BTS's Assistant

Sneaky Wink and a Kiss - 19

October 24, 2019
(Aubrey's POV)

After Jung-kook and Nam-joon left I get dressed in: my black jeans; lilac corset top; lilac heels and black blazor.

I step out of the bathroom and go to get my lilac handbag from the box of clothes that I finally took out of my car whilst I was doing the boys' rooms but It wasn't in the mud room where I left it.

I narro my eyes at Nam-joon trying to figure out if he took it when Yoon-gi beamed victoriously.

"What did you do?" I turn to Yoon-gi agresivly.

"Nothing." He threw his hands up in the air defensivley.

"Really? You really wanna test me when I'm selfconcious and angry?" I question.

"Not really, Nam-joon took it to your room." Yoon-gi gave up.

"But it's not ready." I cock my head to the side.

"Oh sorry, Nam-joon's room which you slept in with him last night." Yoon-gi teased.

"Sh-Shut up!" I stutter embarestly.

"Did you even get much sleep Nam-joon? You look like shit." Ho-seok joined in.

"Shut up!" I cover my ears trying to block out the embarasment. "You have an interview to get to." I spoke over the seven seprate pairs of laughter.

I run up stairs to grab my handbag and fill it with tge boys waterbottles again before sliding down the banester to get down stairs.

"Please don't make our driver drive like a loonatic again." Jung-kook begged after I land greafully.

"We're not late so you're safe." I roll my eyes at Jung-kook before stepping out of the house and into the waiting car.

After we arive at the Television Studio we were directed by security to the stage of "Top K-pop Goss" the gossip talk show about all K-pop Idol drama.

All the boys get kitted out with a microphone and Nam-joon stugles with his battery pack so I go to help him but some how manage to get tangled in some wires until we're forced nose to nose.

If it was just us and the group I'd totaly kiss him right now but there's cameras everywhere and the girl with the bigest apitite for gossip is on the other side of a big, black menasing curtain of lies and half truths.

"What the heck did we do?" I giggle as I try to untangle us.

"Dangsin-i issseubnida Nam-joon. Naneun geogjeonghago iss-eossda. (There you are Nam-joon. I was getting worried.)" Nam-joon's manager AKA my uncle, Sang Young, crossed his arms at us.

"Samchon yongseo haejwo, Nam-joon baeteoli paeg-e eolyeoum-eul gyeokkgo iss-eossgo naega dowa julyeogo hal ttae eong kigedoeeossseubnida. (Forgive me uncle, Nam-joon was struggling with the battery pack and I kind of got tangled when I tried to help.)" I bow in a 90° angle in apology.

One thing you need to know is BTS is kind of a family affair.

First you have my uncle, Sang Young, who is Nam-joon's manager.

Secondly you have one of my cousin, Sang Jae-sung, who is Seok-jin's manager.

Thirdly you have my father, Sang Hwan, who is Yoon-gi's manager.

Forthly you have my other cousin, Kim Mee, who is Ho-seok's manager.

Fifth you have Mee's husband, Kim Gi, who is Ji-min's manager.

Sixth you have Jae-sung's wife, Sang Yeong, who is Tae-hyung's manager.

Last but not least you have Yeong's brother, Park Joon, who is Jung-kook's manager.

"Neoneun yongseo bad-assda Aubrey. Jeongmal dangsindo salangseuleoun keopeul-eul mandeul geos-ilago saeng-gaghabnida. (You're forgiven Aubrey. I really do think you too would make an adorable couple.)" My uncle coos.

"Cheos sigan dong-an uliwa hamkke Top K-pop Goss yuilhan salam-ida BTS. (Joining us for our first hour on Top K-pop Goss is the one and only BTS.)" The young, eight year old, Ri Hana introduced and the boys walked on stage.

Nam-joon was last and he gave me a sneaky wink and a kiss on the cheek.

"Good luck." I smile at him, he nods his head and disapears through the curtain so I go to watch the TV monitor.