Deal

I knew he was hot, if a guy had that kind of body and voice, of course, he'd have a face to match.

But who would have thought I straddled a freaking god. He was almost ethereal, too aesthetically beautiful for this world. His creamy complexion shone against the harsh lights lining the room, the layer of perspiration coating his skin highlighted the sharp angles of his face. His eyebrows were softened in surprise, his face slightly slack. The nose, that was vaguely big for his face but somehow fit perfectly, sat a few centimeters above soft pink lips which were loosely parted, exposing a portion of pearly white teeth.

He blinked slowly, his thick lashes fanning across his cheeks. The obsidian dark eyes, glittering with a swirl of emotion with a constant underlayer of mischief, pierced into my own pair of light brown eyes.

"Oh god, why'd you have to be hot," I whispered a dark tone etching into my voice.

"Do you two know each other?" Came an animated voice, so energetic I think steroids were somehow injected into it. I tear my eyes away from the doe-like eyes, in the man who looked like he was literally shining, I almost had to squint to look at him directly.

His smile was brighter than my future.

"Yeah, I sa-" I was abruptly caught off when a large hand covered my mouth and a muscular arm snaked around my waist, lifting me up with ease. A startled cough broke against his palm and I felt him recoil against my back.

"No, Hobi Hyung, we never met before," he chuckled awkwardly dragging me toward the door.

"Mmmhh meh mhhhnn!" I yelled voice muffled.

"You usually sweep girls you never met off their feet," I quipped sarcastically when he let go of me.

In the next second, I blinked he was five feet away from me, bowing repeatedly.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he kept mumbling, staring at my feet.

"It's okay, stop bowing," I murmured, discomfort making my body itch. His eyes were wide, face completely tense, it was almost as if his head was receding into his shoulders. Was he.... scared?

"Uh, are you alright?" I took a step closer to him and he took one back, gulping audibly.

Oh shoot, did he think I was going to jump him again, even worse, that I was stalking him!

"I'm not going to jump you again! That was completely accidental, there was a dog and I called it a bitch and she, well it was a he actually, ran into the path of this car, so I went to save it, but you were coming out of that dance studio-" I blabbered frantically, my hands moving rapidly, as if that would make him understand better.

"I'm not a stalker either, my mom she found my resume and thought to send me here, I don't even know how I was chosen or anything, much less what this job is! Everything is purely coincidental, I'm not a stalker I swear," My voice rose a few octaves as I ranted vehemently, my eyes the size of saucers.

He scuffed at the floor with his shoe pouting, like a guilty puppy. He cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his head, the same way Jae does when he does something stupid. A frown rose upon my lips, eyebrows furrowing. I stepped closer and he stepped back again, but this time I kept walking until his back pressed up against the wall. His doe-like eyes met mine then quickly snapped away as he swallowed.

"Are you... scared of me?"

"N-no, of course not," he stuttered, still staring at his feet. I quirked an eyebrow.

"Really, then look me in the eyes and tell me that." I don't know where all this courage was coming from, and I don't know if I really appreciate it.

"So, why didn't we want the men in there to know we've met before?" I asked, changing the subject, I knew that if he's scared of me, he should get over it in his own time, I shouldn't rush it.

He grabbed the opportunity like he was a drowning man and this was his lifeline.

"I wasn't supposed to be out that night, especially at the studio," he spouted off, rubbing his hands on his blue jeans. That drew my attention.

"Why not?" I leaned back against the wall, slightly more comfortable now that he was talking to me.

"Um... it's a long story."

"Is it actually a long story or do you just not want to tell me?" I smiled to myself, I could feel him grow more comfortable with me, to the point where he was actually almost looking at me!

"It's actually a long story," he vocalized, his words more articulate now.

My eyes darted to the door and the loud sounds that kind of sounded like windshield wipers emitting from it.

"I don't think they'll be missing us anytime soon," it wasn't like I was needed, hell I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing.

He took a deep breath and began.

"Well first off my name is not Justin Seagull, it's Jeon Jungkook," for the first time he actually looked at me as if he was scoping for my reaction.

"Shocker," I snickered before I froze. Why did that name sound so familiar?

"As in from that one really sexy idol group! Like, the only dude Soo Ji had ever talked about! As in STD!" I broke into a fit of harsh coughing, from when I accidentally breathed in my spit in surprise. Wait, is he the one I'm supposed to be taking care of, I was too busy with the fact that I got a job that I didn't pay much attention.

"Yes...so you didn't recognize my face?"

"Yesterday I didn't have my glasses, and I'm really bad with faces, okay?" I mumbled.

"Anyway, I belong to a group called BTS, and the men in there are my group mates." I nodded my head for him to continue.

"Well, right before our tour, I started, um, overworking myself."

"What do you mean by overworking yourself," I whispered, scared to ruin the rhythm we had going.

"Um, practicing too much, not getting enough sleep or food, stuff like that," he fiddled with his fingers. My feet were starting to hurt by just standing here, it made me wonder what he had gone through.

"Well, on the day of the concert it all caught up to me and I collapsed on stage." His voice shook like a dry leaf in wind. I kept my eyes on him, watching his pink rose colored lips move as he told me his story. It gives me an odd sense of warmth to have someone tell me their story willingly like I'm helping even if all I can do is listen.

"I was sick for a bit but I'm better now, so I decided to continue working as I had before. The problem is that my management doesn't trust that I can take care of myself. So I'm on bed rest, but I've been sneaking out to practice. I got caught by my hyungs, and they think I've stopped practicing, but I didn't," he sighed and banged his head against the textured white walls. We somehow found ourselves on the floor our legs spread towards each other, only inches apart.

I had the sudden urge get closer, to breathe in his rain scent, to feel his warmth, to have our breath mingle. I shook my head, now is not the time for those thoughts.

"Then what happened," I said with an awkward shift of my legs, only speaking so I could break the chatter of the thoughts running through my head.

"So, Big Hit had the idea to get me a babysitter, find someone who would be paid to spend time with me under the phrase 'assistant.'" He gave me a look I didn't quite understand.

"So, I said I would only agree to it if I get to choose the person." He looked at me, really looked at me, it was almost like his inky eyes were bleeding into my soul, searching in the trenches of my past.

"I chose the person with the least amount of qualifications. Someone who was young, and had no experience, that way I can keep working as I had before."

"Me," I whispered, quelling the angry fire burning the inside if my throat.

"You," he whispered back, staring into his lap.

"So, basically you pulled an innocent person to manipulate them so you would be able to endanger your health?!" I was fuming, but I'm proud of how little my voice shook.

He sighed like he was just tired with everything, his shoulders sagging.

"Look, let make a deal," he started, his normally smooth voice growing rough. I peered at him warily, I had a feeling I won't like what he's going to say next.

"I need to do this, I can't disappoint the ARMY's, or my Hyungs, and I the only way I could do that is if you don't restrain me. You don't have to do anything, just stay home and get paid, okay. Let me work." The offer was good, fantastic even, in any other circumstances I might have even considered, but my pride had already withered into almost nothing, and I'm gonna keep what's left.

Not to mention his underlying words bouncing around in my head.

I don't need you. 

Soo Ji doesn't need me, Hanuel doesn't need me, not even my own mother needs me.

I'm don't care if he needs me or not, I'm going to stay anyway.

"I have a job to do too. I'm sorry if you don't want me, but I'm not so shameless to accept money without doing any work for it," my voice was steel. I already told Manager Sejin, when I need to do something I'll do it, and I never go back on my word.

"That's not what I meant I-"

I lifted a hand to cut him off.

"I'm staying and that's final, now I'm going to introduce myself to my new work colleagues, Boss."

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I needed holy water.

I tried to force the bad pick up lines out of my head but it's almost impossible.

Is that a mirror in your pants, because I see myself in them?

Somebody call the cops, it must be illegal to look that good.

I looked at one with literally the nicest butt I've ever seen.

Did you sit in sugar, because that's one sweet ass?

"I hate myself."

"What?"

 I snapped my head up and quickly shook my head.

"Oh, nothing," I laughed awkwardly.

"Um, I'm Park Aemin and I'm your new hire, so that's something."

"I'm Jin, worldwide handsome you know," he blew me a kiss and it took everything in me not to convulse and literally swoon. I mimed catching it press it against my heart, feeling particularly proud when a loud squeaky laugh tore from his plump pink lips, his impossibly broad shoulders shaking.

"Please don't encourage him. He's bad enough as it is," I heard a low monotonous voice coming from a half-asleep man. I smiled broadly and greeted the man politely.

"That's Min Yoongi, I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-hope," It was the sunshine boy who was talking. I was half tempted to snap a picture to post online and prove that angels do exist.

"Ignore them, they're kinda weird," I heard a bunch of "heys" and "Namjoon's."

"I'm Kim Namjoon, or RM, I'm the leader of the group," he flashed me a smile, complete with the most perfect pair of dimples I had ever seen. I think I should start making my will now, I'm going to die from the amount of sexiness that might suffocate me.

"Hi, I'm Jimin."

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

He smiled at me, his cheeks puffing up and his eyes turning into crescent moons.

Is he actually smiling at me or did the sun just rise?

"Mhmm," I hummed, still blinded the charisma, the boy can even rock light blue hair. Maybe I should tie my shoes so I don't end up falling for him.

"Hi, I'm V," I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the cutie in front of me to yet another cutie. His voice was so deep it was almost a slur. His hand was lifted in a 'V' sign, and my heart was stolen by the box-shaped smile lighting up his handsome face.

You know what?

Soo Ji and Hanuel can screw themselves I'm surrounded by seven hot boys.

Too bad the only one I dislike was about to open his mouth.

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