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No Funny Business - 41

October 28, 2019
(Nam-joon's POV)

"Looks like we're going on a road trip to Deokjeokdo tomorrow." Aubrey smiled up at me, I still felt freezing as we continued to walk.

"Sorry, what?" I was confused about what Aubrey was talking about.

"You know I told you that I need to talk to my grandfather before I did anything?" Aubrey stopped to ask me privetly.

"Yeah, what about it?" I answer with another question.

"I was just on the phone with his secretary, Bo-young, she sceduald a meeting for me to see my grandfather tomorrow, he lives in Deokjeokdo and he usually likes me to spend the night at his mansion." Aubrey explained.

"I over heared you on the phone, she called you Lady Aubrey, what was that about?" I furrow my brow.

"My propper title is Lady Sang Aubrey Blackwell of Sang Manor house in Deokjeokdo." Aubrey shyed away.

"You're a real Lady?" I clarafied as we started walking again.

"Yes, my grandfather thought it would help protect my reputation after I left his company, so he gifted me his manor house in Deokjeokdo and the title of Lady of the manor." She lowered her head.

"Protect your reputation?" I cock my head to one sied.

"Look, you'll find out a lot of things about me that you won't like during this visit, one of them is what my job was from the age of 19 till I left at 21 years old to go work for my father." She sighed.

"What did you do before that?" I was curious about what Aubrey did after leaveing High School.

"I was in training for BlackPink from the age of 16 till they dropped me at the age of 17, I started trying to be a suragant after my 18th birthday and also started college." She filled me in as we were still walking.

"Where is this damn location?" Jung-kook complained.

"So what was your job?" Seok-jin asked ignoring Jung-kook's complaining.

"I was a bar maid and a dancer at my grandfather's underground bar in his mansion." She looked away shamefully.

"Hey it's ok, you had to make ends meet to pay back your father." I hug her.

She was so warm I didn't want to let go but I knew I had to.

"Okay boys we're here." Mr Sang Hwan clapped his hands together.

Yoon-gi was bagging his feat on the ground and rubbing his hands together as he blew on them to keep himself warm.

"Meonjeo Nam-joon. (First up Nam-joon.)" The photographer called out. "Joh-a, koteu beos-eo. (Okay, take off your coat.)" The photographer ordered.

I reluctantly took my coat off and gave it to Aubrey. She looked at me with sheer concern so I gave her a small smile.

God I wish she could wrap her warm arms around me right now.

"Nun-e nuwojuseyo. (Lie in the snow please.)" The photographer requests.

"Joh-a, naneun igeos-e peulleogeuleul dang-gigoissda. Igeon michin appa ya, i sonyeondeul-i eol-eo butneun geos-eul bol su eobsni? (Okay, I'm pulling the plug on this. This is crazy dad, can't you see these boys are freezing?)" Aubrey intervined.

"Geunyang bwa Nam-joon's ibsul, geuui ibsul-eun palahda. Puleun! (I mean just look at Nam-joon's lips, his lips are blue. Blue!)" Aubrey raised her voice.

"Geudeul-eun bunhongsaeggwa ttatteushago budeuleowo yahabnida! Daesin geudeul-eun palahgo chagabgo gallajyeossda. (They're meant to be pink and warm and soft! Instead they're blue and cold and cracked.)" I thought she was getting a bit carried away and was going to blow our cover.

"Jeoche-onjeung-i saeng-gil geobnida, Ji-min gwa Nam-joon yeojeonhi geudeul-ui pilo-eseo wanjeonhi hoebogdoeji anh-assseubnida. (They're going to get hypothermia, Ji-min and Nam-joon still haven't fully recovered from their exhaustion.)" Abubrey pointed out.

"Eoje geuui teuwis-eulo bol su issseubnida. Dangsin-eun un-i johda Young bogo iss-eossda Nam-joon's eoje bam teuwis. (I can see that by his tweets last night. You're lucky Young was watching Nam-joon's tweets last night.)" Mr Sang Hwan fired back.

"Nae saeng-il ieoss-eoyo (It was my birthday.)" Aubrey rolled her eyes as she defended herself.

"Saeng-il-ina teuwis-i eobs-seubnida "Daseos myeong-ui aleumdaun sonyeodeulgwa mangchiji." heoyongdoeji anhseubnida! dul da "Nan-i yeojaleul salanghae. 😍" geuligo nae ttal-ui sajin !! (Birthday or not tweets like "Getting hammered with five beutiful girls." Is not acceptable! Neither is "I love this girl. 😍" and a photo of my daughter!!)" Mr Sang Hwan read my drunk tweets from last night.

Mr Sang Young must hacmve screen shot them and sent them to Mr Sang Hwan.

I still rember the photo I used, Aubrey was finally peacefully asleep in my arms in our bedroom and I couldn't help but take a photo, she looked so cute and peacefull and most of all happy.

My drunk ass must have tweeted it, thank god for Young or we'd all be done for.

"Geugeon nae jalmos-i aniya! (That wasn't my fault!)" Aubrey snapped as she pulled me into her arms wrapping the coat around me and rubbing my back roughly but not painfully so she could warm me up.

"Jongsoli yeoss-eoyo! Dangsin-eun geudeul-i sul-e chwihagehaessda! (Yes it was! You allowed them to get drunk!)" Hwan roared.

"Nae jalmos-iya geunyeoneun gyeolko sul-eul masilago gang-yohaji anh-assda. Sasil naneun geunyeoege sul-eul kkeunh-eulago malhaneun geos-i geob-i nassdago saeng-gaghanda. (It was my fault Sir. She never forced me to drink, in fact I think it was intimidating for her to tell us to stop drinking.)" I defend as Aubrey began to blow hot hair on my neck.

I nearly moaned at the sensation of her hot breath on my cold neck but I kept my cool or cold.

"Dangsin-eun ibeon-e geugeos-eul meollihajiman naneun yeohaeng-e jaemiissneun sa-eob-eul wonhaji anh-eumyeo dangsin-eun dasi tteugeobge boineun sungan-i sajin chwal-yeong-eul mamulihago issseubnida. (You get away with it this time but I want no funny business on your trip and you are finishing this photoshoot the minute you look hot again.)" Hwan gave up.