Blood Sweat & Tears: A BTS Story ✅

Chapter 3: The Dream

This is when I realize why I had to sign a nondisclosure agreement. Being their assistant is going to make me privy to private information, and I have to keep it to myself. No matter how much I want to post it on Tumblr or weverse and freak out with fellow ARMY, I have to keep it to myself.

Namjoon sort of looks at me after he puts his arm around Jimin, kind of giving me the stink eye that means: don't fuck with me or my boyfriend or I'll kill you. 

I try to convey with my eyes that everything is totally chill, I'm super down with all types of love. His eyes ease his narrowing only by a fraction.

Mr. Lee comes over and hands me a small stack of papers.

"This is their schedule for the day. You will be accompanying them on all excursions and will report to the house tomorrow at 9 am."

Tomorrow is Saturday.

"Okay..."

"The address is programmed into your phone already. Please do not use that phone or iPad for anything other than business and vice versa. The last thing we need is another hack."

And with that, we're off.

We head down to the basement garage which I didn't even know existed, and all pile into a giant black van. A driver and Mr. Lee in the front, and me and the boys in the back. I'm squished in a middle seat next to Jin and Jungkook in the middle aisle. The boys are either talking amongst themselves or listening to music/humming. I'm furiously reading through the schedule trying to figure out what I'm going to need to prepare myself for.

I find this to be one of the weirdest jobs I've ever had the pleasure of attempting. Usually, there is someone to train you, show you the ropes. But here at Big Hit Entertainment, they seem to think it's a fine idea to practically throw you to the wolves and hope you come out alive.

The high pitched sound of adoring fans screaming as our car leaves the gates is new for me. One mass of people screaming and crying is a beautiful but terrifying sight.
None of the boys seem fazed by it at all.

Someone taps me on the shoulder.

"I'm Jungkook," he holds out his hand, "I didn't formally introduce myself. Welcome to the team, I hope you stay for a while." 

I shake his hand, "Rose—"

"When you bloom, like roses, when you flutter, like cherry blossoms," he sings.

My mouth sort of hangs open for a second.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

"Jungkook, don't scare her off we've only just got a new assistant. It's only her first day." Jin scolds, like the older brother he is.

He turns to me, "We are headed to an interview for one of the local channels to promote our new album coming out soon," he points to different spaces on the schedule with some Korean words I am unfamiliar with, "then we go to a meeting with a clothing brand, and then we have rehearsal."

I nod my head along with that he says, understanding the words that I was confused with before.

"What are you rehearsing for?" I flip through the schedule thinking something will be coming up, but it doesn't go past the weekend and there isn't any sort of performance scheduled.

"We have to rehearse in order to keep up our voices. It's a muscle and you have to exercise it." Jungkook cuts in.

I nod, taking some notes to help me remember their habits and schedules for the future.

"Don't be nervous, you'll do great," Namjoon says from behind me in the car, patting my shoulder.

"Let's just hope she lasts longer than the last one," Tae says under his breath. Or at least that's why I think he says, his voice is so low I'm not sure I heard him right.