Running In Circles // pjm.

Little Helper

I went to work, mentally ordering myself to be cool after everything that had gone down with Jimin in the last couple of days. I was shy and a little bit cautious of how the situation would be perceived by others- if they were to find out.

"Tara! You're, like, 30 minutes late," I jumped a wee bit when I stepped into the studio and one Taehyung claimed aloud.

"OH NO! WHATEVER WILL I DO NOW!" I rolled my eyes after sarcastically overreacting to his statement, "what are you doing here anyway, Tae?"

"I wanted to see the designs. See if I could help you out a little bit," he patted my head.

"Aish," I pulled away, running a hand through my hair, "what would we even do without you?" I asked, albeit sarcastically.

"Crash and burn," he wiggled his brows and I raised one at him, about to let one out.

"Don't be mean, Tara," he pouted.

"Okay, okay, don't start being all cute," I held out my hand.

He giggled and I leaned into the discussion, adding things Taehyung wanted in his look.

An hour later, all of his looks were completed to perfection. From hair to shoes, even down to rings, I designed his looks with his inputs. He really was invested in fashion, and it made me happy to see him make these efforts to be better.

"You know, you should consider getting into fashion after you retire as an idol. If the whole photographer thing doesn't work out," I said, moving on to Hoseok's designs, seating myself on the table.

He blushed. THE MAN BLUSHED.

"Thanks, Tara. It would be interesting, I guess, and I do like it," he smiled at me, cutely and sat on the chair by my side, "do you think you'd take me as your assistant?"

I laughed, "really? As an assistant? You'd take over my entire career and life, boy, I don't trust you."

"So, that's a yes then?" he chirped and put his hands under my chin to be cute.

I threw my head back and laughed at his attempt, "well, it's not a no..."

Someone cleared their throat in the hallway and Tae and I turned our heads toward the sound.

"What's going on here?" Jimin casually strolled into the room, wearing a white shirt and green jacket. Hmm. Looking especially rude today, mister.

"Oh, nothing," Taehyung giggled, slapping my thigh with his hand and leaving it there, "I was just securing my future with Tara here."

"Securing your future?" Jimin questioned, smugly.

"He wants to get into the fashion industry by being my assistant," I laughed, carefully keeping my eyes from him. I didn't want Taehyung to suspect.

"She would be a difficult boss, Taehyung-ah. Are you sure you want that?" I felt his eyes on me. Don't look, don't look.

I looked. Damn it. He looked cocky. I knew you'd be rude.

"What? Why?" Taehyung glanced back and forth between us, "I thought you guys were all good now?"

"We might just have a little problem," Jimin claimed, glancing at Taehyung's hand in my lap, then at me, and finally fixing his eyes on Taehyung.

My brows furrowed and I narrowed my eyes, keeping my eyes on him till he looked back at me.

Oh no you don't, Park Jimin.

"You guys are weird," Taehyung muttered and stood up, not grasping the situation, while Jimin and I stared each other down.

"let's go, hyung, its 11 o'clock," he continued, making his way out.

"I'm right behind you. Gotta clear some things up here first," he simpered, causing me to take a deep breath. This will be interesting.