Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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"Yeah, that was me." I chuckled.

"Seriously? You were the one from the airport??" Namjoon's eyes were wide.

"I didn't recognize you at first either because you had on sunglasses, a mask, and a hoodie. But... I'm ashamed to admit it but... I can recognize that your smell is identical to when I ran into him." I hid my face with the blanket.

"I didn't really even get to see you, I just know that all of the people around me knocked you down so I helped you up, I didn't even see your face." He seemed so shocked at this.

"Are you a celebrity or something? Why was there a mob of people around you?" I raised my eyebrows. His eyes dropped as he searched the floor for an answer.

"It's complicated, I rap sometimes... remember?" He looked away, tucking his hair behind his ears.

"You can give me the look if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about." I chuckled. He shook his head, finally looking back at me.

"I owe it to you to face these things after lying to you like I did." He looked away again.

"It's getting really late, you said you work tomorrow so you should definitely sleep." I smiled and got up from the couch. I started to lead the way upstairs when he held my hand and got up with me. We walked to his bedroom first because I want to make sure he sleeps again. "Sleep." I pushed him towards to the bed. He chuckled and sat down, but before I could leave, he spoke again.

"There's something that I've been wanting to tell you..." His voice was very soft as I turned around to see him fidgeting with his bed covers. "Remember what you said before? About the... running into each other that often could only mean two things?"

"Yeah?" I tilted my head.

"Well... I was thinking the same thing actually... and you've become someone very important to me..." He was clearly struggling to say this as he'd go quiet every now and then. "I don't like lying to you, I hate doing it... but I... I get afraid..."

"Afraid of what, Namjoon?" I walk back towards him, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I guess... I'm afraid that the truth will scare you off." He still didn't look at me.

"Scare me off?" I chuckled. "Even if I wanted to leave, I'm kinda stuck here because I'm sure I'll have to talk to the police soon." I got more comfortable on the bed. "But even so, I like it here. I really enjoy spending time with you and the guys. Unless you murdered someone, I don't think you could scare me off."

"Are you sure?" He raised both eyebrows.

"I'm not actually... what's this truth that you've been hiding from me and why are you so scared to say it?" I squinted. He clearly got flustered by that as he just looked down at his lap.

"I was just hoping that telling you that you're important to me wouldn't scare you away or creep you out. It's only been a week since we've met and I already never want to say goodbye." He nervously rubbed the side of his neck, still not making eye contact with me.

"Namjoon." I called to him, making him slowly meet my eyes. Although he was very shy to tell me that, I could tell that that's not the actual reason that he's afraid he'll scare me off. "There's something else, isn't it?" I tilted my head.

"How do you always know..?" A smile slowly grew on his lips.

"Your eyes tell me everything." I leaned back with my hands holding me up.

"I'll have to start wearing sunglasses around you." He chuckled.

"It's not just your eyes, but if I told you the other way, you'd stop doing it." I laughed.

"How long has it been since you noticed these things?" He seemed really intrigued as he still hadn't taken his eyes off of me.

"Since we first met, when you ate lunch in my room and didn't wanna tell me that you were a rapper. And before that, when I was still learning your body language, when I asked if you were just talking to me just to fuck me, and I could tell that you answered truthfully." I smiled, bringing my hands to my lap to play with the hem of my shorts.

"So you always know when someone is lying?"

"No." I shook my head. "Just you." I giggled.

"O-oh." He seemed genuinely shocked from that.

"I haven't really looked at someone for as long as I have with you. In a not creepy way. But I see you every day now." I quickly tried to defend myself. "Y-You're important to me... too... Namjoon." I avoided eye contact until he suddenly stood up and held me close to him with both hands wrapped around my waist. When I looked up, he was staring off with a big goofy smile.

"I wish that I'd met you so much earlier. But now that I have you..." He finally looked down, slowly leaning in to me. Is he about to kiss me? Uh... I don't think I'm ready for- His face passed mine to nuzzle into my neck instead, where I could feel his soft sigh on my collarbone. "I'm never letting go." He whispered.

O-Oh... God...

This friendly giant of a man is leaning on my shoulder. This fine ass man has his face on my neck. What did he say? 'Now that I have you, I'm never letting go' oh my fucking god.

His arms are wrapped around my waist and I can feel his breath fanning my skin. Our bodies are so close together, there literally wasn't a space between us. He's always only hugged me around my shoulders... why my waist? Oh god... is he going to be holding my waist from now on??

I mean It's not like I'm complaining but, does he... like me or something? Or is he just saying that in a friendly way...? What the hell, there is no friendly way to that sentence. Before when we were talking about relationships, when he told me that he wasn't in a rush... and then he looked at me like that...

"Your heartbeat is so fast... did I take it too far?" He arms started to loosen from around my waist and he started to pull his body away until I held his arms in place.

"I ain't tell you to stop." I mumbled. He chuckled and pulled our bodies together again. I couldn't help but smile and hug him with my arms around his shoulders. "You look very handsome as a blonde." My hands softly played with the hair on the back of his neck.

"Thank you. You look very beautiful in my clothes." His arms somehow got tighter around my waist, just bringing me closer to him.

"Thanks." I giggled. He let out a satisfied hum and we both agreed that we should go to bed now. I stepped back, noticing the light blush on his cheeks. "Sleepy yet?" I tilted my head. He chuckled and nodded, moving to sit on his bed.

"Goodnight Zaina." He waved softly.

"Goodnight Namjoonie." I smiled, waving back as I started for the door. His face was shocked but in a flustered way.

"Namjoonie?" I heard him mutter from the hall as I walked to my room.

Ah, what is this man doing to me???