BTS's Assistant

The Wolves - 3

October 20, 2019
(Aubrey's POV)
Mentaly drained after texting six men in Korean I take a seat on my bed.

Some how whilst texting I managed to change into my: dark denim, skinny jeans; navy blue blazer; floral corset top and orange heels

I walk, cearfully, down stairs with my suitcase to go grab my orange MK handbag before reaching for my keys by the door and heading to my car.

I place my suitcase in the boot and my handbag on the passanger seat before popping the postcode in my SatNav and driving off.

A few minutes later I pull up onto BTS's drive and pinch myself, most ARMY girls can only dream of living with BTS.

"Are you okay Aubrey?" Nam-joon stuck his head through my open window, I must have zoned out.

"I'm great! Thanks for speaking English with me, it's been a lot esier than trying to comunicate with the others in Korean." I smile.

"I'll have a word with them about that but I'll be around so anything you need translating just let me know." Nam-joon smiled akwardly at me.

"I better get out of the car." I giggle realiseing I hadn't moved.

I shut the window grab my handbag and head to the boot. The second the boot opens however Nam-joon grabs my suitcase.

"Ladies first, "the wolves" are dieing to see you again." Nam-joon teased me for my previous comment.

"What a gentelman." I step folward and walk towards the main door.

As I reach for the handel the door comes flying open. Yoon-gi was on the other side looking me up and down.

"Do I still look fifty?" I ask.

"N-no! Geunyeoneun aleumdabda. (She's beautiful.)" Something tells me I wasn't ment to understand that so I just blush as Nam-joon laughed.

"Geunyeoneun dangsin-i saeng-gaghaneun geosboda deo manh-eun geos-eul ihaehabnida, Yoon-gi. (She understands more than you think Yoon-gi.)" Nam-joon finally stopped laughing.

"Gwaenchanh-a Yoon-gi, mianhajiman dangsin-eun nae taib-i anieyo eojjaessdeun hyogwaga eobs-eul geos-ibnida. jeoneun migug-in-imyeo hangug-in-ibnida. (It's okay Yoon-gi, but I'm sorry You're just not my type. It wouldn't work anyway, I'm American and you're Korean.)" I laugh.

"Sorry Aubrey, I try speak English." Yoon-gi was doing pretty well for an English Learner.

"Well we've got some bulgogi (marinated beef barbecue) so let's get to eating." I bite my lip awkwardly at Seok-jin's meal choice.

"I'm vegitarian, I'm sorry I should have told you earlier, I'll order some kimbap (korean sushi roll)"

"I'll come with you to pick it up, Seoul is no place for a lady alone at night." Nam-joon offers.

"That's very kind but I could just get it delivered to the house." I inform.

"No! I mean, if you do that we risk an ARMY dropping off the pizza then they know where we live then it goes on social media and then everyone knows." Ji-min piched in.

"I'll let you eat your food first then, I'm gonna get settled in, which room will be my room?" I ask.

"Up the stairs turn left right infront of you on the end of the coridor I'm on your right and Yonn-gi is on the left." Nam-joon directed me.

With his directions in mind I head upstairs in serch of this spare bedroom.

Maybe whatever needs doing to it to get it ready I can help them with. However I wasn't prepared to see a games room behined my door.

"I told you it wasn't ready, but you'll need an office so congratulations now you have two rooms." Yoon-gi must have followed me.

"Yoon-gi wait!" I call after him. "You can have my office. This room will work just fine as my office and bedroom." I ensure.

"You know when they said don't bring work into the bedroom? This is what they ment." Nam-joon must have followed Yoon-gi.

"Go enjoy your food, I'll figure out how to make this room work." I smile brightly and they both leave.

This is gonna be harder than I thought. The room was tiny when you think I need to fit a desk and a bed in here.