Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through my eyelids. I rubbed my eyes and finally opened them, wait a minute... oh, wait. I forgot that I moved here last night. I sighed and checked my phone, seeing a text from Namjoon.

NJ: I made it to work on time. Like I said I would.

NJ: but make sure you eat and text me back when you wake up.

Good morning Namjoon.

You better not be telling me that just because you know that if you were late that we'll fight

Have a good day

As well as a text from Jin.

SJ: be there soon

Which confused me incredibly. My head tilted when it said that the time of that text was at 10am. It's about noon now. Oh? And a text from Jungkook?

JK: 안녕 누나 (T: Hey noona)

JK: how r u

I could read the first word, but after sounding out the second word, it was clearly noona, as Namjoon explained. I decided to text him back. It's best that I practice my Korean anyway.

(T: Hey Gukkie) 안녕 국이

(T: ohhhhh) 우ㅜㅜㅜㅜ bueno lol

JK: ㄱㄱㄱ (T: kkk)

JK: ur 한글 is... gud (T: Hangul)

(T: Thank you Gukkie-ssi) 감사합니다 국이씨

I smiled and got up to go and handle my morning necessities. The toothbrush that Hoseok bought for me... it's so cute. It had his face on it, how cute of him to do that.

Once my teeth and face were taken care of, I finally took my bonnet off. Without my oil, my curls were at risk of becoming a frizzy mess, but I couldn't leave it in the cloud shape that it was. Once I looked good enough to my liking, I left the room to look for something to eat.

It's so weird to just suddenly move into a house that's already furnished with food and personality. But thinking about what happened at the hotel, this place felt like a sanctuary. If Namjoon or any of the other guys weren't here with me, I'd never be able to sleep.

But even if it wasn't Namjoon, but Jin, or Jimin, or even Yoongi, I feel safe with all of them. I've only known them for a week, only seeing some of them for less than an hour. And while I still hate to ask them for help, at this point, I'd probably be dead or something close without them. What the hell have I gotten myself wrapped into?

I sighed and walked into the kitchen, following a sweet, yet spicy smell. I find kimchi fried rice as well as many side dishes on the dinner table, just a serving for one. I was in awe, this clearly isn't store bought. Who cooked this?

I sat down to eat with a small appreciative smile. I hope that I can cook them a meal of my culture as well. I can only imagine bringing them back to visit my home. How would my mom react? She's gonna be pissed.

I could only chuckle and shake my head. I reached for the utensils, spotting both a fork and chopsticks. So Namjoon had some part in this. Did he make this? He'd really be the whole package. He's sweet, caring, handsome, so so comforting. Not to mention, he smells amazing and his hoodies are oh so stealable.

I didn't know I was zoning off until my phone vibrated in my pocket and I dropped the food between my chopsticks from surprise. I took my phone out to see what it was. A text from an unknown number.

??: 안녕하세요 (T: Hello)

??: 이거... 재인아가 입니까? (T: Is this... is it Zaina?)

??: sorry sorry

??: who is this?

You texted me first

Who are you

??: im Jimin

Receipts

You don't have them

JM: I.. don know English so well

"ZAINAAA!" A voice screamed into the house, making me jump. I got up from my chair in case I needed to defend myself. Namjoon said that no one is allowed in here without his approval, so this person should be safe... right? "HIII- oh? You okay?" I recognized his face but couldn't remember his name. He was probably taken aback from my defensive stance.

"W-who are you?" I dropped my fists and asked softly as not to sound rude.

"Hoseok? Coffee shop?" His head tilted. I blinked and slowly looked down, remembering that day. As I was zoned out, he suddenly popped up in my face, bending down to meet my eyes. "It's okay. Let's be happy." He smiled, holding one of my shoulders. I looked up and smiled at him after he stood up straight.

"Sorry. I remember you Hoseok. Thanks for... back then." I nodded.

"Let's make new... memo...ries..." He tried his best to pronounce the word. I clapped and he bowed playfully. We both sat back down at the table and I continued eating.

"Do you work today?" I asked him. He furrowed his brows and looked away.

"Oh..." He realized what I said and finally nodded, his smile returning to his face. "I wanted to uh come here because... Namjoon told us... you are here. The other ones will come too." He smiled proudly.

"Your English is really good. How are you learning?" I clapped again.

"Namjoon." He nodded, leaning on his elbows. I nodded along once I finally finished eating. "Jimin's clothes will fit you more."

"Oh?" I looked down at my clothes, remembering that I'm still drowning in Namjoon's hoodie and sweats. "I like these, don't worry." I chuckled, getting up to take the dishes to the sink. "Oversized clothes are very comfortable."

"Cute." He giggled and leaned on his hand. "Do you..." He stopped to mumble in Korean behind his hand.

"Do I what?" I asked as I walked back to the table to grab more dishes.

"Are you... b-boy... friend... right now?" He looked away to draw on the table with his fingers. I stopped to look back at him, a curious smile creeping onto my lips.

"Why do you ask?"

"N-not me!" He laughed as he rushed to defend himself. I raised my brow and waited for him to continue. "A-a friend... not me."

"Who's the friend?" I continued to bring the dishes to the sink. He covered his mouth with his fist, quickly looking away with a smile that tells me that he's said too much. "It's okay, you don't have to tell. I like all of you guys the same. Namjoon a lil more." I giggled as he gasped. "I'm just telling the truth." I put my hands up in defense.

"Yahhhh." He exclaimed with a head tilt.