Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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After my shower, with the bEST smelling soap I've ever smelled, I wrapped the towel around my body and shyly scrambled to the closet because my dumb ass didn't pick my clothes beforehand.

I looked through the bag that Namjoon pointed to earlier for underwear. They were all name brand. Calvin Klein. Louis Vuitton. Versace. Gucci. I couldn't believe my eyes. And they were brand spankin new, still with the tags on them. Strangely enough, the prices were either ripped off or scribbled out.

What the hell is going on here??? He dresses like a librarian, acts like a broke college student, but lives in a mini mansion with a crap ton of money. Because there's no way that all seven of them put all of their money together just to buy me underwear. Are Namjoon's parents that rich?

I looked away from the bag, just reaching my hand in and grabbing one. I pulled out a Savage x Fenty bra and panty set. How would they know my size? I just ignored it and put the bag away, turning to the rest of the closet.

Even if Namjoon was richer than rich, he never shows it. He's always been humble around me. The other guys as well, if they have similar or the same level of wealth, I wouldn't believe it until I saw it.

Even looking at the rest his closet, none of this is name brand. Most of it looks thrifted, even. Just regular everyday shirts. Just plain jeans. Just normal sweatpants. It's shocking.

I found myself reaching for a hoodie and a pair of sweats, going back to the bathroom to get dressed. Surprisingly, the underwear was a perfect fit. And it made my ass look fat. Ooh, is this a push-up bra? Is Namjoon trying to flirt with me? I playfully chuckled at myself and finished getting dressed.

The clothes were so oversized, I was basically drowning in the hoodie... but it smelled like him... a lot. God. If falling for this man is a good thing, please give me a sign so I won't waste my time.

At that moment I heard knocks on the door.

"Zaina? Are you still awake?" Namjoon asked from outside the door.

"Y-Yeah." I answered. God works quick but... is this a good sign or a bad sign?

"Are you dressed?" He had a little chuckle to his tone.

"Duh." I rolled my eyes playfully as I exited the bathroom. He opened the door and walked to me with a bunch of stuff in his hands.

"I forgot to bring you these. Hoseok bought these for you himself. But it's just some personal items." He smiled and set them on the bed, drawing me over. He laid out a spread of deodorant, toothpaste and toothbrush, makeup wipes, both tampons and pads, and a pack of face masks.

"H-he bought these?" I looked up with wide eyes.

"He has an older sister, he would know best." He put his hands in his hoodie pockets. "The face mask's were Jimin's idea though." He laughed.

"I'll be sure to thank him the next time I see him. But I told you to sleep, Namjoon." I disappointingly crossed my arms, playfully shaking my head.

"I know, I know." He looked away and scratched the back of his head. "But I just had to give you these, you should have them until you get your suitcase back. I guess I got a little excited."

"It's fine. You have me worrying about you now." I chuckled.

"They all worry about me, that's why I don't have a driver's license." He laughed.

"You're going to bed, even if I gotta drag you to that bed myself."

"But really, you shouldn't worry. I don't have get up until around 8am. I can get in plenty of sleep." He smiled. I squinted before taking his hand in my sweater paw and dragging him to the room, like I said. "My hoodie is so big on you. Cute." He uwued from behind me. "Look at it, aw." He laughed and played with the extra fabric. I walked into the room, letting go of his hand and nodding at the bed with a grumpy pout and crossed arms.

"Sleep."

"But look at how small you are." He pointed to the excess fabric that was hanging from my hands. "I can't wait to see you wear the rest of my clothes." He chuckled and finally turned to the bed. "Could I... take a picture? I'll never show it to anyone, I just... it's so cute..."

"If you'll go to bed after." I pursed my lips. He nodded quickly and took out his phone. I posed of course, what kind of model would I be if I refused photoshoots.

"How tall are you?"

"5'5, I think. 5'7 in heels."

"That explains it. So-"

"Aye." I raised my brows. "We had a deal."

"Okay, okay, okay... goodnight..." He sat on the bed.

"Goodnight Namjoon. Have a good day at work tomorrow." I smiled, waved, and turned around to leave.

"Thank you." I heard just after I left the room. I felt butterflies fill my stomach but tried to ignore it. God told me his intentions... but I ain't ready for that right now.