BTS's Assistant

I'm Not Sorry Anymore! - 5

October 20, 2019
(Aubrey's POV)

"Before I turn in, what time do you wake up?" I ask Nam-joon after Seok-jin left.

"9:00am, why?" Nam-joon questions.

"Because that's when I get back in from my run, do you mind if I borrow your keys?" I answer with another question.

"Here, Yoon-gi had them made a while ago for our last assistant but they didn't live with us hense needing keys to come and go as they please." Nam-joon slid a pair of keys acros the desk. "I'm sure you'll figure them out." Nam-joon smirked and left.

"You know what? I'm not sorry anymore!" I huff and walk off to his room.

I sit on my bed and start reserching BTS favorite snacks from which I compile a shopping list.

My father e-mailed me BTS's time table whilst I was waiting for Nam-joon and I noticed they had dance practice over lunch so I thought it was my duty to make sure they have snacks.

October 21, 2019
I start to drift off with the list on my chest. I wake up at 6:00am and get dressed for my run in the same clothes as yesterday.

I grab my shopping list covered in drool and all wrinkled up from me tossing and turning, I also grab a shopping bag, my purse and my spare keys before leaveing the house at 6:30am.

Since I wanted to go shopping for BTS I cut my run shorter today so I can go to the Korean grosery store.

I jog into the store and grab seven packs of Banana Kick and seven packs of Choco Banana Kick because i didn't want any fighting.

I also spot water bottles so I grab seven, one pink for Nam-joon, one blue for Seok-jin, one black for Yoon-gi, one green for Ho-seok, one purple for Ji-min, one grey for Tae-hyung and one red for Jung-kook.

"Dangsin-eun gundaeleul meog-igo issseubnikka? (Are you feeding an army?)" The cashier asked me whilst laughing.

Techincaly I am feeding the ARMY by keeping BTS alive and well, which in turn is feeding their fangirling.

"Ani. (No.)" I laugh and leave.

I start runing back to the house before they realise i'm the girl from the magazine on their counter.

Hey, I might have missed out on hours of my run but this way I'm doing resistance training.

I stumble into the house dropping everything on the floor.

"And they call me the God of Destruction?" Nam-joon kneels infront of me and starts picking up the things I dropped.

Can anyone blame me if my mind wandered off to Nam-joon propsing to me at that moment?

"What's all this?" Nam-joon handed me the bag.

"Snack, if you behave at dance practice today." I spoke sternly.

"You're too good to us." Nam-joon placed his hands on his chest fake sooning.

"I don't want you getting hungry in practice, it's stupid putting it over lunch like that. Anyway I'm going to shower, where is it?" I hadn't noticed I was jogging on the spot until I noticed Nam-joon looking at my feet and folowed his gaze. "Sorry force of habit."

"Up the stairs turn right first door on your left." Nam-joon informed and I left.