Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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.Namjoon.

Throughout the entire sound check and rehearsal, I couldn't help but glance over at Zaina, expecting her to be looking back at me. But she didn't look away from Minseong once. I'm a secure man.. but I'm still a man. I felt jealous.

"Namjoon, are you listening?" The concert director snapped his fingers in my face.

"Y-yes." I nodded slowly.

"We need you hyung, we're going on stage in two minutes." Taehyung held my arm.

"I-I know. I'm here." I nodded with a small smile, clearing my throat and fixing my stance. They're right, I can handle these emotions after the concert, but right now, I have a job to do.

.Zaina.

"Don't they look cool?" Minseong returned to sit next to me as we watched the guys perform on a screen backstage. He handed me a drink and enjoyed one himself.

"Yeah. I've never been to a concert before."

"Ohhhh. How cute, your boyfriend is the first person you've ever seen perform on stage." He teased me playfully.

"Keep calling him my boyfriend and see what happens." I jumped at him.

"Sure. But when I talk to him and call you his girlfriend, he doesn't have a problem with it." He sipped from his styrofoam cup.

"That's him. Until I feel safe enough to go outside on my own, I don't want to hear you refer to him as my boyfriend. Who knows who could be listening and trying to take me out?"

"To dinner?"

"Look here." I growled.

"Fine, whatever. But that doesn't mean I can't call every other man you know your boyfriend." He crossed his arms.

"Do it if you bad."

"To the bone, babe. To the bone."

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Apparently the guys were going up on stage one at a time to perform solo songs which I was very excited to watch. I seems like Jimin was first so the rest of the guys quickly flooded into the dressing room, drenched in sweat, throwing off their clothes, and panting profusely. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Namjoon as he walked right passed me. First it was out of attraction, then confusion. Why didn't he say anything, or even look at me? Sure he was out of breath, but even after catching his breath and drying his sweat, he just sat alone and scrolled through his phone.

I didn't say anything to Minseong when I set my drink down and got up to walk over to Namjoon, standing in front of him with my hands clasped in front of me. I watched his eyes very slowly leave his phone screen to scale up my body until he reached my face, sighing at my uneasy expression.

"Did something happen on stage? You're a little too quiet." I chuckled awkwardly and looked away to avoid getting embarrassed. But when I suddenly felt him hold both of my hands in one of his, I looked back down at him. He was looking around slowly, I followed his eyes as there was no one around. When I looked back down, he was patting the seat next to him. I quickly sat down and waited.

"I know that it's not my place to ask this, but are you interested in Jin's manager, Minseong?" I was caught off guard by this question, my eyes immediately going wide.

"Are you deadass? Hell no!" I unintentionally snapped, drawing attention from nearby staff. "My bad for yelling, but what the hell would make you assume that??"

"You spent almost three hours talking to him earlier and didn't even look at the stage once, where I was." He pointed to himself. "It's stupid to ask this." He sighed.