My name is Nikito Travis. I'm a junior in High School. And I have an interesting problem. My very unusual and strange fear of beautiful men.
Asian man & Black woman Fan-fiction 🌼
Park Jimin 🇰🇷
#Blacklivesmatter✊🏽
Started: Oct 5th 2019
Finished:...
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Someone is poking me. I turn over.
Somebody pokes me harder. I ignore the person.
Even harder. Okay, let's pretend I'm dead.
"Stop pretending you're dead, Kito," I hear an easily recognizable voice.
Seriously, how is he always able to read me so well?
"Jaebeom," I mutter, with my eyes still closed, "Breaking and entering is against the law..."
"Really now?"
Poke.
"Yes," I say swatting blindly at him and then turn over. "If I meant business I would grab the phone right now and call the police."
"I see."
Poke.
I groan, grab the comforter, and pull it over my head. "Yes. Now, you're lucky I'm feeling nice today."
"More like lazy," I hear him say. He pulls the covers off of me. "Your parents want you to help out at the store, remember?"
I don't answer.
Several seconds later, I suddenly feel my bed shift.
My eyes shoot open. Oh no..."I'll wake up!" I yell out waving my arms wildly, but it's too late.
JB has already grabbed one side of my bed and picked it up.
"AHHHH!" I yell out as I tumble onto the floor.
"Good morning sunshine!" Jb says happily.
Ugh. I push myself up.
"Not really," I say. "I tumbled out the wrong side of the bed this morning."
Jb laughs as he walks out of the room. "Sorry, I'll get it right tomorrow."
"I'm calling the police tomorrow!" I threaten as I head into the bathroom.
"No need!" I hear him day. "Already called them! They said that you need to help out at your parent's store!"
One hour later, I'm at my parent's store, helping to sell cookware. JB tags along. The reason why? Well, don't tell anyone, but I think he secretly has no friends and the only ones he has are in the shapes and forms of pots and pans. I know, sad really. That's why I took him in.
Another hour passes. Nothing really great happens. I just stand behind the register shifting my feet while JB reads for one of his classes.
"Hey, Nikito?" my mother says coming over.
"Yes, dear mother of mine? The one who gave birth to me. The one who gave me life," I say starting to get into it. "The one who decided to store ME! Nikito! In her WOMB! For NINE months! NINE lonnggggg months."
