Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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I pretended I was asleep until Namjoon left the room. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding, there was no chance of me getting any sleep for the rest of the night.

I just sat up in bed and leaned forward to run my hands over my face. I checked my phone to see that it was only midnight. I guess I'm staying up until 3am, since I wanted to go early so I wouldn't miss my flight.

I still couldn't believe it. Namjoon's words echoed in my head as the memories I've spent with him flashed through my mind. Even last night at Yoongi's party, when he was so touchy with me, like he didn't want to let me go. He held me so tight and close, his face always nuzzled in my neck, his voice so gentle with the sweetest smile.

What should I do now? Where do I go from here? I put the pieces together in the end, that he's basically lied to me the entire time I was here, from the very beginning. I thought I could tell when was lying, but there's a lot of things that slipped past me. It made me wonder what else he and the others lied about.

I hid my face in my hands and let out deep breaths. I was upset, yes. But at the same time, I'm hurt, I'm embarrassed. I trusted him enough to live in his house, not even knowing who he truly was. I exposed my true self to him, when the majority of my family has never seen that, but he lied the entire time about himself. Why was I stupid enough to believe everything he said? Something about him felt trustworthy and honest. But now I see that that too, was a lie.

My heart felt heavy, a thought in the back of my mind telling me that the seven guys I've been surrounded by for the last two weeks are nothing like the way they portrayed themselves.

At this point, I don't want to be here anymore. I sighed and got out of bed, calling for a ride to the airport. I grabbed my toiletries from the bathroom to pack those last as I changed into more comfortable clothes and slides. I sat on my phone while I waited for my ride, coming across my contact list. I scrolled through their names, my heart beating a little faster as I felt my emotions get the better of me.

I just took a deep breath and blocked all of their numbers before I got a notification that my ride was outside. I cleared my throat, grabbed my suitcase, and left the room.

My eyes instantly fell down the hall, landing on the door of Namjoon's room. I saw his smile in my head but tried to push it away as I just kept walking. Once I reached the front door, I found myself looking around. Every corner of this place held a different memory, a memory that I wish i didn't have to forget. Don't cry. Don't-... shit.

Through blurry, watery vision, I opened the door and left, basically speeding to the car where the driver opened the trunk once he saw me coming. I put my luggage in the car, closed the trunk, and got in the back, roughly wiping my eyes with my sleeves.

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.Namjoon.

"Zainaaa!" I woke up to a voice echoing through the halls. I sat up in bed, groaning and holding my head. I tried to get drunk to the point where I spoke my thoughts, so a hangover was imminent.

"What the hell?" Another voice exclaimed. Is it time for her to go to the airport already? I got out of bed and slowly walked to Zaina's room, where the guys were crowded inside.

"Did she leave alone? All of her stuff is gone." Jimin left her bathroom with wide eyes. He was right, the room was cleaned of any trace of her. The only proof that she was ever here was her smell still wafting through the room.

"I told her everything." I blurted out, my own voice making my head throb. Everyone turned around to face me. "I couldn't let her leave believing in a lie. But I wouldn't be able to do it if I was sober." I confessed to them. Jungkook mumbled something to himself before leaving the room alone.

"Sit down, dude." Hoseok lead me to sit on the bed and softly rubbed my shoulder. I felt a little drowsy but tried my best to hold myself together so I could tell them everything.

"She's not picking up her phone. You guys try." Jungkook came back into the room with his phone out and a worried look in his face. All of the guys pull out their phone one by one, each call going straight to voicemail. And then they looked at me since I hadn't called yet because I was struggling enough to keep my eyes open. I just unlocked my phone and put it aside since I felt like I was about to pass out.

.Hoseok.

I picked up Namjoon's phone to go to his contact list. I was worried that I wouldn't see her name until I saw that she was listed under 'Zaina Bean'. I pressed the call button and put it on speaker, the room going silent as we waited.

"The number that you have dialed-" I hung up and sighed, putting his phone back on the bed.

"She blocked us." Jungkook mumbled. He was in complete disbelief, not even blinking and just staring at Namjoon. "She fucking blocked us." He took the car keys to the second car from his pocket and turned around. Jimin sighed before he ran after him.

"He's going to the airport." Yoongi mumbled with his arms crossed.

"She clearly wants nothing to do with us. He's not going to do anything accept lock himself into a scandal." Jin put his hands on his hips and leaned on one leg.

"How could you say that!" Tae snapped at him. "Did you want her to leave us like this??"

"No matter how we respond to it, it's happening! We can get as angry or as frustrated or as sad as we want to but there will never be anything we can do about this!" Jin is clearly just as distraught but is trying to conceal it.

"We can do something about it! You can't just give up on her like this." I turned to him, already calling Jimin. "Yah! Jimin!" I spoke the second he picked up.

"Hyung... Jungkookie is suffering most from this." Jimin's voice softly muffled. I looked at the guys before stepping out into the hall, Jin following behind me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, Jin and I made worried eye contact before he moved closer to hear the call as well.

"He doesn't even have the strength to start the car... he's just laying on the steering wheel a-and... oh man..." His voice sounded a little shaky as I could hear Jungkook's sniffles in the background. "What do we do hyung? W-we lost her."

"Don't say that, Jimin." I sighed. "Come back inside so we can talk together."

"Okay..." and he hung up the phone.

"Jungkooks crying?" Jin asked, tucking his hands in his pockets. I nodded in response.

"He was really close to her. Second closest after Namjoon." I mumbled as I put my phone away.

"Think he had a crush on her?" A small smile creeped on his face.

"Not the time, hyung." I scolded him with a head shake.

"Apologies." He looked at the floor and tried to resist smiling. I lead the way back into the room, to see Namjoon laying on his back and holding a pillow in his arms.

"I'm sorry, i should have told you I was going to do this." Namjoon mumbled with his eyes closed, his voice groggy and slurred.

"No. You did it right." Yoongi sighed back at him. "If you would have told us, we would have tried to stop you. She deserved to know, you were right."