Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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.Zaina.

"What do you think? I love tan and brown coats but I've I feel like I could use a little color, ya know?" He looked through racks of of coats, contemplating between khaki and red.

"Which is cheaper?" I laughed, I only know how to shop cheap.

"The tan one, it's different fabric material." I clicked my tongue and nodded. He smiled, choosing his size and folding it over his arm. "I also wanted to get Yoongi hyung a birthday present..." He chewed his bottom lip.

"Is he another brother?" I asked as I looked through a nearby hat stand.

"Ah, he's the only one that you haven't met yet." He mumbled. "He's second oldest. But he's not the type to go out of his way to meet people so unlike the others, he hasn't really bothered me to meet you." He chuckled softly, walking to stand beside me.

"He sounds fun. When is his birthday?"

"March 9th, in a couple weeks."

"Is he having a get together or party?" He almost bursted out laughing at that, covering his already covered mouth with his hand.

"Yoongi hyung? We have to wait for him to leave his room to even see him. He likes his peace. And we, are not peaceful." He shook his head, his dimples peaking from the sides of his mask.

"You all look so mature and well put together."

"We compose ourselves in public, yes." He nodded.

"But?" I raised an eyebrow, just knowing that there was more to this sentence. He snickered a looked away.

"But we've been referred to as a bunch of kindergartners with Jin and Yoongi as our guardians." He mumbled through a smile.

"You?? Act like a child??? Pshhhh I'll believe it when I see it." I scoffed.

"Eventually, you'll see it. And you'll wish that you didn't." He shrugged. "Anyway, I'll check out and we'll go to a store for you."

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"No, that color fits your skin tone really well." I held up an almost red shade of pink dress to my body. I'm usually not a dress kind of girl, purely because I can never find one that covers my ass and doesn't suffocate my boobs. And I definitely didn't expect this dress, designed for the average Korean girl, to do the job.

I chuckled and put the dress back knowing damn well that I had no chance with it. He followed me as I continued to walk.

"Oh? What about these?" Namjoon motioned to another rack, making me walk to stand next to him.

"Skirts? You told me you weren't into me." I scoffed with a smirk. He immediately got shy and hid behind his hands. "I'm joking." I nudged him and started to look through them. "I've never wore a skirt before."

"You're killing me..." He mumbled through a giggle. "I-I think they'd fit well because they can accommodate for a small waist and l-larger... ya know, everything else." He waved his hand shyly. I laughed and looked for one that could be my size. I decided on a tan plaid skirt, getting the seal of approval from fashion icon, Hoseok, after he and Jin happen to stumble into the same store. I got a few other things, including a new phone case, an alternative plug in for my chargers, I got a few small things like perfumes and skin care items. And then Jin checked the time, announcing that we should leave. These guys go by a strict schedule.

Once arriving at the car, no one got in until I did, neither did anyone let me carry my own bags.

"Y'all really don't gotta walk me to the car." I chuckled as Hoseok stepped forward to open the door for me.

"We want to, though." Namjoon chuckled from my other side as Jin lead me by my hand. They really know how to make a girl feel special. Once I was in and buckling my seatbelt, they closed the door and quickly scrambled to put the bags in the trunk and then get in themselves.

"Thanks for taking me out today, even after earlier." I mumbled to them over the quiet music that was playing through the speakers.

"You don't... uh..." Hoseok looked to Namjoon for help, mouth something in Korean. It was like he read his mind, seeing as he didn't even look back to see Hoseok asking.

"Deserve."

"Deserve to... be uhh treat... like that." Hoseok smiled at me through very adorable broken English.

"Yahhh." Jin groaned. "We'll be with you until all of Korea knows that you're ours." Jin's accent was a little too thick to understand at some parts but I was flattered none the less. Namjoon elbowed him with a chuckle, in which Jin playfully snapped back, Hoseok joining in with a giggle.

.Namjoon.

"Isn't that a little suggestive?" I chuckled and nudged Jin. He usually said that to Army, I never expected him to actually use it in conversation.

"You're the one who has a crush on her! Take notes, look at her; flustered. Do I make you jealous?" He teased and laughed back.

"It was a little weird hyung, do you have a crush too?" Hoseok giggled.

"Ahh." I rolled my eyes and pulled my hat lower onto my head. "Y'all are embarrassing."

We eventually arrived in front of her hotel. I got out to go and help her get her bags out of the trunk and followed behind her into the building.

"I hope you didn't hear anything they said, it's... ahhh." I shook my head, forgetting the English word for embarrassing.

"It's alright, but when I learn Korean, it's over for y'all." She pressed the elevator button. I chuckled behind her. She's so cute. It doesn't make it any better that she's like shoulder height and so some of her weight shows in her cheeks. She reminds me of debut Jimin, but like 20x cuter. We stepped into the elevator together.

"How long did you say you'd be staying again?" I raised my brows.

"It's Tuesday... I'm leaving on Saturday." She nodded. I hummed. Maybe the guys and I could do something fun for her before she goes.

We left the elevator and walked to her room where she opened the door and i walked In to set her bags down.

"Hey, um Namjoon?" She mumbled. I looked back to see her nervously looking away.

"What's up?" I asked, curiously.

"Could we.. I dunno... hug.. again..?" She only glanced at me for half a second before looking at the ground. I smiled and walked towards her, pulling her into my arms once again.

"You don't have to be so nervous to ask, we're friends, ya know?" I held her shoulders, her fruity smelling hair products filling my nose as she was directly under my chin.

I could see why she was nervous, I know I don't really come off as the most affectionate person out there. Even my members know that I tend to stray away from physical affection unless feeling absolutely compelled to interact. But one thing I know about Americans, is that when they see someone in trouble or someone who just went through something traumatic, even if they didn't know that person, they'll hug them. So... I didn't mind going out of my comfort zone for her.