Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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.Zaina.

Ah... what the hell was that? I could barely keep myself composed. He just shamelessly flirts with me like this... but it's so smooth that I can't help but entertain it. This is not the type of flirting I'm used to back in the states. I'm used to, "hey, lemme get your number?" Or, "Aye you fine as hell."

But Namjoon...

The way he smiles at me, when his dimples get so deep that his cheeks casts shadows into them. The way his voice gets raspier when he speaks English, and how deep it gets when he speaks Korean. When he gets so passionate about whatever he's talking about and just starts rambling his heart out. He's so kind and generous, he's so large yet tries to be so gentle with me.. well except for last night because he clearly wasn't gently holding our bodies together. But that's besides the point.

Just hearing myself recite last night... I get butterflies all over again, because it sounds like something else happened.

Ah, Zaina get your shit together. I'm leaving soon, I need to think about what's gonna happen when I get home. My mom... I'm gonna call her later tonight, since it should be Friday morning back home. It'll be Sunday tomorrow here. And I told her that I'd come home on Saturday. I sighed and sat crisscross on the bed, putting my social media browsing aside to stressfully tug at my fro. There were suddenly knocks at the door.

"Come in, Namjoon." I mumbled, sitting with my elbows on my knees. He opened the door, walking in in a tshirt and sweats. He had a book and his phone in his hand and gave me a small smile as he closed the door behind him.

"I hope you don't mind that I wanted to hang out with you for a while." He came to sit on the bed next to me. I shook my head before I rested it on my fist.

"I don't mind." I mumbled. He leaned forward to look at my face, making me turn to face him.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing, just tired." I cleared my throat and tried to loosen my face muscles from being so tense. He sighed and shook his head before leaning back against the headboard.

"Your hair looks like you've been pulling on it. Tell the truth." I was shocked to hear him say this, it left me quiet for a while. "You can tell me what's stressing you out. What ever it is, don't be afraid." One of his hands settled on my back comfortingly. I let out a sigh.

"My mom told me... before I got on the plane to come here, she told me to not get caught up in a relationship. I'm still a college student and she wants me to focus on my education before anything." I turned my body to face him as I explained slowly, rarely making eye contact. But then I heard him chuckle, and I immediately looked up at him.

"We're in a relationship?" His smile was sincere as he eagerly waited for my answer.

"I-I mean... I don't want t-to ya know, jump to conclusions but just to generalize it... I-I think..." I didn't look at him once during my rambling and instead just let my eyes explore the intricate patterns of the duvet below me.

"I won't interrupt your studies, I promise. I'm in college too." I could hear his smile and my eyes slowly met his. "It's my last year... but still. Your mom can rest easy that I won't get in the way. I don't want to get on her bad side so I'll do my best." He gave me a big toothy grin.

"H-huh?" My face expressed utter confusion.

"Well I'm going to meet her eventually, right?"

"Ah stop it." I shyly hit his calf since it was right in front of me. "I-I was just generalizing it... she's not going to know about you." I mumbled and looked down.