Namjoon Likes Black Girls • Namjoon Centric •

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.Zaina.

We'd just gotten through security and were now officially on the way to the plane. At this point, there was no one else around but staff of the airport and staff of the group. The boys were obviously a lot more relaxed and playful with each other at this point.

Jungkook was also attached to me at the hip, even though he had yet to look up from his phone. I just kept walking, as the tension steaming from Namjoon was affecting me as well.

We finally reached the plane, being welcomed by the attendants. I didn't even get to head towards the seats before a hand grabbed mine and pulled me away. I looked up to see Minseong and Yoongi in front of me, arms crossed.

"What?" I asked. Yoongi spoke in Korean.

"He said that he's tired of you looking like that." Minseong translated.

"Well. Something happened and it ruined Namjoon's mood. I don't want to agitate him further." I sighed and crossed my arms as well. Yoongi spoke again, a little annoyance to his voice.

"Apparently, the guys were joking about sleeping with y-"

"Who." I spoke more as a command to tell me than a question.

"W-what?" Minseong stuttered.

"Who said something? Tell me." They looked at each other, seeming to contemplate if they wanted to tell me or not.

"That's not important, Zai-" I just walked away to go answer it myself. "Zaina!"

"Namj-" I was interrupted as Minseong pulled me back.

"Just relax." He laughed, Yoongi no longer there. "They can't perform if you've beaten them senseless."

"If they can talk about me like that, they deserve what they get." I spoke through gritted teeth, looking over my shoulder at everyone else still in their seats.

"Let me handle it-"

"No. I'm a grown ass woman. I can do it."

"All you're gonna do is yell at them and get fired. Lemme talk to them about how you feel about what they said and we'll all arrive in Dallas with smiles."

"No. Fuck you."

"What's going on?" Another voice entered the conversation. We both looked over to see Namjoon standing there. Minseong sighed and pushed himself out of the conversation. "What happened?"

"Who talked?" I crossed my arms. He tilted his head. "The reason you've been so quiet? Something the other guys said. Something about wanting to fuck me? Who was it?" His eyes went wide and he almost laughed.

"No, no... that wasn't it... they didn't say anything like th-"

"Then what they say? I'm listening." My patience was thin. The last thing I'm bout to allow is a man that I trusted breaking that trust by talking about me like a sexual object.

"They just joked about wanting to date you.. not sleep with you." He spoke with his hands, though he seemed to pause and look away.

"What else?"

"After you said that you only let me and Jungkook touch you, they made a joke about Jungkook making use of the condoms... with you." He sighed.

"So it was Hoseok?"

"Well-" I was already taking off my earrings because I think the fuck not. Namjoon grabbed my wrist pulling me into the bathroom with him and locking the door.

"Dude, what the f-"

"I'm not letting you out until you calm down." He stood in front of the door with crossed arms.