Southern Belle

"Hey, yahoo, sugar," someone called across the large concrete carpark and Yoongi's head popped up as other members and staff looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from. "I don't suppose anyone has a phone I could borrow to call a tow truck? My car has overheated and my phone is locked inside. I don't know where my head is these days but I'm like a fox in a hen house today and it's so hot out here."

The woman who appeared in front of them was most definitely from somewhere around here and here happened to be where they were filming in a small town in southern USA. Yoongi realised that this random woman wasn't in fact calling for him when a translator said it was a cute nickname that got used sometimes in parts of the States, kind of like sweetheart or honey, his shoulders relaxing. But all of them were fixated on her anyway, her clothes revealing in just the right way, the over the top expressions and volume so different from what they were used to back home. Apart from Hobi but he was often randomly loud and they were all used to that when it came from him.

"Ah, here is a phone," one of the local staff said, unlocking it and handing it over as she thanked him while the others set up under the many huge umbrellas protecting them all from the excessive heat. It was the middle of the day and the sun was oppressive overhead, beads of sweat gathering quickly even under the umbrellas.

She spoke rapidly into the phone, loudly and expressively, smiles of intrigue sent her way as some of the stylist noona got to work on the members who first needed to shoot in the music video they were filming for that afternoon. Walking over to hand back the phone, the woman dabbed at her forehead, accepting the offer to stand under the shade.

"Well, turns out my car is not the only one broken down today from the heat and they'll be a while," she said, hands going into her pockets and she rocked back and forth on the spot. "Good thing you guys were here or I'd already be a puddle on the floor. It's hotter than hell out here right now."

There were splutters of hidden laughter for those that could speak English and those that couldn't got the drift anyway or had it quickly translated under breaths tucked behind hands. They all found her amusing, Hobi watching as she dabbed at her face again, catching tiny droplets of perspiration that gathered there.

"Would you like water while you wait," he asked in slightly broken English, reaching for a bottle and handing it over

"Oh, thank you sugar, you're too sweet," she said, twisting the lid and pocketing it into the front pocket of her tight shorts as she tipped it back.

"Hobi," he said in a daze as she went to drink, "he's Suga," pointing Yoongi's way, Yoongi sending a straight smile in response as he raised his hand in acknowledgement. "I'm Hobi."

"OK sweet thing, whatever you say," she said and began to gulp it down as she walked out from under the cover, glancing down the road to see if her car was tucked securely off the highway. The last thing she needed on a day like this was a collision on top of everything else. Thank goodness these sweethearts were doing whatever they were doing here so she could cool off while she waited.

"What the fuck is happening," Jin asked, watching everything from a distance, far enough not to be obvious but close enough to see everything that made his eyes grow wide.

"I think she is going to drink it all in one go," Hobi replied in Korean, entranced at the spectacle that was boots, legs, short shorts, a barely there cropped singlet top and honey golden curls that fell around her shoulders, head currently tilted back as she drank down the incredibly large bottle of water.

"I can't look away," Jungkook added, transfixed as he watched the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, mind somewhere else completely.

"You better, she's coming over to say hello," Tae said, a little more composed than the others, at least externally, as she walked back, handing a staff member the empty bottle, who seemed surprised but took it without too much blinking.

"Thank you so much, I really needed that," she said, chest pushed naturally out as she stood with her hands on her hips.

"So did I," Yoongi said, barely audible and Jungkook snickered before turning it into a cough as he cleared his throat.

"Do you need anything else," Hobi asked her and her eyes flicked to his, around the group of men standing in front of her dressed in various forms of cowboy type attire before back to Hoseok.

"To visit whatever town you all are from, holy moly, you're all too cute," she gaped meeting a few blushes and other confident stares in return. "And you," she said to Hobi, "you might be brighter than the sun."

He flushed at the directness of her comment. He'd heard it before, Mr Sunshine and all that but she was saying it so straightforwardly that he was a little taken off guard. And then a hand appeared in front of him; dainty, tanned, bracelets hanging cutely off her wrist.

"Belle, my name is Belle," she said and kept her hand out for him to shake.

"Hoseok, Hobi," he answered, sounding like he was stuttering in his own ears, completely oblivious to the hidden snorts of the members nearby as he reached to quickly shake it.

"Well Hoseok Hobi, nice to meet you," she winked, dropping his hand which he wiped on his leg when she wasn't looking, acutely aware of how sweaty his palm had been and hoping she hadn't noticed.

"What are ya'll doing out here," she asked, looking around at the set up. She had of course noted the cameras and now having seen how good looking they all were, she assumed they were filming a commercial or something but was curious.

"Oh, music," Hobi said, trying to think of all the words he wanted to say and failing. "Sorry, my English is not good."

"You're doing just fine sugar, or should I say Hoseok Hobi," she said, winking again and he was a little dazzled by her. About the same age as them, the best he could tell being that they were in a different country, she was captivating in her openness and he would've liked to explore that more. Clearly here and around all these people was out of the question. "But music you say? Do you all play instruments?"

"Piano, guitar, trumpet, saxophone," they called out over top of each other, watching as she looked between them all as their voices carried.

"We're not a band," Namjoon said quietly but commanding her attention from where he sat in a makeup chair and she realised his English was very good. "We're an idol group, filming part of a music video today."

"I'm not sure what an idol group is but you look like you could be a new, cute version of New Kids on the Block. My momma used to listen to them."

"Kind of like that," Namjoon answered, amused. "You are welcome to stay and keep out of the heat while you wait but you'll have to sign an NDA. We're not releasing the video for a few months and we can't have it getting out before then." He shrugged his shoulders in an apology and she grinned.

"I happen to be pretty clued up on NDAs, have signed a few in my time," she said and their eyebrows shot up, instantly all wondering in what capacity she had signed more than one NDA. "Nah ah," she said, seeing their looks and shaking her head at them. "You won't get that information out of me no matter what you tried," she said with a wink and Yoongi snorted, muttering under his breath in quick Korean.

"We could see how many different NDAs we can get her to sign today. She seems up for anything."

"Hyung," Jimin admonished lightly, grinning as he said it because, truthfully, they were all a little curious about this wild woman in front of them. "We should behave." But he said that more for the benefit of the staff who might be listening more than anything else. They all knew each other well enough to realise that the one who might be signing an NDA would be Hobi hyung, at least based on the look on his face right now.

"I don't know what language you're speaking right now but I need someone to teach me a few words because it sounds so pretty. Which if ya'll are busy and who is free to keep me company?"

Everyone looked at each other like she was the one speaking a foreign language? Who was free? They were always working on a day like today so none of them had the time but they all also had a soft spot for Hobi and wanted to set his day up for a win.

"Hoba, you're not on until later in the afternoon, right," Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrows as Hobi frowned.

"Oh? I thought I was next?"

"No, you're last, isn't that right," Yoongi asked, turning to one of the managers who pulled out the schedule, showing it to Yoongi.

"Actually hyung, Hobi is-," he answered and Yoongi cut him off.

"-Hobi is last, yes, that's what I'm reading."

The manager sighed, walking off to tell the rest of the staff about the change in filming, thankfully mainly stills until much later tonight. Yoongi didn't throw his weight around much but they tended to listen when he did.

"So yes Hoba, you're free to teach Belle a thing or too."

Hobi had watched the whole thing unfold, quickly sizing up what his hyung was doing and smiling to himself even as he felt nervous. But he was up for whatever this firecracker threw his way and turned to face her.

"I can teach you," he said, smiling at her, unbeknown to him, sending his 1000 watt smile in her direction and blinding her with it. She might have dazzled him but she was definitely finding him more than a little attractive, incredibly attractive actually, sexy for sure.

"Well sugar, that would be perfect. Find me a place so we can sit and chat for a while," and Hobi found himself half leading while somehow being led into a corner of the shade where they sat on two chairs far closer than would normally be acceptable but as she stretched out her long, booted legs, he didn't care in the slightest.

Lowering her voice, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Well Mr, that worked out better than I thought. I hoped it would be you. Your Suga friend was quite helpful."

"You don't miss anything, do you," he asked, more relaxed now that it was just the two of them without an immediate audience and it surprised him as he should be nervous in this situation. She was a wild card after all. He had no idea what she would say next.

"Not really, it's my job to pay attention to details," she answered, reaching for her hair and pulling it into a ponytail which she twisted off her shoulders and away from her neck, the heat of it adding to her internal temperature. He was adding to that too, internally and externally and she wondered what his deal was. Could he be as smiley as he seemed, did the nervous energy he was giving off come from the language barrier or was he a nervous person? Or could it be her? She wasn't oblivious to the fact some guys found her attractive but she might not be his type at all. She was determined to find out though.

Meanwhile he was paying attention to her small details. The tiny beads of water that attached themselves to her hair, causing it to curl with the moisture and the humidity. The honey hint of skin he saw between her top and shorts, the way her lips pursed and relaxed, a habit maybe but it drew his eye to her mouth and he very much liked what he saw, wondering what her lips were capable of doing to him.

"You wanted to learn some of my words," he asked to pull himself away from his imagination and she sighed. She'd seen him looking at her in that way. The way that made her toes curl when she thought of what it could lead to but he'd behaved himself and not engaged any further than licking his lip and she wished he wouldn't be quite so polite. Especially now that she'd seen that tongue dart out to caress his own lips and wanted it to do that to hers.

"Yeah I did. Teach me something simple," she said, direct as always and the bossiness should have put him off but it made his cock twitch a little and the professional side of him knew he had to contain that but the man in him said he really, really didn't want to.

Glancing over to the others, he attempted to shut them out and focus on the beautiful woman sitting deliciously close to him. "What would you like to know?"

"Oh hmmmm," she hummed as she thought, "maybe hello and thank you would be a good start. We can get onto the dirty ones later," she added quietly with a huge smile that lit up her face, something wicked in her eyes as well.

His brain did a slow process where he translated the words, wondering if he'd get out of this conversation without completely losing his mind. She was a temptress for sure. But he couldn't help himself, giving her a little something with a tilt of his head to the side as his eyes raked over her face, down her body and back up and her eyes dilated as she saw his interest displayed before he shut it away again. She took it though, knowing she'd likely be able to drag a little more of that out of him before they stopped talking. Keeping her eyes focused on him, she hoped they spoke volumes because she was young, it was hot, so was he and she knew she very much wanted to play today.

"That would be annyeonghaseyo for hello," he said and she blinked at him. "Too hard," he laughed and she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows, thinking she hoped he would be, knew he could be, hard. "We could shorten it to annyeong?"

"Much better sweetheart. Annyeong." She thought it sounded the same as how he said it but the grin he politely attempted to smother told her differently. "Not right," she asked, frowning a little at his grin. She had a thick accent but she thought she'd done OK.

"Good try," he replied, like she was 4 years old. "Watch my mouth," and he repeated it. She had no problem watching him speak, mesmerised by the way his lips moved. Such a small word but so much impact on her body. She didn't process she wasn't saying anything in response, just staring at him until she heard her name repeated a few times.

"Belle? Belle? Do you want me to say it again?"

"Actually hun, I think I need some more water," and she went to stand up, feeling the situation of sitting here with this man, knowing she would drop her panties for him and how embarrassing that she was feeling as riled up as she was when he was completely dressed and in work mode.

"Wait, stay please, I'll go get it for you," he said, reaching to lightly press his fingers to her arm so she'd stay sitting and she sunk back down, looking up at him with big eyes. Deep, beautiful. He gulped, bowing a little as he mumbled a quick, "Be right back," walking away.

"Don't be too long sugar," she said, her smile big, her eyes intent on his. He hurried.

Belle had an excellent view of his ass as he strode away, jeans and sleeveless shirt showing off his lean body and assumed, correctly, that he could dance. 'Usually means they can also move well in bed,' she thought to herself, watching him join his friends.

"I think she might like me," Hobi said tentatively when he reached them all, away from staff who were gathered and debriefing about everything they were doing that day. Jimin cracked up, throwing his body over his hyung.

"Of course she does, anyone with eyes could see, even from here that she's been undressing you for the last ten minutes."

"Really?" Hobi wasn't the most confident when it came to reading the room although when he was in the bedroom, that changed. His temperature rose a little at the thought and he dabbed for his skin, reaching for two bottles of water.

"Yeah, really Hoba," Yoongi reiterated and Jungkook nodded enthusiastically.

"And she's cute hyung, go for it."

"What do you mean go for it? We're dressed like cowboys, there's nowhere to go and it's hot. Not exactly romantic."

"Who said anything about romance," Jimin asked. "And you could definitely find a way to make something happen."

"I'm not going to have sex in a bathroom," Hobi hissed under his breath at his younger brother and Jimin just laughed.

"I didn't say sex but if that's what you want, why not?"

"Bathrooms aren't that bad," Tae said, looking off in the distance as he replied, like he was reliving a memory and they all turned to him. "What, like I'm the only one? We've been doing this for almost a decade. You all have had hookups in random places too out of necessity, don't try and pretend otherwise."

"Maybe but not a gross public one, we're literally in the middle of nowhere. And that's even assuming she'd be up for it."

"And let's circle back to the fact she's been undressing you and assume she would hyung," Jimin said again. "And do you honestly think staff would only have a gross bathroom option for us? I'm sure they're not that bad. But yeah, wipe down the wall first," he smirked.

Hobi looked at his band mates a little sceptically, eyes settling on Namjoon who had been sitting quietly on his phone not contributing to the conversation.

"Just don't tell me anything so I have nothing to deny to the company," he said without looking up and Hobi made a small noise of agreement.

"Well, I'll see what happens but maybe. I haven't been laid in a while."

"We know," Jin said, shrugging his shoulders. They had all lived together long enough to know the body language each other came with including sexual frustration. Hobi had been extra precise with his words recently and super fidgety, sure signs he either needed coffee or sex. But since they pretty much had coffee on tap, they knew it had to be sex, or lack of it.

"Shut up hyung, we can't all be world wide handsoming our way into a different bedroom every night," Hobi snapped back a little as he started to walk away from his members.

"Not always in the bedroom Hobi-ssi," Jin called after him and the staff who were at a distance from them during the whole conversation, flicked their head in their directions at those words.

Jin saw the looks and casually covered his tracks. "I exercise in the living room as well as in the bedroom, I highly recommend mixing up the location of your non gym work outs."

There was a frown or two, furrowed brows staring their way and then the staff decided this wasn't something they needed to be deciphering. Jin was known for being a bit random sometimes.

And meanwhile, Hobi made it back to where Belle was stretched out, legs looking even longer than when he'd left which he knew wasn't possible but was chalking up to his increased interest.

"Here you go," he said, handing her a water and her hand closed around his as she took it from him.

"You are a sweetheart, how can I thank you," she asked, giving him exactly the line he needed to say something, anything, to move this in the direction he wanted it to go.

"Ah, well, maybe we could-," he started before a staff member joined them.

"Hoseok-ssi, would you like to come over further into the shade?"

"I'm OK hyung, thank you," he answered respectfully, knowing what this was. He was being checked up on, too far away from the others with someone not within their circle. A potential danger to their images that the staff were only protecting as part of their jobs but one he absolutely didn't need help with.

"You might find it's too hot if you're here much longer," the staff continued, trying again and Hobi responded with politeness again.

"Thank you but I'll stay here. I'm sure I'm needed soon but I know I'm not next so if you need me, then I'll be available. Until then, I'll be fine as I am."

"I really think you should join the others," he tried again, hands on his hips, voice a little firmer and Belle could tell his tone, didn't need to understand the language to get what was happening.

"Well bless your heart, aren't you the helpful one. Maybe you could be a dear and go help the one over there with yellow hair? He seems to have gotten caught up in his clothes," Belle said and the staff blinked at her, unsure of everything she said but taking her tone and sensing he was somehow being put in his place, even if the words sounded sweet. Glancing over, he saw that Namjoon was indeed struggling, glanced between Hobi and Namjoon and decided where his help was needed the most, hurrying over to assist.

Hobi was looking at her, mouth open a little in admiration that she'd managed to turn that around, sending the staff scurrying.

"Don't look so surprised honey, I'm good at what I do," she said with a grin and he smiled at her, not hesitating to reply.

"I can imagine that. What is it you do?"

"I'm a lawyer sugar and we definitely need an NDA for what we're gonna be doing shortly." She decided that they'd likely be interrupted and cut to the chase. The worst he could do was say no and that wasn't the end of the world, she wouldn't be seeing him again.

Maybe his eyes betrayed him, lawyer wasn't what he expected from her and he only knew the word in English because, unfortunately, the reality of their work meant they all had them on speed dial.

"I don't match what you think a lawyer should look like? Around here we don't do the suits and power meetings. Although you'd look mighty fine in a suit."

"If you look up my name, you'll find me in a suit," he said, attempting some kind of flirt but still a little bewildered about how to interact with her and completely lost in the fact that, according to her, they'd definitely need an NDA. They seemed to be on the same page that there was at least a need to act on the chemical reaction between them that he clearly hadn't been imagining.

"You think I'm gonna need to be looking at pictures instead of the real thing? I think I can picture that just fine while you're standing in front of me," she said back, raising an eyebrow, crossing her legs so one foot rested against his leg. He couldn't look away, didn't want to look around to see if staff were about to come racing in to make this whole thing appropriate. That was the last thing he wanted. Right now he just wanted to use his hands to explore all over her body, preferably starting with the leg that was right in front of him, foot grazing up and down his calf as if by accident but he could tell that every movement was intentional. He followed the swing of her foot instead of answering, partly because he couldn't look away from her leg and partly because he didn't know what to say. But she had enough words for the both of them.

"I want to say let's get out of here but I'm not sure where we could go even if my car was ready. It looks like you've got a busy day ahead."

Hobi nodded. "I am starting in about an hour and then will film all day and night."

"Busy, busy," she answered, looking around. The first members were starting their units, stills and recording and it was fascinating to observe the bustle from a distance. But it also meant not as many eyes were on them now. "I think I need the ladies room," she said and he looked confused. "The bathroom honey, are there some around?"

"Oh yes, over the back, behind the building," Hobi said, pointing the way.

"Perfect. Give me three minutes and then maybe you need to use the bathroom too," she asked, not even bothering to look back and see if he understood, trusting that it transcended language barriers as she walked away, swaying her hips as she did. The question was how disgusting these bathrooms were and would she be able to feel amorous in them, enough to satisfy them both? It wasn't exactly a classy way to hook up but it might be all they could manage.

Pleasantly surprised to round the corner and see it was a little portable unit that had probably been brought in for the filming, she climbed the small set of stairs and opened the door to one of the three cubicles, pleased to see how clean they were. They likely hadn't been used much yet as everyone was still setting up when she'd come upon them so it wasn't totally hideous although she could definitely think of better options.

There was noise outside, a throat cleared and a tentative voice. "Belle?"

"In here sugar," she answered, pushing on a door to show where she was and he quickly slipped inside, locking it behind them. She stood in the larger than he was expecting cubicle, hip thrust out a little, boots drawing his attention from where they were tapping lightly on the ground and as his eyes flicked from her feet, up her body, his own flushed with adrenaline and arousal.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat.

"Mmmhhhmmm," she answered stepping forward. "Not the finest place but we can work with it," and she rested her hands on his shoulders before slipping them round his neck and pulling him closer. "Wanna kiss now sweetheart," she asked and he knew it wasn't actually a question, she was planning it no matter what and Hobi was up for it and whatever else this was.

Her lips met his, plump and smooth, lip gloss sliding across his own and he thought briefly that the makeup noona would have to fix him up but that thought was only fleeting as he linked his arms around her back, drawing her against his body. There was a sweetness to her breath, like she had been chewing gum and as they breathed into each others mouths, tongues finding the others and lightly playing, he didn't want it to stop at just kisses. His cock was agreeing with him on that one, pressing against his jeans and into her stomach. He felt her smile against his lips and opened his eyes to see her brilliantly large and clear ones staring at him.

"I know there should probably be an NDA at this point but my lips are sealed," and her hand slunk down between them, resting on his jeans, on the bulge that was obvious to them both, pressing against it and feeling him twitch as air escaped his lips. She looked at him as her hands found the button at the top of his pants, a question in them and he swallowed as he nodded, hands coming to rest on her waist as he pulled back a little to allow her to undo the button. One hand moved down to caress the skin on her thigh and she shivered a little then laughed. "I like your hands sweetheart," she said, voice husky and close to his ear and he felt himself harden even more as his zip came down and her hand slipped inside his underwear.

"And my fingers," he asked as one hand slid up inside the leg of her tiny shorts, just able to graze against her core with his fingertips, hampered a little by the tight jean fabric. She inhaled quickly before a tiny, cute laugh came out between her teeth.

"Oh, your fingers are perfect," she said. "Now, take these off," she said, looking down at her shorts as she stroked his length, feeling the size of him in her hand, wondering if she'd feel him inside of her today or not. The jean fabric on both of them was hampering how easy this was and they pulled their hands free to drop their own pants, Belle shimmying so her shorts fell to the ground, kicking them over her boots but Hobi dropping them just past his knees, ever mindful of how much trouble he'd get in if they got dirty on the floor of a bathroom. It made it a little restricted but he could work with it, reaching for her again, hand feeling under her tiny cropped shirt to rest on the nipple of one then the other breast, peeking at his touch. His eyes were searching over her shoulder as he did, analysing. The wall, the toilet seat, the sink? Where could they rest to do this and what were they doing exactly?

Her hands had found his length again, tucking her hand into his boxers and he was having trouble thinking, spiralling to the point where common sense would be gone in only a matter of seconds even as he pressed his own fingers against her clothed core. "Wait, I don't have anything with me," he said, wishing there was a condom dispenser on hand or that he kept them in the pockets of every outfit he ever wore for just a moment as this. Shit, he hated that he had to be logical.

"Well, I don't either but we can do other things," she said and he let out the breath he was holding as her hand moved up and down, slick with the arousal he had dripping a little from his tip.

"Fuck yes," he said and he wasn't sure he said it in English or Korean but it didn't matter as her hand kept moving, pumping and twisting in a gesture that was so familiar to his body but the hands doing it were not. Small, soft, bright nails moving up and down as she stroked and it was mesmerising. But he needed something to steady himself so his knees didn't give way, he really didn't want to end up on the floor here, no matter how clean they seemed.

"Wait," he said again and leaned away to reach for the paper towels nearby, grabbing a handful and wiping the wall nearby. If he was going to do this, he was going to make sure not to leave traces if he could avoid it.

"Are you all done now sugar," she asked, cocking an eyebrow in slight amusement, hand still lightly gripping him and he smirked back.

"Yeah, I'm done," he said as he leaned back against the wall, supporting the weight of them both as their lips found each other again, hands both moving against the others body.

She was wet and as his fingers slipped into her panties and pressed into her, she got to feel what they were capable of as they stroked between her folds, gathering the wetness and circling her clitoris.

"Oh my goodness," she said in her polite southern accent, dropping her forehead to his shoulder as more arousal dripped onto his fingers and he slid one finger into her. "Ohhhh," she moaned out again, muffled against him which was definitely for the best considering where they were. As much as he would like to hear her, and he was sure she could be very loud in a different place, it was best they stayed as quiet as they could. All the time, her hand was moving too, dipping to lightly stroke his balls, playing with the vein on his cock as she stroked back up, the pressure and grip perfect to hurtle him towards release. But damn, he wanted to be inside her, knowing he shouldn't, all the years of lectures around safe sex and their jobs plaguing his brain.

Belle obviously had the same thought as she spoke, softly, lifting her head off his shoulder as she did. "That feels so good Hobi, I'm already so close," and he nodded, knowing she could tell he was the same. "But I want more," she said and his mouth went dry as she guided his length to her folds. "Not inside, I understand but I want to feel you against me," she said and he almost came at her words and then again as she pressed his tip to her clitoris, using him to get herself off. "Oh saints above," she said as his hips moved, helping the slide as she pressed him between her folds, gliding back and forth, building a rhythm that had her burying her face in his shoulder again. "Yeah, just like that, oh my word," she said and he kept up the pace, feeling her wetness, on either side of his length, feeling his balls tightening, knowing it wouldn't be long. "Just there, don't stop," Belle gasped out, the sensations all centred on the one spot and she threw her head back, pressing her lips together and closing her eyes as she silently came around him. He could feel a fluttering, knew she was climaxing as her body stuttered, could see it on her face and as she opened her eyes, she leaned in to kiss him as she came down from her release, licking into his mouth and continuing to stroke him as his own release barrelled towards him. His eyes popped open to frantically look where he could come without messing up his clothes and she seemed to get it, taking his hand and replacing her own as she stepped back and he spun just in time to jerk himself into the toilet, biting down to keep as quiet as he could.

There was silence as she handed him some paper to clean up, mopping at her own thighs and damp panties before she found her shorts and put them back on while he tucked himself inside and pulled his jeans up again. There was an awkward silence before their eyes met, hers twinkling and she cracked up laughing, his joining her as he leaned in to kiss her again.

"Well, that's a way to pass the time while I wait for my car to be fixed," she joked.

"Not what I thought would happen today but much better," he replied and there was a knock at the door.

"Hobi-ssi?"

"Yes," he answered, voice wavering a little as he tried to contain his laughter, Belle covering her own mouth to keep herself quiet.

"Are you OK?"

"I got something on my top so just cleaning it off, I'll be right there," he called, hoping the staff would move away but not hearing any footsteps. She reached to dust his back from where he leaned on the wall, silently checking him over to see if he did indeed have any marks on his clothes. There was a tiny one on the side that might already have been there but could be used if an excuse was needed.

"The stylists will help with that," the staff said again, clearly not planning on moving and Hobi silently pointed to the side of the door away from where it opened, mouthing to stay there. She nodded as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, quickly stealing another kiss that left her a little breathless before he unlocked the door and slipped out through the smallest gap he could manage, guiding the staff away before they tried to go inside for any reason.

Belle grinned to herself as she straightened up in the mirror. She knew he had traces of her all over himself, probably her perfume, definitely her lip gloss, quite likely a mark or two on his skin too where she held onto him tightly as she came. But he wouldn't have done this if he wasn't prepared to take the consequences so she was sure he'd be fine, dabbing lightly at her lips and making sure she looked presentable before she sauntered back under the shade five minutes later to amused looks from anyone that knew what had happened which it appeared was most of his friends. Hobi himself glanced her way from where his makeup was being retouched and another woman was checking his clothing over for marks, some kind of lecture taking place, probably about staying clean but likely not about being dreadfully irresponsible which is more likely what he should have been lectured about. Not that she was complaining. His level of irresponsibility had been just perfect for her. And just at that moment, a tow truck pulled into a space nearby, ready to hook her up and take her away.

"What excellent timing," she said, glad it hadn't been ten minutes earlier but thinking she should probably leave before anything became too apparent.

"Isn't it just," Namjoon said, looking between her and Hobi but saying no more. His friend was grinning, shoulders relaxed and he was clearly happier than he had been the last few weeks so he wasn't saying anything more about what they knew had happened.

"You guys have been so friendly and helpful," she continued, looking between them all, her eyes betraying a hint of teasing in them and they all thought how pretty she was, some even wishing they'd been in Hobi's shoes.

"Some of us more than others," Jin said with a grin and she nodded.

"Well, that might be true too," she agreed, pressing her lips together briefly as she remembered how Hobi's fingers had definitely helped her out. "But you were all very kind so thank you. I hope you get all your work done and don't melt in this heat. It was nice to meet ya'll."

"And you Belle," they called as she started to head away, casting a look towards Hobi before she changed her direction and headed straight for him.

"And you sugar, you were especially sweet," she said, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek before anyone could stop her, leaving a blushing Hobi, flustered staff and laughing BTS behind her as she sauntered away, hips swaying, boots clicking on the tarmac as she walked to her car. She turned briefly to blow a kiss in their general direction and they were all a little bewildered by her but Hobi was amused in his bewilderment. Amused and with a lot of explaining to do.