BTS's Assistant

Sorry Nam-joon - 21

October 24, 2019
(Nam-joon's POV)

That interview dragged on forever and at the end they expected us to perform so we performed "Blood Sweat and Tears" live for them.

Another K-pop band performed right after us, they were gonna do their interview after BTS. And then Hana's own band were signing her off.

One of the member's name made me do a double take Sang Elijah Blackwell, as in Aubrey's brother, as in her gay brother.

I look around back stage for a while, trying to find my manager, when I finally do he had his back turned to a monitor and a small girl about four years old was tugging on his suit jacket, she must be Zeraphina.

"Naneun gil-eul ilh-eossda. naneun appaleul wonhanda. (I'm lost. I want my daddies.)" She cried.

My manager continued to ignore her so I went to her side croutching down to her level. "dangsin-eunhaeyahabnida Zeraphina? (You must be Zeraphina?)" I ask.

"Dangsin-eun eotteohge al su issseubnikka? (How do you know?)" She pouts adorably.

"Ne eommaleul al-a. (I know your mommy.)" I smile kindly.

"Dangsin-eun uimiiss-eo. (You're mean.)" She crossed her arms at me giving me an adorably grumpy face.

"Naega mwol hangeoji? (What did I do?)" I ask.

"Chungbunhan chaeting Nam-joon jib-e gal sigan-ida. (Enough chatting Nam-joon It's time to go home.)" My manager interupts our conversation.

Reluctantly I go with him to the waiting car. Why am I not alowed to talk to her? I know their not talking to Elijah but Zeraphina is inocent in all this, she shouldn't be ignored.

"Naega mwol hangeoji Ssi Sang Young? (What did I do Mr Sang Young?)" I repeat.

"Aubrey dangsin-ui gahogham-eulo ulgo jib-egassseubnida. (Aubrey went home crying because of your harshness.)" My manager spoke the truth bluntly but propably not as blunt as me.

"Hyun-joong jib-e issgo, geuneun beollega doel su-issda Aubrey. (Hyun-joong is at home, he could be bugging Aubrey.)" Seok-jin worried and It's then it hit me.

Aubrey was alone at home with her old abuser. "Geugeos-e deulaibeo dangye! (Driver step on it!)" I order.

Jungkook clung onto the seat infront of us for dear life as we spead off. "Wae geuleohge gingeubhangayo? (Why is it such an emergency?)" He screwed his eyes shut.

"Man-yag Aubrey geunyeoga dangsin-ege malhal geos-ilago algo sip-eoyo. Dangsin-ege malhaneun geos-eun je sa-eob-i anibnida. (If Aubrey wants you to know she'll tell you, it's not my business to tell you.)" I answer honestly.

I wasn't prepared for what greeted me at home. I ran up to my room where I susbected she would be hieding but the door was blocked.

A few silent seconds past and I could hear sniffling from the other sied of the door.

"Aubrey please let me in." I beg.

"Why should I? So you can humiliate me some more?" She suggested.

"No, I'm sorry I was harsh. Please open the door and let me in so I can see you're alright." I beg again.

Finally the door opens and I can see half her face, the other half still covered by the door.

"I'm not "alright" Nam-joon, the way you crushed those rumors was burtal." She sniffed.

I saw a red mark shaped like a hand on her wrist and instantly push the door the rest of the way open so I could see what she was hieding.

And there it was, her black eye. "I'll kill him." I grumble as I set off towards her room. "Meongcheong a! (You asshole!)" I roar as I punch the living day lights out of him.

(Aubrey's POV)

I could here Nam-joon and Hyun-joong fighting down the corridor but I didn't care how much he protected me from my ex-boyfriend right now because he, intentional or acidentaly, hurt me aswell.

I whip out my phone suddenly rembering I got one of the guys, who baught me a drink's, number.

I text him and ask him out, I never gave him mine so I had to describe my outfit on the night in the text so he knew wich one I was though I'm pretty confident that night I was just another conquest for him.

I was going to make Nam-joon regret hurting me and I was going to remined Hyun-joong of what he saw in me in the first place.

After he confirmed the time and place I get dressed in: a pink bodycon dress; black heels; black leather jacket and black clutchbag.

I got out my Make Up For Ever Full Cover Concealer and start to conceal my black eye, my red marck and my tattoo, sorry Mi-cha.

I step out of Nam-joon's bedroom and see all seven boys stare at me. "Wow! Where are you going all dressed up?" Seok-jin asked.

"I have a date." I say coldly.

"Aubrey?" Nam-joon looked at me almost in tears at my words.

"Sorry Nam-joon but you don't own me, you never did, maybe in another life but not this one, I can't keep getting hurt by you." I tear up and leave before I ruin my make up.

"You know the drill boys." I shake my mobile as I step into his car.

"You live with them?" He asked.

"Yes, it's my job, I'm their personal assistant." I explain.

"You look stunning by the way." He smirked.

"Thanks you don't look too bad yourself." I tease.