"What the hell? What do you mean I can't leave? Are you going to rap-"
"Not at all!" he cut me off. "Trust me, not one of us in this room has bad intentions. It's just that we are a pretty famous boy band, and you can't be seen with us,"
"What- I don't understand. You don't want me to be seen with you?" I ask, trying to make sense of what he's saying.
"Well, our fans get a little overprotective of us. If they see us with a girl, especially a pretty one like you, they'll assume you're one of our girlfriends. The eyes of the press are especially on us since the Grammys are coming up, and we were nominated. We will attend this event because it's good for our image, even though they use us for views." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I'm rambling. What I'm saying is the Grammys are in 2 weeks. It would take another two weeks for all the attention to die down," he explained.
I nodded my head. I know how some idols aren't allowed to date publicly, or they'll get hate for it. I'd get hate for it if they identified me with them. I don't need that kind of attention. It's hard enough being black in Korea. Yet alone a foreigner. It gets even worse if the press takes pictures of me with them. I think more about what the tall man said. Suddenly realized what he said about me. "Especially a pretty one like you,"
"You think I'm pretty?" I blurt out. I quickly cover my mouth in embarrassment.
"Yes, I do," he responded with a warm smile. I smile back, blushing a little. I clear my throat.
"Um, about staying here-" I say, trying to get back on topic.
"Yes, you will be staying with us for about four weeks. We will provide a room for you. You are more than welcome to take some food from the fridge. And if you want to go anywhere, ask one of us,"
"Okay," I say. I would stay in a house with seven hot guys from a k-pop group. Not a big deal.
"And allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Kim Namjoon. But my stage name is Rm,"
"I'm Jungkook. But you can call me JK,"
"My name is Jimin. But You can call me Daddy,"
"I'm your hope, and I'm Jhope. But my real name is Hoseok,"
"Yeah, um, I'm Suga. Not sugar."
"Hi, I'm Jin, also known as Worldwide Handsome,"
"I'm Kim Taehyung,"
"I also wanted to know how old you are?" Namjoon asked me.
"Um, well, I don't know how Korean age works," you say shyly. Even though people have explained it to you multiple times, you still couldn't understand how it worked.
"Oh, that's okay, Sweetie," Namjoon said. "Just give me the year you were born,"
"2000"
"You are 23," he smirks. "Which means you have to call me 'Oppa,'"
"Okay, Oppa-"
"You do not need to call him that," Jin said, cutting me off while glaring at Namjoon. The other members started laughing. Jin walked over to Nmjoon, hitting him over the head. I looked at him in confusion.
"I don't understand. If a male is older than me, should I not address him as "Oppa"?" I question. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Yes, you would. However, Namjoon is a bit of a pervert," Jin whispered in my ear. I nodded my head. I'll certainly keep that one in mind.
~
I was lying down on the bed of my new bedroom listening to music through my headphones. "No Scrubs" by TLC is the current song. My favorite part was Lisa's rap. I loved the way she changed up her flow within the verse. Her verse, in general, screams the '90s. The '90s was the golden era of hip-hop and rap. You had legends like Tupac, Biggie, Nas, Scarface, Outkast, Redman, Ice Cube, and Lauryn Hill. Rappers nowadays rap about the same things, using the same beats, the same flows, and the same sound. Not to mention most male rappers are very misogynistic. Referring to women as "Sluts", "Hoes," "Bitches", and "Freaks." Then have the nerve to say they "love and respect for their mom,"
I hear a knock on my door. "Come in," I shout. The door slowly opened, and Namjoon peaked his head in with Gracie in his hands.
"I believe this is yours,"
"Gracie!" I jumped off the bed and ran over to her snatching her out of Namjoon's hands. I hug her holding her close to my chest.
"Thank you so much," I say, looking up at Namjoon. He smiled at me and ruffed my hair.
"No need to thank me. I see he is holding the same book I was reading before. Anyways, would you like this?" he asks. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh-um- I'm sorry. I just saw it, and it interested me. I was gonna put it back. I swear,"
"(Y/n), it's okay," Namjoon assured me. "I'm happy that you pick up one of my books. The other members don't typically like reading. They prefer books over movies,"
I get on my bed and lay down on my back. "I don't understand why people are like that. They appreciate the movie over the book when it is superior in multiple ways. The movies usually leave out a lot of important details and background information provided in the book. And they don't focus on characters as much as the storyline, which leads to a lack of character development. Don't get me started on-"
I take a glance at Namjoon. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on a rant-"
"No, it's fine," He lays down beside me. "I appreciate that you were saying all of that," He touches my thigh. "I can tell you are a very smart girl, and I love smart girls" His hand trails up and down my thigh.
"Eek-" I covered my mouth before I could moan. "Namjoon, what are you doing?"
"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, concerned.
"..Um, No," I mumble. It was hard to admit, but I didn't want him to stop. I had to admit. I've never been touched like this before. It felt nice, especially when the person doing it to you is someone so hot. I bit my lip. Namjoon smirked at me and proceeded to rub my thighs. He leaned in, and his lips pressed against mine. He removed his hands from my thighs and wrapped his arms around my tiny waist, pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss.
He bit my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I eagerly gave it to him, being needy for his touch. His hands trailed up and down my back. His lips moved to my neck as he began to kiss and suck on it. He softly nibbled on it, causing me to let out soft and sweet moans. He got on top of me, tucking on my shirt, asking for consent.
I nodded my head, and before I knew it, my shirt was off, and I was left in my bra. Namjoon sat up and pulled me up with him. He sat me on his lap with my back facing him as he began to fondle my breast through my bra while kissing my neck. He thrust his hips up and down, causing me to bounce while on his lap. Not being able to contain me any longer, I let out a loud moan. Namjoon quickly put his hand over my mouth.
"Don't be so loud. You don't want the others to hear," he whispered in my ear. The door of the bedroom suddenly swung open, revealing Jimin.
"Nice boobs," Jimin said, standing in the doorway.
(A/N): The amount of second hand embarrassment I had while writing this-
