BTS's Assistant

Cool Off - 1 •

(A/N Other than the dates anything in italics will be the characters speaking english)

October 20, 2019
(Aubrey's POV)

Dressed in my: navy blue dress; nude heels; nude handbag and nude blazer I click my way down the hallway of Big Hit Entertainment's studio to the board room.

I finally enter the board room to have seven young men, around my age, stareing straight at me.

"You sent us a thirty eight year old personal assistant?" 26-year-old Min Yoon-gi looked me up and down whilst talking to his manager.

"I'm 22 for your information, Mr Min Yoon-gi." I grumble.

"My name's Miss Aubrey Blackwell." I inform the boys.

"I don't speak much Korean so I would appreciate if you talked English with me." I request.

"However if you start bad mouthing me in Korean I will know." I cross my arms.

"How?" 22-year-old Jeon Jung-kook asked.

"Because I'm half Korean, right dad?" I look at Yoon-gi's manager AKA my father, Sang Hwan.

"Right Princess." Father smiles proudly at me before glearing at Yoon-gi.

"I'm sorry sir but she dressed like a 50-year-old." Yoon-gi apologized.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to her." Father orderd.

"I'm sorry Aubrey." Yoon-gi bowed his head in apology to me.

"It's fine, I know I dress older than I am but it is to look professional, I can assure you when I'm out of the office I will dress more appropriately for my age." I inform.

"For somone who claims they're bad at Korean you're pretty good." 25-year-old Kim Nam-joon interjects.

"I never said I was bad I just said I don't speak much Korean. My mother's American but my father is Korean so I learn from him. But thank you anyway for the compliment." I smile.

"You're welcome but it was more of a comment than a compliment." Nam-joon bites his lip awkwardly because I got the wrong end of the stick.

"Boys, Aubrey will be moving in with you." Dad dropped the bomb on both me and the boys.

"Excuse me!" I yell. "How could you spring this on me?!" I huff.

"I'm sorry princess, I didnt know it was such a big deal." Dad defends.

"Big deal! Dad I need to be brifed on theese things. You're throwing me into a house with seven strangers, you might as well feed me to a pack of wolves!"

"It's not that bad, stop being over dramatic and start being profesional, your acting like a child." Dad got harsh with me.

"I need to go cool off. Send me the details of the house later, this information sheet has my phone number my home adress and e-mail address." I grumble and walk away.