What's Wrong With Assistant Kang?

37. In The End

Everything was perfect, so why was he such a nervous wreck?

By everything, he wasn't necessarily referring to the decorations, guest lists and such other terms of organization (although they were an added bonus to have ended well). Instead, his bride was going to make his heart burst and he was afraid. Jaehee looked heavenly, even more than usual.

The perfect image of an angel in a long, fluffy white dress with a sweetheart neckline, finished by soft yet elegant, regal hems of fabric. Resembling her and her personality so much. The flower arrangement between her fingers was composed of yellow roses, orange tulips and small, light pink flowers.

When she smiled at him, so much warmth behind golden, shimmering eyes, he almost felt like he was about to faint — which was quite a rare feeling coming from someone who was normally unaffected by everything (everything that didn't involve her or Elizabeth the 3rd, at least).

"Jumin, are you alright? You look restless."

She spoke in worry and he chastised his heart for beating so rapidly, though his face didn't give any of his thoughts away.

"I'm fine. I was just admiring how beautiful you are, and how well the dress fits you. Getting it tailored was the right decision, after all, I would only give the best to you." He glanced away and no one would have noticed the subtlety of his nervousness (at least so quickly) except for his long-time, now former assistant.

Jaehee let out a breath, resisting the urge of shaking her head in disbelief. She strolled towards him, pushing a lone, stray strand of brown hair behind her ear; trying to not ruin the elegant crown braid and updo the stylist had given her not too long ago.

She carefully sat down next to him, making sure to fold the dress beneath her, and her hands lingered over the cuffs of his tailored suit and she beamed at him.

Slightly confused, the corporate heir asked, "Why do I feel you're looking straight through me?"

"Because I am," Jaehee replied simply. "You're being jittery. If you feel anxious, you should tell me."

"I don't feel anxious, and I'm not 'being jittery'."

Jaehee's smile was replaced by her raising her eyebrows slightly. "So you say, yet I can see your knee shaking, and your heartbeat is frenzied." She pointed towards his wrist with a sidelong glance, which she had casually been holding up to that point. Cunning, he admitted to himself. "Mr. Han, you know I know you well."

He released a breathy laugh in response, which she returned. Sometimes, the names 'Mr. Han' and 'Assistant Kang' just slipped. A force of habit.

"Indeed, Assistant Kang." He played along, earning himself a clearly irked look from Jaehee. "You do know me more intimately than anyone, which is why you should know that I never feel nervous," he stated.

"I didn't feel nervous when I signed billion dollar contracts, when I directed international meetings with affluent maganants, or when I designated all that needed to be bought and rented for this wedding."

Despite his stoic approach, Jaehee knew there was more to it. She reached out her hand, gently pushing back a few strands of dark hair that he unknowingly allowed to fall out of place. "Yet?"

His anxious eyes met hers, finally admitting defeat. "Yet now I feel more incredibly anxious than I have ever felt in my whole life. How can you be so tranquil and relaxed?" he asked in sheer puzzlement.

As if giving up an important secret, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I took some tranquilizing pills before arriving here," she revealed with a small, embarrassed smile. "I didn't tell you because I didn't think you'd need them. You can take some of you want, they're in my bag—"