Sweet Pineapple

Chapter 4: Jae's POV

I was so excited I couldn't sleep. That couldn't be real. I was going to meet Exy. No! I was going to style Exy for his concert! I couldn't believe this was really happening. That must be a dream!

"Berta, pinch me..." I asked her. She was eating a bowl of cereal, her mouth as full as a hamster. She lifted her wrist and punched my left arm.

"Ouch!" I complained, rubbing my hand where she'd hit me.

"You asked..."

"I said pinch, not punch!"

"Tomato, tomahto..." She emphasized the last A with an eye rolling.

"Ha-Ha, very funny."

I made myself some coffee, my hands were shaking from the excitement so I was extra careful, I didn't want to mess up today with my stupidity. But yet I took a sip so fast that I burned the tip of my tongue. Great! It's not me if it doesn't happen...

"Look, Jae-Jae." Called Berta, shaking her head disapprovingly when I stuck out my tongue to check the damage. "You know I can't come with you to KSE now..."

"I would have canceled that client if I were you, how would you miss that??!!"

"But..." Oh-oh... I don't like that 'but'... Especially when it comes with that wicked smirk...

"But..." I echoed, hesitantly waiting for the continuation.

"...I'm sending someone to help you."

I knew it! She was planning something... "Someone who?"

As soon as I finished the question there's a knock on the door. She signed me to open it. I don't want to go with anyone else, I want Berta! Damned VIP client... I opened the door to a tall blond man, Ray-bans on his face and a black trolley in his hands.

"Good morning, Jae-Eun!" He raised his glasses and placed them on his hair. His voice was deep and smooth, it almost didn't match his young face.

"Oh... Hi, Nyan, good morning." I tried not to be weird, but my voice was a little too high. I cleaned my throat. "Hum! Come in..."

I cast a menacing glare at Berta and she opened a mischievous smile. Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kill her...

"Am I too early?"

"Of course not!" Said Berta taking a seat on the couch. "Jae-Eun is almost ready, right Jae-Jae?"

"Yes, yes... almost."

He sat on the couch next to Berta, taking off his leather jacket, showing up his muscular shoulders in a sleeveless white tee. My mouth dropped. Doesn't he have anything with sleeves on? I quickly finished my cup of coffee and headed to the kitchen, hitting my knee on the coffee table midway.

"Are you okay?" Asked Nyan, reaching his hands in my direction as I was about to fall.

"I'm... fine..." I said between teeth, trying not to make a scene.

Fuck, FUCK! This is not good... Why did she have to ask him to come, of all people we know! Shit, it hurts... I rubbed my hand on my knee, it will leave a bruise. I finished getting ready and we left. Nyan put all our stuff in the trunk of his car and I was just glad he was the one driving. I didn't like driving. Especially in rush hours. Even more when I was this stressed.

My hands were so shaky and sweaty it was hard to pull the seat belt. It kept locking up at my attempts to release the string. I guess he saw my struggle because he leaned over me to reach the belt by my side. His face was a few inches from mine. I squeezed myself against the back of my seat trying to increase the distance, but it wasn't enough. I could still smell his shampoo. That annoying fruity scent again. I held my breath when he suddenly turned his face to mine. I could feel my whole body tense. My cheeks and my ears burned. Oh gosh, why is he so damn close? Get off! Get off! After an absurdly long second he finally moved and I could breathe again. He locked it in place and moved back to his seat.