Forces Working //BTS/Jimin Fanfic//

First Day? Or Anniversary?

Sunday-March 10

As my brother, Alaric had a tendency to draw people in. He insisted on driving me to work, to which I obliged. He was very happy I did so, but he didn't quite enjoy taking care of my dog. Ace didn't like Alaric the moment he saw him, which is understandable, considering Alaric made it seem like he broke into my house yesterday.

We sat in the car for a short while, before a group of girls basically swarmed him, leaving him defenseless. I smirked, making my way towards the building while twinkling my fingers at him.

Time Skip

I casually ran to room 72B and took a sneaky little peek into the door, hearing the music and the boys dancing. Seeing them dancing in front of the mirror, I gawked in amazement: they danced flawlessly, moving in sync with one another.

I smirked, glad to know that these dedicated, mature and very obedient men were my clients. Walking in, standing in the corner with seven small bottles of water hanging from my fingers –I had picked them up from the floor and decided since they were new, might as well give them to the seven boys.

A film crew stood quietly, filming them silently, not moving an inch to greet whoever walked through the door. I didn't mind, I understood the dedication to their job. And a like them, I was going to take my job very seriously.

I had read in the file they had sent me last night, that these seven boy band members call themselves BangTang Sonyongadan... Songyomdam???

BTS.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts the moment the music stopped. The room echoed with panting and the clicking of a camera.

“Cut! Well done boys.” The group of people packed their cameras and equipment up, leaving quickly and swiftly. I was surprised how fast they made their way out of the room, it almost seemed like they were running away from something.

I shrugged it off and walked towards the group of boys that sat down on the floor. I handed them a bottle each, one after the other took it, not making any contact with the sight of me. As the last one took the bottle, he sighed and thanked me, his eyes slowly trailing upwards.

He gasped, then smiled widely, “a girl!” As if he wasn't drained from energy, he jumped to his feet. The rest of the members followed suit.

“I'm Taehyung! Hello!” One had said Hello in English, replacing his L's with R's. Not only that, but he had pushed the previous member away.

Each of them continued to try to speak in English, one of them pulled me away from the sudden ambush.

“I am so sorry, my name is Rap Monster, if there's anything I can do to help you, just let me know.” He had once again, spoke in English, surprisingly fluently.

“I was wondering if you seven are BTS, I am your leading bodyguard. So Rap Monster, if there's anything you need, let me know.”

They all stopped talking as soon as I talked to him in Korean. I had not noticed that one of the members had not at all tried to talk to me. He seemed to stand behind all of them, avoiding eye contact as soon as I glanced at him.

“Wait, you're a girl!?”

I remained stoic, “yes, I have the advantage of blending in with the fan girls, so if there's any situation that requires me to remain undercover or inauspicious, I am tour girl.”

“But what if a guy attacks us?”

“I'll take him down.”

“You? But you're so small!”