Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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"Is it true that you saw the women beforehand?" The questioning continued.

"Yes." I nodded, feeling a little more confident knowing that the three of them had my back.

"When was that?"

"Right after I left hanging out with them, I walked up to my room and I see two girls standing outside my door." This caused confusion again.

"Two? But three were found at the scene." He furrowed his brows.

"I don't know about a third girl. There were two outside when I got there, and two when I saw them in the middle of the night."

"How did you see them without them seeing you?"

"I heard them whispering outside the door, so I went to look through the peephole and saw two girls on the other side, and one of them was holding a master key. So I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom to hide." I explained, my voice struggling to keep its bass.

"And then what happened?" I looked towards all of the guys. Yoongi looked away once I made eye contact with him. Taehyung was watching from the other end of the couch that Yoongi was on. Jungkook was walking around with his hands in his pockets, not even sparing me a glance. But after that question was asked, he looked over his shoulder at me, worry coating his face as he stared into my eyes. My eyes fell to the floor.

"Well... I locked the bathroom door and sat on the floor. Then I heard the front door open and they walked in. The only thing on my mind was to contact Namjoon. And as much as I didn't want to wake him up, I'd never get through to the police with the language barrier." I looked down at my lap, my finger tracing the stitching of my jeans. "He didn't pick up the first three time I called, but he called me back after the last one. The girls were talking outside the door, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I couldn't care less about what they were saying, I was just trying to get through to Namjoon. But when he called me back, I'm just lucky that I had my phone on silent. I was scared at the time, I think I was crying... but hearing his voice..." I glanced at the floor momentarily. "Even though he wasn't there, I felt safer just from talking to him. But I told him that there were girls in my room and that they were looking for me. Because even though I couldn't understand them, they said my name a lot. I don't even know how they found out, these guys are the only ones in this country that know." The investigator looked away for a second, an uneasiness settling all all three of their faces as they avoided eye contact with me. "What?" I looked at them, the guys equally as confused.

"The woman with the master key was the receptionist that checked you into your hotel. She told us that she saw you talking to the BT-" the police let out a loud cough and the guy's faces all grew into a shocked expression. "Talking to these guys." The investigator cleared up. "She called her friends to check out your room, when you shooed them away, she came back with them to break in."

"Why?!" I snapped, making the policeman, Jungkook, and Tae jump. "Which one of you had the crazy ex?!" I looked to them angrily.

"W-we don't know them n-noona..." Jungkook nervously responded.

"You didn't know them?? You telling me these crazy hoes attacked me to be with men that they don't even know?!" I looked towards the translator who instantly started panicking from me turning my attention on her. I looked up to see Tae giggling behind his hand. "It ain't funny Tae." I grumbled, making him jump after finding out that I saw him. But it made Yoongi laugh a little.

"Zaina, if you like to continue your recollection." The translator smiled a little.

"They were basically wandering the room looking for me. I heard them unzip my suitcase and throw things around the room. And at this point, I heard Jungkook's voice in the background of the phone call before he passed the phone to Yoongi while Namjoon called the police. But the girls voices were like right outside the bathroom door and they were talking in Korean. And then I heard one of them walk away and then she exclaimed something before she said loudly and in broken English, 'it's an address, let's do her family after her.' And then they giggled at each other." My voice got a little softer when remembering that part. I looked up to see Yoongi typing into his phone, I could only assume that he was texting Namjoon. While Tae and Jungkook had their eyes directly on me. "But Yoongi was keeping me updated on what they were doing, up until the point where they told me that the police had arrived. But just as I was told that, the bathroom doorknob started to twist, but I kept quiet and just hoped that the police would get there faster. Then the handle stopped twisting and I thought the police had arrived until I heard a loud b-bang on the outside of the door." I cleared my throat as I temporarily relived the scene and let out a deep breath to keep from breaking down into tears. "And it kept getting louder and harder. Then I realized that they were trying to beat the door in." My voice was a lot weaker, cracking towards the end. Once the first few tears fell down my cheeks, I bit the inside of my lip to try to stop crying. I could see Jungkook try to rush to me through the corner of my eye, but Taehyung holding his wrist to keep him back. But I quickly wiped my face and cleared my voice. "She started to scream... 'I'll k-kill you before you t-take him from m-me.' and the banging sounds got harder and she just started to randomly scream." I paused to gather myself, looking down at my lap. The room was dead silent until Yoongi spoke, again translated.

"It wasn't random." And he got up and walked over to Mrs. Oh, handing her his phone, making her look at investigator Su and then me. "H-he wants me to read this." The investigator allowed it with a nod.

"O-okay... it says... when Namjoon first handed me the phone, I realized that this was much worst than what we could ever think. Zaina couldn't understand them but I could. They started off with referring to her in racist and derogatory terms, I can go into detail in a solo interrogation. But they started to talk about how much she's been seen with us, how we could never love someone like her. How she's not even competition in the race for our love, but just a speed bump that shouldn't have been in the way. And they started to make fun of her name, saying how it sounded like a stripper name. Said thats probably the only reason that we have interest in her, is to use her as a sexual object. They-" She was interrupted by Jungkook storming out in anger.

"He's okay. Sorry." Tae bowed and jogged out after him.

"Continue." Investigator Su sighed. The translator cleared her throat as her face was visibly reddening.

"They said again and again how... h-how Namjoon belonged without a woman with milky white glass skin and a petite figure, not..." She had to stop to collect herself as she seemed to be getting emotional.

"I get it, next line please." I mumbled. They all looked to me and Mrs. Oh turned back to the phone.

"I could hear one of the girls say something along the lines of 'maybe we should just set the room on fire, she'd be okay if she lived. It's not like she could get any blacker, she'd just look the same.' Which all of them seemed to giggled to."

"C-can we take a break or something?" I asked before biting my lip. Investigator Su nodded and I got off of the couch to go to a bathroom where I quickly grabbed tissues to dry my eyes. Is this why Namjoon didn't want Jungkook holding my hand? Because these crazy bitches would think I'm dating their imaginary boyfriend and attack and insult me like this?? I never really let peoples words affect me. But... bringing Namjoon into it made pebbles turn to boulders.

And I could just tell by the looks on their faces that they were appalled and disgusted and angry, if not more upset than I was. I still don't know what's going on. Was I purposely targeted because I'm black or just because I was seen with the guys. Probably because I'm black, because if I was Korean they wouldn't have done this stupid shit. I just let out a breath and threw away my tissues and went to leave the bathroom. But the second I opened the door, the only thing I saw was a chest. I looked up to meet eyes with Jungkook. His face was very soft as he stepped into the bathroom with me and closed the door. I was confused until he pulled me into his chest.

"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't..." He sighed and looked away. "I-I'm sorry." He just nuzzled his face into my shoulder.