Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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I strolled into Namjoon's room, swinging my arms lazily. Both Namjoon and Jimin looked at me from a video Jimin was playing on his phone.

"Is Jin hyung done being a little b-"

"You got your money, drop it." Namjoon demanded, glaring at Jimin. "Sit Kook. Jin and Jimin have been fighting all day, including on stage." I sat on the end of the bed while Namjoon was sitting against the headboard and Jimin sat criss cross beside him. "And you and Tae basically dry humped each other in front of the entire stadium."

"In my defense, he's been owing me money for a week."

"Tae did it first, I wasn't gonna let him feel like he won something by doing that. You know how I am."

"Yeah, you're dumb, and you're dumb." He pointed at both of us. "It doesn't matter if you don't physically or vocally fight, Army can see you glaring at each other, they know that you're arguing. Make. Up." He growled at Jimin. It was a little hot, not gonna lie. "And you. There's a different between skinship to tease the fans, and basically fucking."

"He-"

"He backed it up on you and then you grabbed his hips and grinded against him back, in front of all the fans, almost 200,000 people, in the middle of fuckin Mikrokosmos. I saw it all, I was there. You're encouraging the taekook shippers. They're worst than the jikook shoppers. And you know that Tae hates shipping, he was just messing around and you-"

"He's not innocent hyung! You're saying you saw everything, but you didn't see him groping my ass while I was reaching for a water bottle. His hand didn't stay at my ass, he tried to reach around to touch my dick but I walked away because I didn't want you to bring us in here and have this talk, again. But here we are." I ranted and ended with a sigh.

"Whatever it is, tomorrow, you two stay apart, and you two make up." He pointed at me and then Jimin. "No fighting, no fucking, not on stage. Got it?" He perked his brows.

"Yes hyung..." Jimin and I groaned in sync.

"Get some sleep." He sighed, both Jimin and I climbing from his bed to leave.

.Zaina.

Oh my fucking god. My fucking fruity leave-in conditioner got me busted. Jin told me to just stay in the bathroom until they leave. But... I didn't know Jungkook had such a strong sense of smell, seeing as Jimin came in with him and didn't say anything. I've been catching up on my Korean so I knew a little more than last time. At least enough to understand that Jungkook knows that I'm here now.

Jin made sure the door was closed and locked before he spoke.

"Come." He sighed. I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes following Jin as he sat back down on his bed. "Sorry. Jungkook knows."

"It's not your fault, i should have used a different conditioner. I didn't think it was that strong." I walked around to sit on my bed, facing Jin with my hands tucked between my thighs.

"Not. Jungkook is... good um nose." Jin picked up his phone. "He won't tell. Don't worry." He gave me a small smile with his squishy cheeks.

"Well, tomorrow..."

"Concert at 7pm. Be back by 10pm. You... um Namjoon's uh room, for surprise." He smiles.

"So I'll be in Namjoon's room after the concert?" I asked. Jin nodded in return. "Do I go right after you leave?" He then shook his head.

"Umm 9?" He held up nine fingers.

"Okay. I'll be there by 9pm. Thank you." I nodded, trying to mentally prepare myself for this. I don't think I can prepare. I'm so damn anxious. Okay Zaina, let's do this.