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You're The American? - 39

October 28, 2019
(Aubrey's POV)

I wake up in Nam-joon's arms, in his bed, in his room.

I walk down stairs with a hangover and start mixing my grandmother's hang over drink.

I hear groaning and see Sun-hee waddle into the kitchen clutching her pumb at the corner of my eye.

I turned to her full of concern. "Is the baby ok?" I ask.

"Yeah, just a few Braxton Hicks, they'll pass in a bit. Are those for you and the girls?" Sunhee refered to the glasses I gad set up on tge counter.

"Yeah and the boys too they have a busy day today so I have to get dressed soon." I pour the mix into eleven glasses and grab two glasses before going upstairs.

I open the door with my elbow and walk in placing the glasses on the sied table to wake up Nam-joon.

I crawl on the bed and stradle Nam-joon's lap over the duvet.

"Get up!" I start bouncing to wake him up.

"Five more minutes mom." Nam-joon complained.

"Get out of this damn bed right now before I kick your ass out of the bed." I threten.

"Can't it's my bedroom... and it's my house come to think of it." Nam-joon challanged me.

"I will throw your hangover cure on your head." I change my threat.

"And then you can clean the sheets." Nam-joon smirked.

I yank the duvet down as I get off him and he wraps me in it like a sausage as he comes over to straddle me.

I notice he had slept shirtless last night and I couldn't stop my mind from wondering back to our amazing sex.

"What you thinking about?" Nam-joon took a sip of his drink whilst still straddling me.

"Get off I'm over heating. " I giggle pushing him back to the bed and ignoring his question.

"Come on you got a busy day ahead of you." I slap his thigh and stand up with my drink.

"You might want to put a scarf on, you got hikies." Nam-joon smirked proudly.

"You asswhole." I ran to get my conciler but I was all dried out.

"Shit! scarf it is then, Aubrey." I think to myself before going to my closet back in my room to grab my: blue jeans; white, floral corset top and navy blazer.

I head into my pile of handbags, shoes and scarfs and bick out my Orange handbag, matching orange heels and even maching orange scarf.

I get dressed and meet the girls down stairs who were saying goodbye to the boys.

"Bloody hell Aubrey! Are you that cold?" Kwan asked.

"Only I have a right to be hot and cold." Sun-hee joked refering to her pregnancy.

I pull the scarf down a bit revealing Nam-joon's hikie.

"Oh shit." Ara giggled. "Sorry it's not funny, this is serious, bad Nam-joon." Ara pretended to scold Nam-joon.

"She loved it." Nam-joon smirked but instantly yelped in pain as Seok-jin's hand connected with the back of his head.

"Aww, Jonnie." I baby, cuddling Nam-joon into my chest and smoothing down his hair.

"You'll make a good mum." Nam-joon pulled back keeping a hand on my tummy.

"Are you pregnant already?" Jung-kook asked.

"We won't know for a couple more days but we might be." I sigh.

"I'm gonna kill you Nam-joon!" Seok-jin roared.

"And leave our baby fatherless?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Well when you put it that way... good luck to the three of you." Seok-jin gave in.

"May you be happy and healthy." Jung-kook hugged me.

"Right, we got to go, the minibus just arived." Ji-min clapped his hands together getting our attention.

The girls had left whilst I was talking to Seok-jin and Jung-kook so the boys and I pile into the minibus but this time we don't spread out as much.

Jung-kook sat with Seok-jin, Ji-min sat with Ho-seok, Yoon-gi sat with Tae and Nam-joon sat with me at the back.

"It's so cold outsied." I complaine as I wrap my arms around myself tightly.

Nam-joon wrapped his warm arms around me pulling my back against his sculpted chest.

I lean my head back resting it on the shoulder closest to me and Nam-joon rests his chin on my shoulder that was furthest away from him.

I heared snorring and quickly realized he had fall asleep using me as both a pillow and a blanket. If we are pregnant I'm sure I'll have to do night shifts.

I must have fell asleep to because the next thing I rember is being shaken awake by my mattres AKA Nam-joon.

"Late night you two?" Ho-seok teased.

"Bro, she's my cousin." Ji-min hit Ho-seok's chest lightly.

We climb out of the mini bus and I walk the boys towards hair, make-up and wardrobe for their photoshoot.

Seok-jin and Jung-kook's mother, Jung Min-hee, was talking to our father.

"Eomma yeogiseo mwo haeyo? (Mum what are you doing here?)" Jung-kook asked just as shocked as the rest of us.

"I sajin chwal-yeong-eseo meikeueob atiseuteulo ilhago issseubnida. (I'm working as a make-up artist on this photoshoot.)" Min-hee answered.

"Johseubnida. yeppeuge mandeullyeomyeon modeun doum-i pil-yohabnida. (Good we're going to need all the help we can get to make that pretty.)" I tease awkwardly refering to Jung-kook's face.

"Geuligo dangsin-eun nugu-ibnikka? (And who are you?)" Min-hee was rued to me.

"Naneun Sang Aubrey Blackwell, naneun geudeul-ui josu-ibnida. (I'm Sang Aubrey Blackwell, I'm their assistant.)" I cross my arms and followed the boys to hair, make-up and wardrobe.

"Geulaeseo dangsin-eun migug-in-ibnida? (So you're the American?)" Min-hee guessed.

"Mueosgwa bandaelo? (As opposed to what?)" I huff.

"Gei adeul. (The gay son.)" Min-hee rolled her eyes.

"Sasil jeoneun migug-in sambun-ui il, itaeli sambun-ui il, hangug-in sambun-ui il ibnida. (Actually I'm one third American, one third Italian and one third Korean.)" I snap. "Geuligo geugeos-eun dangsin-i malhaneun nae dongsaeng-ibnida. (And that's my brother you are talking about.)" I narrow my eyes at her.

"Leave it Aubrey, it's not worth it." Jung-kook placed his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down but I yanked it out of his grasp.

Suddenly a hand clapped down on my other shoulder and I instantly looked back at Nam-joon with puppy dog eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Jung-kook is right." Nam-joon pulled me into a hug.