Bts // One Shots

Personal Assistant - Part 2

A/N: This is a second (but not finale) chapter to Personal assistant. So if you want to read this I obviously highly suggest reading the first part before hand.

Kaiya's POV:

After all the memories came flooding back I quickly put Jimin's shirt back on and set off to grab my clothes I'd worn yesterday. Trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, I got changed and said good bye to everyone really quick. This is my job I've just put at stake. I get a promotion and it ends up like this?! 

*At work*

While handing out the coffees to the recording crew, I spot my old boss. He sees me at the same time. "Kaiya! I would like to talk to you for a moment." Shit shit shit. Does he know I got drunk with the guys last night? I walk over to him like I'm not about to have a heart attack. 

"Is everything okay?" I ask with an innocent smile. 

"Yes, just perfect actually. The boys tell me you have been great help since you started working for them yesterday. I'm glad to here your skills are being fully appreciated." They talked me up to their manager? 

"Yes, I'm enjoying working with them so far. It's new but really fun." I say and he grins.

"Good to hear, keep up the good work." I bow and go to walk away but he says my name again. "I forgot to mention. The boys are getting into their clothes for the video. The designers aren't in today as it's the same outfit as yesterday and they think the boys can handle it but if you could give it a woman's touch making sure they're wearing it all correctly then that would be great." I feel myself tense on the thought of having to face them but smile and nod, heading right to the changing rooms. Okay so I kissed Jungkook and V. Everyone knows I kissed Jungkook but not V. And I... had sex with Jin. I'm not this kind of girl. This is not a situation I have ever even considered being in. 

I reach the changing room and knock on the door. "It's Kaiya, I'm here to help with your clothes." I say, waiting at the door. I'm thinking about just feigning ignorance and acting like none of it ever happened. But V knows I remember the kiss... too bad it's my only plan of action I can think of. The door opens and Jin is stood looking down at me.

"Hey, I didn't think we where going to have help with clothes today." He says leaning against the door.

"Manager said a girl's touch would be helpful and their are no designers here today. But if you don't want any help I can go - " Jin takes hold of my hand.

"Not at all. A 'girl's touch' could be nice." He says and smiles. Why did I say 'girl's touch'?! It sounds sexual. Ugghh. Jin leads me in. Once the door is closed behind me, all the guys look at me, stopping as they have half put on jackets and bandannas. I give a little smile.

"You seem to have this all under control but I'm just here if you need any help." I say and I see Jungkook out the corner of my eye pull at his buttoned up shirt so it comes undone. 

"Actually, as you're here, these buttons are so tiny. Can you give me a hand?" He walks up to me with his chest showing and I'm mad at myself for getting butterflies in my stomach. I see the guys give him a glare, also having seen what he'd done.

"Sure." I pull on his jacket so he comes a little closer so I can do his buttons. I know what he's doing but if I pretend not to, then maybe I can get through the day. I start from the bottom so I  don't have to make eye contact. I work my way up. "How many buttons do you want left undone?" I ask stopping, leaving three undone.

"Well you choose, what do you think is hottest?" He asks with a little cheeky grin. I do up another button, leaving two open. 

"I think that looks good." I smile sweetly and fix his collar before stepping back. His expression changes to somewhat sad. I think he's starting to think that I don't remember our kiss or that it was a one time thing. As much as I would love for it to happen again, it just can't. I turn and look at the guys. They quickly turn away, poorly hiding that they were watching us. "Whoa Jimin, you aren't actually going to wear them like that, are you?" I ask walking up to him, shocked he tucked his trousers into his socks.