Ash and the gang have been doing interviews for three days and she was presently enjoying herself. It was fun and she got to learn more things about Bangtan's, personality, hobbies and thoughts on music. The interviewers were especially kind and friendly and would engage Ashley in the conversation instead of just putting her off to the side like any other interpreter. 

However, that was not the case for this interviewer. When introducing herself to the woman who looked to be around mid-forties she displayed a hint of hostility.

With a smile, Ash extended her hand. "Hello it's nice to meet you, my name is Ashley, I'll be translating for bts today," Ash said politely while the woman raised a brow at her empty hand, clearly wasn't going to shake it.

Shouting over at her frazzled looking assistant the woman snatched the coffee cup out of the girl's hand. 

Bringing the rim to her red matte lips she peered at Ash once more. "Katy," She then said clicking her high heels away, leaving Ash's hand out in the breeze and unshaken.

Geez, now I know how Namjoon feels.

Brushing it off she rejoined the group who was talking to the vixen, the best thing Ash could do was to stay to the side and observe.

While engaging in small talk the woman would lightly touch a members chest or shoulder, giggling at their cute antics. Ashley noticed how the woman would discreetly pull down her tight pencil dress to display more of her cleavage and flapping her bouncy curls out of the way for more flamboyance.

"I'm so tired~" Suga yawned out and stretched his hands up in the air, hooking his arm on Ash's shoulders for support as he dissociated from the talkative group.

Ash smiled and gently patted his hair. "You can sleep when this is over,"

He hummed in response as he let his eyes close and drift off to a light snooze. Cold yet blazing eyes were glued onto the two at the corner of the group. Ash noticed but didn't care to brush Suga off just because some cougar did not like that only six out of the seven guys were giving her attention. And that Yoongi favoured Ashley more than a voluminous cougar. 

Ashley had no clue what she did in that five seconds of introduction with the hostess to have her despise her so much. This reminded her of that episode of Spongebob where Spongebob meets Flats the Bully. But instead of Spongebob saying three words to annoy the bully, Ashley said sixteen.

Wow, I'm annoying as fuck. But she doesn't have to death glare me!

Ash bluntly ignored her constant stabs until it was time for the interview to start.

"We are on in five minutes!"  One of the cameramen called.

"Well boys make yourself comfortable, I'm going to powder my nose, be back in a second," She said with a playful wink. Suga lazily pulled himself off Ash and found a seat on a stool. Ash followed along but only to be stopped by one of the most comically, cliched scene in history.

Hot. Scorching. Fiery. 

Those were the feelings Ash's body was going under that second the blond bitc- ehh- woman spilled coffee all over her shirt when she 'accidentally' tripped on her high heels. 

Man, Ashley was not susceptible to keeping actions quite. She had always been utterly honest with her body language even if she did not want to. And boy did she want to.

Her mouth fell open and emitted a heart-shattering bawl as she fell to her knees in affliction.

"Ash!" The boys cried running over to her with shocked and scared faces. The staff members halted their tasks and hurried to her side.

Namjoon stooped down in front of her. "You okay!?" 

"Does it hurt a lot!?" Hoseok said moving the hair out of her pained face.

"I'm so sorry I tripped I'm such a klutz," The woman explained in a conceited voice as she cleaned off the drop of coffee that splashed on her dress in the process.

Fucking liar! Bile was rising up in her throat from pure rage, goosebumps formed on her skin, she felt cold and hot at the same time.

Raising to her feet Ashley took on a look of fearlessness.

"I-i'm fine guys, it doesn't hurt that bad, give me a few minutes I need to wash this off,"

She proceeded to walk away to the restroom which she waited till she was inside and alone to expel a handful of curse words. Lifting up her shirt her face paled at the nasty sight of her redden chest and stomach. 

"Fuck that bitch!" She slipped off her wet bra under her shirt when a knock on the door startled her.

"Ash it's me, let me in,"

"Jimin?" Ash opened the door he rushed in locking it behind him.

"How bad is it?" He said while running a face towel under the tap.

"It hurts but it shouldn't leave any burn marks,"

"Let me see,"

She lifted her shirt up to her under boob, his jaw slightly dropped and his forehead creased. He wrung the towel and compressed the inflamed skin.

"Does that feel good?"

She sniffled. "Yes, why did you follow me?"

"Cause, last time you screamed like that your back basically gave out. Your reactions are very honest,"

"Oh," She muttered out nibbling on her quivering lips.

He simpered on her sincere gesture. "I like that about you it's very refreshing," He admitted running the towel under the cold water again.

It occurred to Ash that Jimin was basically touching her and granting him permission to see her so...exposed. Her body was so caught up in the pain that she didn't care who took it away from her. There was always a time and place to be modest and shy about such things.

After a while of cooling the burns till there was no redness, Jimin untied his flannel around his waist and clothed her. 

"Thank you," She smiled buttoning the soft blue checkered shirt the softness of the fabric soothing her blistered skin. Folding her wet shirt she tucked the bra into it so it was hidden.

Jimin's eyes overlapped her form, her downy hair fell onto half of her face while his flannel fit oversized on her, created sweet sweater paws. She looked so adorable and vulnerable Jimin couldn't help but jump on her.

"Aww you look like a kitten, cute~" He tugged her in for a tight hug while Ash's face planted on the crook of his neck. Her lips trembled against his skin as she fought off the urge to leave open mouth kisses.

"Try not to get yourself hurt okay?" He captured her sweater pawed hand and led the way.

Ashley felt a lot of things at that moment, nothing painful for sure. Things like love, small, dazed.  She felt weak in the knees when his pleasant fragrance twirled and swayed around her almost as if it was slow dancing with her senses. 

Strange. 

She pondered gingerly on her emotions before the inevitable overthought came into play.