás enfadado, hijo mío?"
"I've never understood why people could be so rude and disrespectful to someone's skin tone. I find it beautiful and worth showing, it's a beautiful connection from your roots and your ancestry." Jungkook huffed, eating more of his rice angrily.
Your father chuckled, patting his back softly. "I'm glad you think that way, Jungkook. You are a great boy. Don't let anyone ruin your shine."
"Ah, eres la pareja perfecta para mi hija. Me alegro de que Dios te haya puesto en nuestro camino." She smiled, clapping her hands together in excitement.
Jungkook smiled, gently grabbing her hand. "Gracias, Mrs. Dabiku."
