Briskly towelling herself the cold air nipped at her warm skin, Ashley ran to the front door.

Face to face with Daejung, he once over her form with blank eyes.

"I apologize for catching you at your personal time," He said in a monotone voice.

Ashley gave a slight smile while tightening her towel to her body. "No worries what can I do for you?"

Reaching into his suit pocket he pulled out a black card between his fingers. "For your great efforts with bangtan, the boss has ordered me to see that you buy your outfit for the Billboard award show,"

Staring at him for a second she hesitatingly took the card.

"So this is the company's money?"

"Yes, you can buy whatever is necessary for the event, no price limit and also he wants you to choose something to buy other than the Billboard outfit,"

" Well that's nice of him...thank you, give him my gratitude," She bowed deeply to him.

"Will do, and good work," His eye wrinkles crinkled as he showed a pleasant smile.

"Please return to your business." He bowed at her. Shocked plastered her face as this was the first time he bowed to her and showed her respect. It was probably caused he didn't think she was questionable of being a gold digger anymore. Maybe Ren convinced the boss to let him take it easy on her. Whatever the reason she was happy.

Goosebumps rose on her exposed wet skin as a draft was beginning to settle in. On shutting the door it was abruptly stopped almost hitting her on her forehead from the impact.

"Annyeong," Jimin's crescent eyes smiled at her, poking his head inside.

"Yes, goodbye," Another attempt to close the door failed when his foot blocked it.

"Wait! I wanna come in!" He cried, pushing in on the door while Ash used all her power in her little arms to lock him out.

"Jimin I'm in a towel!"

"Oooh better yet," His strength overpowered hers and broke in, heading straight for her unmade bed.

"Please make yourself at home," She hissed, sarcasm dripping from her mouth.

"What did Daejung wanted?"

"Oh, that? I have to go buy a dress for the awards he and your manager is so kindly paying for me,"

"Can I come?"

"No,"

"Please?"

"No I mean I want it to be a surprise,"

"Aw for me?"

"..."

Giggling at her silence he bounced up from the mattress. "Great now your bedsheets smell like me,"

Ed Sheeren. Really?

"Good God, you're such a diva,"

"A diva you wanna fuc-" Unfortunately his words were cut short by the door slamming in his face.

XXXX

Ashley strolled through the semi-crowded streets of LA, the fancy or expensive part of Los Angeles were clothing stores line up everywhere. She stopped by a Gucci store gazing upon the well-dressed mannequins on display. A colourful and chic gown caught her attention she could tell it was high quality just by looking at the vibrant colours and style.

"Hi, how much for this dress?" She kindly asked the sales rep who was wiping the windows.

"That dress is actually on sale,"

"For how much?"

"$10000,"

"Yeah, okay you have a nice day now." Ash pressed her lips tightly, backing away slowly and turned around and power walked out of there in case the girl wanted to charge a fee of watching without paying.

Ten grand for a dress?! That's crazy on some many levels. Ashley could pay a quarter of her tuition fees with that dress. An unsettling shiver ran down her spine at the thought of the non discounted price.

Again she stopped at a high-end store; Louis Vuitton and kept on walking.

Even though she could spend to her delight, she would never. It wasn't her money and she would end up feeling guilty for spending thousands of dollars on some dress she would wear once or twice.

On her mission, she spotted a cute boutique. From the outside looked pretty chill and did not intimidate her with blinding lights and platinum covered everything. Glamorous mannequins lined up with racks of clothes at the sides.

"Hello welcome, how may I assist you today?" A girl with bright red hair and an eyebrow piercing greeted her.

"Hi, I'm looking for a dress for a formal event, something comfortable but not too casual,"

"Well, we have a wide variety for those types we can look through some together,"

"Great let's do it!" Ashley smiled, tying her hair in a loose ponytail.

"You look familiar have I seen you somewhere before?" The sales rep trailed her up and down.

"I doubt it," Ash took out a red dress from the rack to checked for the size. "I'm from Korean but I came here for work,"

"Wait! You're Ashley! Bts's interpreter aren't you!"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I saw you on tv duh! I enjoyed watching you guys talk,"

"Oh thank you," She bowed lightly tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Wait! This event wouldn't happen to be the Billboard Music Awards would it?"

"Yes, it is,"

"Holy shit! Girl we are looking in the wrong place for a dress!" The fervent girl took the red dress Ash was holding and hung it back on the rack. Clasping her hand she carried Ash to the other side of the store where evening dresses were elegantly exhibited.

"Here I think this one is perfect for you, try it out!" She shoved her in the changing room along with the dark, silky material clinging on to her.

'What just happened?'

Slipping out of her jeans and shirt she carefully dressed. She gaped in the mirror at the person staring back at her the dress was a long, spaghetti-strap black dress with a slit cutting high thigh, it wasn't heavy or bulky like a ball gown. It was lightweight and felt like a second skin, it hugged her body in all the right places. And giving the curves she wished she had.

Without warning the salesgirl removed the curtain in one hard swipe and barged in- observing her outlook.

"Wow yessss this is totally the one!"

Ash was too busy ogling at herself to react to her sudden entrance. "You think so too? I really love it,"

"Yes girl you look sexy as hell, everyone there is gonna drool all over you,"

And with that Ash bought the dress. The price was $300 better than that 10000 dress she saw at Gucci. Looking around the store as the girl checked her dress out she remembered she had to buy something for herself and out of the corner of her eye one of the mannequins had caught her attention. It flaunted a dangerously flirtatious short skirt with a slight slit, a cropped top, thigh-high black stockings attached to it was a heart-shaped clip on the left thigh.

For some reason, Jimin came into her mind. It sort of reminded her of him. Mainly the blood, sweat and tears and era. It wasn't nearly as fancy as the dress but she knew she had to have it.

"Thank you so much for your help,"

"Your welcome, you're gonna kill it!"

" I'll see you later then."

"Yes, goodbye see ya!"

Before heading back to the hotel she stopped by a store to buy a pair of black stilettos with red bottoms- ideal for the red carpet. Though her opportunity to use them were very few she was rather good at walking in heels with looking like a newborn giraffe.

Dress check.

Shoes check.

Now all she has to do is wait for tomorrow to fit into them and go to the Billboard Music Awards with BTS. Where there will be hundreds of other A-list celebrates. Cameras on them, screaming fans, and it will be broadcasted worldwide.

Not a problem...right?