"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 cried.
I cry thinking about you.
A part of me feels like it's my fault...
You say I'm good, but am I really?
Should you love someone else?
Either way, I'll still be loyal to you.
For you, my love, is my purpose to...love.
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"Merry Christmas!!" Jihyo and Jin-young yelled at your front door, smiling as they pull Jungkook into your home.
"What is this..?" Jungkook said, taking his shoes and hat off.
It's now been three months. Late December crept in and Jungkook has been keeping tabs with you. You couldn't talk as often due to work and the weather changing in the area, so it's been hard to contact one another via phone.
"Well, your friends informed us that Christmas in Korea is for couples usually..." Your father said, wrapping his arm around your mother. "So we wanted to do something special for you. Sit down, you have a present." He smiled.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, walking towards the couch and sat down. Your mother sat next to Jungkook, kissing his cheek before handing his present. Your father was on the other side of him and the couple sat on the love couch. He looked at the gift on his lap with a smile.
"It's from Kenya," Jihyo whispered, making his face light up and instantly unwrapping the gift. The first thing was a handwritten note, he grabbed it gently before reading.
Merry Christmas, mi amor.
You know I could not be there sadly, so I been making these shirts for the past couple of months. I would example every detail of the design, but you'll be reading a whole book. Lol. The last present at the bottom is something that I've been thinking of for a while... It's basic, I know, but it means something special to us.
Please be safe, my love. I love and adore you, truly.
Xoxo, Kenya~
Jungkook places the note down on his side and looked at the three shirts she designed. One was a small portrait of a landscape on the chest area; it was the Sakura tree they were under at school when they first met. The second shirt was two figures throughout the clothing, representing you and Jungkook dancing underneath the moonlight. The third one was two flags and a heart between them; Kenya and South Korea.
"She's so creative..." Your mother said, a tear falling down her eye as she silently looks at Jungkook's reactions.
He finally got to the bottom of the box, seeing a necklace that match the last shirt. It was the South Korean flag with a half made heart on it's left side. He chuckled as he looked at all the gifts.
"She needs to start selling this stuff." Jungkook said, making everyone laugh. He looks up at the ceiling, trying his best not to cry.
"Oh son, it's okay to cry you know?" Your father said, hugging his side. Jungkook sniffed, resting his head on Mr. Dabiku's shoulder as he hugged him back.
"Group hug!!" Jihyo yelled before everyone crowded around Jungkook and hugged him.
