The sigh that escaped (Y/N)'s dry and cracked lips was slow, as if her brain needed time to process new informations of who the Kims really are. Based on Yoonah's short description, there are three Kim brothers. Her best friend never disclosed their names nor their personalities, but she did distinguish what their professions are.

The eldest brother, which (Y/N) sadly met under terrible circumstances, Kim Seokjin, ran a multimillion— about to enter the billion— hospital chains around South Korea. But rumor has it he's currently working to extend his partnership with the American and Canadian health ambassadors to open more hospitals.

The second eldest brother, the man Yoonah met with at the ball, is as successful as his oldest brother. Running the stock market and South Korea's main economy at the tip of his fingertips, the male is known for his blunt, dull and flat personality for he has no interests in other human beings other than himself, though Yoonah could say otherwise. His name? (Y/N) doesn't know; she isn't too keen meeting an intimidating business man who could crush her with just his gaze.

And the last one... he's known to be the underdog of the family. Rumors circulated of the youngest's behavior: sleeping around with any men and women, using his older brother's names to enter clubs or high-end restaurants, and other questionable things. Yoonah never saw him around when visiting Namjoon's buildings or Seokjin's hospitals so making assumptions of what the youngest's job is undeniably a difficult task.

(Y/N)'s eyes remained fixed on the corner Seokjin disappeared, lost in thought before snapping out of her dazed state. Before her tiny hands could wrap itself around the handles of her luggages, Hoseok insisted that other maids of lower ranking can take care of it.

"Due to your friend's great persuasive talent, she convinced Namjoon to hire you as our assistant," Hoseok began his little 'orientation' speech, "As I've said earlier, there are seven boys living in this household and the assistant that took care of us was one of the finest one we've had and I expect you to be the same. Yoonah informed Namjoon, which Namjoon informed me since he sees me as his right winged man, that you've worked multiple jobs. Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct. The sound of me having multiple jobs, in my opinion gives a negative connotation that I might've been bad at them or have been fired, but I chose to resign because those didn't represent my worth."

"Mmm," Hoseok nodded his head, "you've handled tempers of customers in a restaurant, lecherous actions of men and women in bars, daunting tasks assigned by your superiors in an office building, and so much more. Yoonah didn't fail to mention that not only your work ethics are incredible, she also mentioned about your caring persona. It's a great asset to have, especially when seven men who are overworking themselves; we often forget to take care of ourselves so having you around might be an amazing addition to our lives."

(Y/N) couldn't help, but to blush at his sentiment.

'I can't let them and Yoonah down. Hoseok barely met me and he's already holding me with so much responsibilities, but it's alright. Nothing is ever easy. This job provides food, shelter, and more money unlike other jobs; I've found my worth here.'

"Now that my little speech is done," he smiles gently. "I want you to at least meet some of the others before I leave you alone."

"Thank you, Hoseok. Really..." (Y/N) fiddled with her fingers. "I find your welcoming atmosphere quite relaxing. For all I know, right now might be the calm before the storm considering the responsibilities I'll be having, but I'll persevere through it! I'm glad that I'll be working for you."

"Cheerful jewel," Hoseok chuckles and pinched her soft cheeks. He offers his arm, "shall we?"

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"You'll be collecting laundry for all of the seven boys every single day and pass them to other maids, but you'll be assigned schedules to clean specific rooms everyday as well as take extra orders," the couple stop in front of a door, "and this is the first room you'll clean. Make sure to change his bed sheets everyday, when you collect his laundry of course."

(Y/N) knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. "May I ask why? ...does he have an obsession of staying clean?"

"No not really. Just make sure to never use black light around his room," he commented, earning a confused stare from the girl.

Upon realization the meaning behind his words, her eyes expanded.

"And I'll wear gloves, thank you very much."

Hoseok chuckles loudly. Resisting the urge to ruffle the new comer's hair, Hoseok stood idly, closely watching the way (Y/N) cupped her red cheeks to hide her flustered state.

He began feeling a certain type of warmth when she blushed. When he looked at her, it was as if the air he'd been breathing has been taken away from his lungs. It's been quite some time he looked at someone so fondly before. 'Ugh what's wrong with me?' he shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of these unusual feelings and thoughts. 'Maybe not having an old lady as an assistant is taking a toll in me.'

Brushing everything aside, Hoseok gestures the female to knock the door. (Y/N) balled her hand into a fist, using her knuckles to knock gently against the surface of the door, producing a hollow echo at each contact her hands made with the wooden structure. She looks back at Hoseok who's silently playing a mischievous grin.

"Who dare wake me?" A male with an electric blue hair opens the door, his eyes still half open, indicating he'd just woken from his slumber, even if it's already 12:00 pm in the afternoon. "And suddenly I'm awake with energy."

"Wha—"

"My name's Kim Tae Hyung. What's yours?" The female remained frozen for a second, trying to decipher why this name sounded oddly familiar. As she looks at his body language that exudes the definition of strong sexuality, her mind clicked.

'2 Kims down, 1 to go.'

"K-Kim Tae-Taehyung?"

"Well then, I didn't expect someone to have the same name as me. In a matter of fact, a male name with a woman's body? Transgender? Are you perhaps a transgender? I'm happy to accept you!"

"Huh?! Oh no! I'm a girl! I'm a girl!" She repeats, desperately trying to change the motion of the situation. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I'm the new assistant hired by your brother! Hoseok wanted to meet you—"

Taehyung glances to his right, seeing his older acquaintance standing in the sideline with a grin on his face. Taehyung snickers, loosing his interest in a flick of a wrist. He went back inside of his room without muttering anymore words, leaving the dumbfounded female standing with a perplexed expression as well as questioning Hoseok the reason of Taehyung's strange behavior.

"What was that about?" She inquires.

"Nothing, it's just Taehyung being Taehyung. We particularly don't get along because of an incident that happened two weeks ago where I put a live snake in his drawers where he kept his toys— you know what, never mind," Hoseok nervously chuckles.

"T-Toys? Should I even ask about that?"

"Nope!"

Hoseok's phone dinged from his pocket, signaling he just received a message. "Oh darn it... I wanted to be with you while you meet with the others, but I have to go," he sighs, "I forgot to mention. Since you're our assistant, you room is basically right next to our's so go straight— the last room to the right will be yours. I'm sure that your furnitures and belongings will be inside. See you (Y/N)!"

"See you Hoseok!"

"Call me Hobi instead! We're going to be spending a lot of time together so might as well," he winked.

"Okay Hobi, see you!" She waves, watching his form disappear among the hallways of the mansion.

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"This by far is going to be the most interesting job I'll ever have," (Y/N) sighs as she approaches her new room. Twisting the knob of the door in slow motion to add a dramatic effect, (Y/N) drank the details of her new sleeping quarters she'll be spending, possibly, for the rest of her days.

Scanning her eyes upon the untidy boxes, luggages, and furnitures, a certain detail caught most of her attention.

The female stared at the boy that had popped out from underneath the covers. His smooth silky white skin shines bright against the streaks of sun beaming down on him. He moves the covers that protected his body, revealing his perfectly toned abs towards the girl.

He looks so beautiful.

(Y/N)'s tongue refused to muster any coherent words. The male analyzed the female with little to no interest before proceeding to lay his heavy head down in a relaxed demeanor all while maintaining a half-assed eye-contact with the original owner of the room. He heavily groans, annoyed that this woman— whoever the fuck she is— wakened him from his precious slumber.

(Y/N) could feel her heart pounding against her chest, veins pulsing with blood at a faster rate.

'Is it because I haven't seen a man half naked for so long??'

"Th-this is suppose to be my room. I'm the new assistant here." (Y/N) pointed at her settled belongings at the side of the room as a proof to support her claim.

"Oh great," he rolls his eyes mockingly. "I'm one of the seven owners and since you're my new assistant, get out of the fucking room before my patience wears off you twat."

The male, realizing the words he'd just said, shoots up from the bed. Being low of energy most of the time, Yoongi barely notice the insensitive words that comes out of his mouth. The people in the household had grown accustomed to his speech patterns because they knew he held no ill intentions behind them.

Finding no stamina to explain himself, he sighed. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Min Yoongi," he lazily answers.

"Is there a specific name would you want me to address you by?"

"Yoongi's fine, unless you have a master kin-"

"Alright Yoongi," (Y/N) steps backwards to relieve herself from the atmosphere. Her eyes wondered at his tousled thick and lustrous silver hair. His eyes, flecks of metallic light dancing around his iris, gave a hypnotizing glare, one that could freeze you if you stare long enough. And his face... strong and defined, yet soft at the same time, captivated (Y/N). "With all due respect, when will you be able to... uh leave? I need to organize my belongings."

"Just go sleep in my room for now, it's just in front of this one. Your bed is too comfortable for me to move." The boy grumbles before lifting his heavy hand and pointed at the door for (Y/N) to leave. "You're disturbing my sleep."

Finding this conversation no longer of his interest, Yoongi disregarded (Y/N) as he etches the soft blankets he managed to dig out from (Y/N)'s boxes around his body.

"By the way," Yoongi's voice alarmed the girl. "I might join you in my bed tonight when I get tired of this one."

"How do you even get tired of a bed?" (Y/N) belted, clutching into her shirt in defense.

Yoongi smiles before letting his body relax once again.

"Goodnight (Y/N)."

"It's 1 in the afternoon!"

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Who's ready for (Y/N) to meet our last sin? Sadly, it won't be another chapter to make it extra special haha

—France💛💛