Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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The doors opened and I was the first to walked out. There were police in the halls, a lot of chatter coming from inside the room. Jungkook and I walked in as Yoongi stopped to talk to some officers.

I looked around for her urgently, not noticing that Jungkook had stepped away. There were a bunch of police in a crowd, but I eventually saw her in the middle of that crowd, and she met eyes with me. She pushed through the officers to run into my arms.

It was really shocking, seeing as we weren't really that close. But at the same time, I wanted her to physically seek comfort like this. If she hadn't, I feel like I would have pulled her into my arms myself. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her tight.

"It's okay..." I mumbled and leaned down closer to her. "They're not here anymore, you're safe now."

"T-They were talking in English." She stepped back a little, wiping tears from her cheeks and looking away. I nodded, waiting for her to continue. "They wanted to find my family... after... me." She chewed on the inside of her lip, clearly trying to hold back tears. I didn't know what else to do but bring her into a hug again.

"You're not staying here anymore. I... We were afraid that this would happen so I was going to explain the idea and then move you in tomorrow morning." I let out a breath.

"M-move me in?" She looked up at me. Her glossy eyes caused my heart to shatter a little. She wants to be so strong and self sufficient, I can tell that the thought of being dependent on me is killing her. But at the same time, she needed a shoulder to lean on.

"Noona... did you drop your ID before they came?" Jungkook held up the card. Both her and the police sped over to him in shock. The police took it from his hands with gloves and put it into a plastic bag instead.

"Don't touch anything else. This entire room is evidence." He gave a look to Jungkook who quickly bowed in apology.

"T-That had my address on it..." She shockingly watched the police officer leave with it. I watched as Yoongi approached and I decided to join them. He nodded at me and spoke in Korean so that I could translate for him.

"They're going to jail. Their phones are confiscated. They took a picture of your ID card and all of your credit cards."

"H-How did this even happen?"

"Apparently they were trying to get in earlier, but when you asked them to leave, they came back with a master key... and a knife..." I said the last part quietly, having to look away because I just felt terrible for her. She came here on vacation and has only experienced stress and pain. I looked towards Jungkook and Yoongi and spoke in Korean. "They're not going to let her leave on Saturday. She's going to have to testify against them in order for them to be sentenced."

"If we tell management about her and what just happened, they'll handle it for her. She won't have to do anything and she can just go home to where she's safe." Yoongi crossed his arms.

"Let's just move her in tonight and we can discuss it with management later. She needs to sleep right now." Jungkook nodded at her. Her eyes were low, clearly just thinking and reviewing tonight.

"Zaina." I called out to her. She looked up at me slowly. "Can I talk to you alone?" She then nodded and I lead her outside and to in front of the elevator. "Is it okay if... if you moved in with me instead..?"

"Can I be honest?" She slowly looked away.

"Of course." I nodded and she let out a sad sigh.

"I really... don't like this..." She crossed her arms loosely holding he elbows, anxiety started to bubble up in my stomach. "But... I just don't feel safe anymore... unless you're there." She blurted out, immediately wiping a tear that barely even touched her cheek. "I'm sorry... I don't wanna put that pres-" I stepped forward to pull her close to my chest, just smiling with a little chuckle.

"There's no pressure. Not even a little. You never need to apologize for feeling safe. It was my intention to always be there when you had problems and help you feel safer. So thank you... I'm very happy you said that." I just mumbled on as her arms settled around my waist.

"I can move in with you... I'd like to." Her voice was very soft and I cheered with happy noises until she eventually laughed.

.Zaina.

The police told me that I won't be able to take any of my stuff with me. Which means I have no clothes, no money, and worst of all... no conditioner. But at the same time, the fact that the guys were here to comfort me... they didn't feel like just a bunch of strangers. Even Yoongi. This is the first time I've ever met him, but he comes off as protective but from afar. But these guys feel like friends now. And it's incredibly comforting that I saw familiar faces after something like this happened.

And strangely enough, I didn't even think before acting when I saw Namjoon. I thought I was good at defending myself until these people literally tried to murder me. It's gotten to the point where I truly never feel safe unless Namjoon is there. Which I'm ashamed to admit. I never wanted to feel dependent on someone for any reason. Even though, I don't even feel necessarily dependent on him... I just feel like he's someone that I really enjoy and feel safest around.

But... I guess I'll be moving in with him now. If we hadn't had the history that we did, moving in with a man I met four days ago would sound appalling, disturbing even, to me.

But... Living with that man in particular, after all that he's done for me, and the fact that he's still fine as hell... I wouldn't mind.