Taking a deep breath, checking over the e-mail once more: "This e-mail is to inform you of your acceptance as an English study tutor at Hook Entertainment for our company's Celebrity Representatives and Staff Members."
accepted. I can barely believe it, the company label of my favorite celebrity has actually accepted me to work for them, how cool. Picking up the phone I immediately call my sister.
"guess what?!" I sang into the phone waiting for her response.
"it's 2 am here." she growls groggily.
"that's not important right now." I giggle, impatient to share the news. "I just got hired on with Hook Entertainment!!!" I scream it louder than expected.
"wait. are you serious?!" I could hear in her voice the news has awakened her with shock. "That's the company of that celebrity guy you like, right?"
"yes! I'll send you the e-mail later. I really can't believe it!" I can feel myself starting to shake nervously, my joy overflowing.
"what will you do there?"
"I'll be helping with Englishy stuff." I shrug. "that's really not the point though, I'm just happy I might get the chance to see LSG in the office building sometimes!" I squeal gripping onto my pillow and hugging it tightly.
"that's cool and all... but do they know you're terrible at English speaking?"
"that's not fair. it's my first language. I'm good enough at it." I point out the obvious, annoyed with her realistic viewpoint on my possible failure.
"that's true." she sighs with a yawn.
"okay, get back to sleep. I'll call you later."
"thanks. love you, and congrats."
"love you too."
hanging up, I let out a squeal looking down at the screen to read the e-mail over once more.
A few days later I finally step foot into the Hook Entertainment building as one of their official employees and staff members. Hardly able to contain my excitement, I immediately begin to think about all the things he has touched that now I will also be touching, places he has entered that I will be entering, just over all being in the very building he has also walked through many times. 'He probably looked at that photo too.' I think to myself while looking over the picture hanging on the wall, 'and this!' I mentally squeal running a finger across the edge of the reception desk, 'for sure he's touched this.' giggling, I strum my fingers on it .
"Are you the English study tutor?"
Spinning on my heels, I turn to face the woman speaking.
"Yes! It's me." I smile offering my hand to shake. She takes it with a warm smile.
"I am Amy." she tells me pulling up her folder, and grabbing out a small post it note paper. "First. these are the phone numbers of important people, program them into your contacts so if they call you, you know to answer immediately."
Shocked to see LSG's name on the list along with his contact number I choked on my spit, clearing my throat, I pulled out my phone preparing to add in the few names and numbers.
"Not now, do it later." she rushes, still keeping her brilliant smile. "For now we'll get started on a quick tour." she adds flashing that absolutely dazzling smile once more. "Here is the coffee room... I guess westerners would say 'break room'?" she quizzically states, awaiting an agreement or correction from me. not sure how to respond, I just nod with a smile. Smiling back brightly, she lifts her shoulders proudly before walking forward again. she continues to point out a few more rooms and places, listing out their purpose or room name before coming to my corner cubicle. "This is your home office, but as indicated in the e-mail we expect you to travel to us when needed so you will probably only use this area for filing or paperwork."
'or making out with LSG.' I mentally add. licking my lips, I imagine him trapping me against the desk, kissing me passionately. Lifting my hands to my cheeks I cup them as I feel my face burning into a rich red flush.
"is it hot?"
her question snaps me out of my daydream, dropping my hands to my sides I shake my head no while biting at my bottom lip and staring blankly at the small but cozy corner. It's tiny but perfect in space, it looks both comfy and cute with 2 chairs, a pretty picture on the cubicle felt wall and a few pretty little artwork pieces scattered around the desk top corners.
"Adorable." I hum in admiration.
"I think so too." she agrees looking around the space once more with me, a small smile tugging at the tip points of her lips. "Across the way there is LSG's office..." she points out, her finger outstretched in the direction of a large room catty-cornered to my cute space. I don't hear anything else she has said after those words, 'how is it I've suddenly gotten so lucky?' I wonder to myself. Trying my best to stay attentive, I can't help but imagine LSG sitting there around the bend of me; my heart racing at the idea of his eyes meeting mine over the edge of his computer. Gulping down the lump in my throat I also imagine him standing, his eyesight locked on with mine as if he's a lion and I am his prey. stepping around the barrier of his desk with a seductive smirk, his tongue swiping the edge of his round plump lip biting down on it just enough to arouse me with a swirl of desire at the thought of those teeth grazing my neck the way they did on his lip. Continuing to imagine him walking toward me in that same, very seductive way. His long legs carrying him upright, feet meeting the floor step by step at the beat of my heart pounding in my chest. Placing one hand, balled into a fist into his pant pocket but bringing the thumb of the other hand up to his bottom lip tugging at it gently moving as if in slow motion, his succulent lips parting slightly as he passes by his office doorway heading straight for my desk. Imagining him then reaching out his hand to pull me up out of my chair, the soft touch of his fingertips encasing my wrist pulling me up with a strong tug of impatience. Arms swallowing my waist tightly, placing his mouth so close to my face that, as if truly real and not just imaginative, I could swear I could feel a sudden huff of his warm breath brush against my face and neck covering me fully in tiny goosebumps; my body shivering suddenly just thinking of it.
"Is it cold?" Amy wonders, noticing me shiver with goosebumps forming over my arms. "Hot there, cold here." she recalls puzzled at my odd sensitivity to the room temperature.
"Kiss me." I whisper softly, still imagining his lips hovering over mine.
"What was that?"
snapping out of my fantasy my eyes meet hers, the confusion of what I've just whispered clearly marked across her face.
"Nothing." I giggle awkwardly dismissing her question and my fantasy all at once with a wave of my hand.
"Okay... so anyway as I was saying. This board is extremely important, many flyers of upcoming events or important mementos are posted here. Please be sure to check it often so you can know what is happening: where, when, why, who, and how."
"Got it. Thank you so much for showing me around."
"No problem~" she chimes happily. "sorry I need to rush off. I've got something I need to get back to. But if you need me feel free to call me anytime. I've given you the important numbers, don't forget to save them!" with one last giant smile she dashed off quickly.
Bored while sitting at my desk with nothing assigned to do, I find myself getting lost in the daydreaming thoughts of a loving relationship with LSG.
"for you~" the familiar voice soothing to the ears, soft and kind echoes throughout my entire body filling my soul with a calming joy. I feel my heartbeat begin to accelerate noticing just how close he is to me, drifting my eyes up over his lengthy body to meet his eyes.
"so sweet~" I hum, reaching my hands forward into his direction to take the outstretched box from him. Instead he places it down onto the table beside us, using this chance with my arms open wide to swiftly pull me up from my chair with so much momentum I crashed clumsily into his chest giving him the perfect opportunity to wrap his arms around my back holding tightly. His chuckle over my shoulder vibrating through both of us, leaving me humming at the soothing effect it has over my soul. Like rain tapping softly against the glass window, something felt within powerful enough to move my entire mood and leave me craving him through my senses. I hug tightly to his shoulders wishing to stay tucked in his arms like this, chest to chest clinging on happily. Our bodies pressed against one another perfectly molded to the other. now feeling him begin to pull back, I grip him in tighter, digging my hands down further onto his shoulders with an internal groan of dislike at his attempt to move away and break the embrace. Once again his chuckle vibrating through me, meeting with my own giggle of satisfaction in him remaining still with me instead.
"We're in the office." he quietly gasps pretending to be shocked at my actions by placing one hand up to cover his open mouth. I playfully swat at his hand scrunching up my nose at his childish joke. leaning fully against his body, I placed my head at the crook of his neck. inhaling through my nose, I enjoy his natural scent drifting up and intoxicating me to the point I feel my body relax completely against his.
"Don't let me go." I plead swaying with his body, becoming lost in his embrace. His lips press down against my forehead, his fingers sweeping a few stray hairs from my face, tucking them behind my ear then closing off this action with another soft kiss to the same spot as before.
"Just a little longer then." he agrees, snuggling against me just a little more than before, I let out a small sigh of bliss after convincing him he wants this just as much as I do regardless of the location.
The sound of heels tapping on the floor heading in my direction awakens me from my sweet daydream, scurrying to gather up the folder and papers in front of me to appear like I'd been working. I look up to see a disheveled woman passing by, she stops at my cubicle tapping the metal frame with her fingernail.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." I wave to the chair beside me silently suggesting she take a seat.
"This sentence." pointing first with a pen to the part she is inquiring about, she continues on. "Is this right?" now phantom circling the exact words bringing her turmoil. Reading it over I think it sounds a bit misplaced but still makes enough sense I don't see a necessity to change it.
"It can be written this way, yes." I nod throwing a quick smile at her thinking this was all she needed.
"But would it be better in another way?" her eyebrows furrow together reading over it once more. "It's an official document, I need it to be written well. I'm afraid my translation is off. Please be sure it's correct." she urges pushing the form closer to me.
"Okay. Let me check again." I agree leaning closer and re-reading once more. It's been a few weeks now since I started with the Hook Entertainment company, I've gotten to know many people around the office making some workmate friends. Many of them with great English speaking ability, which really makes me wonder why it is that Hook has even hired me in the first place. for the most part I feel this job is very easy, a few corrections on translated documents, some English related questions here and there from staff members once in a while; but nothing really big or too difficult to handle. in fact, I almost feel like I'm not even really needed, so I end up spending most of my time just daydreaming about LSG while staring off into space. A chime on my phone interrupts my thoughts grabbing at my attention, raising it up, I look down at the screen, an address along with brief instructions on where to go after arriving pops up in my text notifications. Sitting up I re-read the number thinking it looks familiar but I'm unsure where I've seen it before. knowing it's definitely related to work, I simply shrug off the confusion preparing to head to the address listed in the text.
Following the directions I find what appears to be a filming set before me, many cameras and crew members filling the area. Truly feeling like the area is way over capacity, everyone appears to be on break eating food, checking their phones, or chatting with one another. No one seemingly noticing me walk through the mass heading in the direction the text has instructed me. There was no name listed on the text, but I pulled open my messages once more anyway to see if maybe I somehow missed it. instead of being clueless as to whom it is I'm supposed to be meeting at the site I wanted to walk in aware and ready. A new text appears as I'm studying over the old one: "Straight ahead." it simply read, immediately bolting to the small building a few feet away from me, I wonder if they were watching me thinking that I was lost, but in fact I was just trying to find their identity.
Entering the room, I see LSG sitting in a chair chatting with someone and laughing heartily. Stopping in my tracks, I stare at him in shock. unsure if I'm daydreaming or if he is really there directly in front of me, I force blink my eyes a few times wringing my hands together nervously. He glances my way, his eyes pointing out an empty seat for me to sit in, I comply quietly sitting down and placing my belongings onto my lap. Thinking over how quickly I'd been running to arrive in a timely manner I smooth down my hair knowing it is probably a giant mess of frizz atop my head, also tugging at the hem of my clothing to straighten out any wrinkles or crease marks. Looking into his direction out of the corner of my eye I choke with a cough to see that he is watching me spruce up my appearance. Taking a deep breath I turn away to stare in the opposite direction a little caught off guard on how attentively he was staring at me.
"You look familiar." he remarks tilting his head to look me over well.
I glance in his direction again, suddenly highly nervous and at a loss for words. I don't respond, instead dropping my sight to the floor and rubbing the palms of my hands across my skirt over my thighs. I didn't think meeting him would be so nerve racking, actually I thought I'd feel calm and excited but now finding I feel on edge like I may lose my lunch at any second. The other person has left the room now so only the 2 of us remain, again thinking that would have helped me to feel more comfortable. I soon find it has an adverse effect churning my stomach in a way I end up squirming.
"Ahhh~ my fanmeet! You came to the one in Singapore, right?" he claps his hands together proudly with a laugh, I smile shyly in his direction with a nod. secretly impressed that he could recognize me, but then also thinking about how I'm a western woman amongst his Airen so I kind of stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd. At least I think I nodded, at this point I'm not even sure I'm in control of my own body. just kind of going through the motions of response, I've weirdly gone numb without any direct thought in my head. "Sorry to ask but, can you please sit closer?" he requests, gesturing with his hand to the 12 or so chairs currently sitting between the both of us.
"Okay, yes." I whisper nearly inaudible. Gathering everything up off of my lap into my arms I slide over one seat still holding my belongings tightly to my chest, I stay in that chair hoping he doesn't notice I'm shaking uncontrollably.
Laughing, amused by my behavior. he stands from his chair dismissing his own request stating, "nevermind, I'll come to you." then moving over to sit directly across from me. facing me now, he grins widely showing off his beautiful teeth and deep dimple. "I am playing a role that needs English speaking practice, please help me with my pronunciation." he continues explaining with another toothy grin. "Oh! I know this! you really are my fan!" he exclaims distracted by the keys dangling between my fingers, eyes glued to the brown heart shaped keychain hanging from the keyring. "that's mine!" he shouts. placing his hand to his heart, he smiles once more before reaching out to grab ahold of it for a closer look. "Ah! this one too." he adds pulling both keychains into his hands and looking over them happily. My arms get heavy suddenly, dropping everything to the floor. My eyes grow wide in shock, mouth agape, I attempt to apologize but nothing comes out. Scurrying onto the floor I pull all of my stuff together, tossing it up onto the chair carelessly in haste. LSG then removing the items from the chair and placing them carefully onto the table behind him piece by piece in an orderly fashion, clearing my seat for me to return to as well as organizing everything for me.
"So my character needs to be fluent in English." as if nothing has deviated from the original conversation, he naturally gets back onto topic in a very professional manner while both of us still work at straightening up the mess I've just created on the floor. "I need to have as little accent as possible." he continues. 'his mind is so clear.' I think to myself in amazement. once I get distracted it's difficult for me to recall how or where to get back on subject, even now in fact my mind is in complete shambles unable to focus on any one thing. The sound of a paper stack tapping against the table straightening them into an organized pile reminds me to get back to what I was doing. Taking one more look around the floor to be sure I've picked everything up off of it, I jump up tugging my clothing edges, smoothing them out. my eyes come to rest on his thumbs over the top of the paper stack, his fingers wrapped around to the backside of it sliding against the paper with every tap. I imagine his touch must be warm, as if jealous of the inanimate object I suddenly begin wishing I could feel his fingers around my body, frowning at the stack of paper as though it is silently taunting me.
"Thank you." I mumbled reaching over to take the stack from him. Noticing my hands are shaking heavily still, he hisses through his teeth tightening his grip on the papers.
"Wait, don't drop it again." he says with a chuckle, tilting his head to the side refusing to let go. both of us stand there holding each end awkwardly. with one hand, he snatches my folder up from the table tugging the paper-stack gently to signal for me to release my end of them. he then shoves the stack into the folder and places it back onto the table with a slap to the top side unwilling to risk me dropping them to the floor again. My now empty hands still raised as if holding a phantom stack of paper he playfully high fives me with a laugh.
"Sit down." he suggests pulling out a script for the drama. I comply watching his hands flipping through the pages still imagining the warmth of his touch.
"Can I really correct you though mr. LSG?" I ask sheepishly, finally finding my voice but still shaking nervously.
"Yes. that is why Hook Entertainment hired you, to help me with my English script." he answered matter-of-factly without lifting his face from the paper in front of him. "so let's do well." he cheered with a grin.
By the end of the work day I felt a bit drained. the work itself wasn't difficult, mainly just listening to him read his lines in English and asking if he'd said it correctly. most of the time he spoke well enough I felt like he didn't really need me, instead hiring me crippled by the idea that he may not do well himself and wishing to portray the character in the best way possible for viewers and fans.
"How did you get here?" his question interrupting my thoughts.
"What was that?" I inquire but having heard his question clearly. I look down to the pavement attempting to retrace my steps wondering how in fact I did get there, my mind totally blank to memory.
"We can ride together back to the Hook building." he offers as an explanation to why he was asking.
"Thank you."
"Of course!" he grins widely using his hand to point out the direction of the car, "this way." with him leading me, I follow closely behind at his heels getting small whiffs of his scent on the cusp of the wind. He smells so wonderful, I can't help but to ask myself how he can manage to work a full day of filming intensely and yet by the end of it, still smell so naturally alluring. "you can ride in the back with me." he suggests over his shoulder.
"Cool." I replied honestly feeling so incredibly happy I'm getting to spend so much time with him like this.
"Are you going Saturday?" his inquiry caught me off guard, I look over to see if he's talking to me, the driver, or if he's on the phone. Seeing that he is looking down at his phone screen I assume it must have been directed at someone else and turn back to look out of the window again without responding. He doesn't ask any follow up questions or even repeat that question a second time, in fact he doesn't even speak the rest of the ride on the way back to the office building. Knowing he has just gotten off of work, seeing how hard he worked on the set today and not wanting to disturb his peace and quiet. I remain silent now just watching his reflection in the window and thinking about his possibly warm touch again, soon this thought process leads me into another love story type fantasy.
I picture his warm fingers coming up under my chin, raising my head to gain easier access to my lips. His mouth closing in on mine, the kiss gentle, romantic, and sweet. smiling to myself as the image plays over in my mind, curling my body at the thought of him kissing me. The idea alone makes me squeal in delight, blushing a bright pink. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if he really did kiss me in reality.
"I want it." I groan out loud with a sigh.
"Want what? Food? Are you hungry?" leaning forward to the driver he speaks to him in Korean. Throwing a quick smirk my way, he sticks his thumb up into the air with a small chuckle. I reciprocate the action before turning away quickly as I know good and well it wasn't food I wanted on my lips, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. I slip down into the car seat clasping my hands in front of my body, shoving them between my thighs with a growl of disgust with myself for saying something foolish out loud like that.
Arriving at a small, hole in the wall type restaurant I perk up in interest wondering what kind of food it is that they serve inside. Looking over the menu my tongue licks at my lips as the descriptions of each dish pops up off of the pages, tempting me devilishly.
"Everything here is amazing." LSG sings gaily.
"I believe it." I agree still reading the descriptions to myself in a sultry, seductive internal voice.
"I am going to order for us, you can trust me." he tells me, nodding enthusiastically and pulling the menu from my hands. Motioning over to the woman leaning against the far counter with a cloth draped over her shoulder, she walks over; hunched in age with a giant smile plastered across her face. Speaking in Korean they go back and forth in a playfully kind manner, his grin matching hers with the same level of sincerity making it obvious to me that he's a regular at this place.
"This is so delicious!" I squeak through a mouth full of food.
"I love it a lot." he says, placing a large piece of meat on the top of my rice. I look down at it suddenly forgetting how to chew, just staring desirably at this piece of meat on the mountain top of my rice. 'LSG himself has just placed a piece of meat on top of my rice.' I think to myself, emphasizing his name and my as though it is the absolute most amazing thing to have ever happened to me, or anyone else at any time, any place, anywhere in this entire World. As if it were really some noteworthy, amazing accomplishment I take out my phone to snap a picture of the meat sitting on the mound of rice, never wanting to forget this monumental moment.
"You must love it too!" he cries out with a laugh. Soon bringing his own phone out and taking a photo as well. Feeling a bit foolish I tossed my phone onto the table stuffing another big bite of food into my mouth. his hand abruptly comes down onto mine, pulling it now in the direction of my glass. Shocked by his sudden touch, I suck in a sharp breath choking back on my food, coughing hysterically. he gets up rushing around the table side taking the seat beside me, slapping at my back with his free hand, the other still holding on tightly to mine.
"Sorry." I choke out, still coughing crazily. He laughs at my attempt to speak, quickly filling a glass with beer, and shoving it into my hand. I grasp onto the offered glass searching for relief of the insistent cough. pouring his own next, he lifts his glass tapping it to mine; which is still pressed against my mouth, and downing his shot quickly. Giving a small cheer to the future of working together he refills both glasses, once more tapping them together before gulping down another shot. He continues to refill both glasses many times in celebration of harmony and connection with both work and the shared interest of food. Not wanting to give away my love of the food being that he has served it to me, and not because of the taste or the meal itself. I simply nod along with every toasting and cheer that he sets forth. As if in slow motion, I stare at his lips as the glass touches against them, jealousy rising within me at yet another inanimate object getting to touch a part of his body that I desire to touch as well. His Adam's apple moving in sync with the flow of alcohol being swallowed down into his stomach. the skin of his neck entices my desire to nibble and suck on it, looking both silky and tasty in the rich color of a golden caramel candy. Seductive in everything he does, every move he makes I wish I could actively kiss and touch him the way my mind imagines I can. Sitting so close to him I feel the flutter of butterflies in my tummy, my heart thumping rapidly, my mind jumbled with thoughts of kissing and touching his beautiful body.
"Are you okay?" his words sounding a bit concerned for my well being. Truth be told I'm way beyond help, uncontrollably drunk. I've m never really been the type to be able to drink well, especially when it came to knowing my own limitations so in a typical setting, I would have declined the drink politely and asked for water. However, when choking I find that I'm willing to accept anything passed in my direction, especially when it is LSG himself pouring my shots and toasting with me. I most specifically find I can only accept in great joy with a thankful heart, never declining his offer of anything. Rushing the glass to my mouth I toss back one last shot straight to my throat past the tongue, slamming the glass back to the table with a giant smile and smack of my lips.
"Delicious!" I exclaim loudly. Noticing my slurring, my inability to sit still, as well as my weird habit of purring in a hum when drunk, he takes this moment to push my glass out of reach. Laughing, he then pushes his own glass away as well.
"Saturday. you're going, right?"
Unsure what he's referring to, I just shrug with a giggle and nod attempting to take in another bite of food but accidentally dropping it all before it met my awaiting mouth. "I think we should leave." he suggests with a chuckle. Catching him grinning wide in amusement to my continuously failed attempts to eat bites of food, I drop my spoon with a thud, his flushed cheeks giving me butterflies in my tummy once more. I've been his fan for a few years now but seeing his photos scattered all over the internet is just incomparable to how gorgeous he really is in person. The lady in charge of the restaurant returns to the table striking up a conversation with him, his voice strumming at my heartstrings every time he speaks, I can't help but feel my heart rhythm synching up in unison with the hum of his words. He continues to talk as if lullabying me to the point of hypnosis, my eyes never leaving from his face solely focused on his lips puckering with speech. Perfectly created, every part of him is so well defined and handsome. from the tip top point of his hair, to the amazingly sculpted and finely chiseled body. all of him crave worthy, arousing a dangerously strong lust from deep within me. Reaching my hand out slowly afraid to startle him, I place it over his cheek, his skin smooth to the touch, soft and shiny. Sliding my fingertips back over his ear to the hair, strumming my fingers over the prickly stubs of hair there. My hand falls to the side of his neck, I can feel my face heating up seduced by his silky skin. Not moving away, drifting off into a dream like state I begin to massage at the back of his neck with my hand, pressing down just enough to get through to the muscle there. confusing the vibration of his speaking to be a groan of appreciation, my body tingling in delight with each new buzz felt through my hand on his neck. Swallowing the lump in my throat I turn my attention back to his puffy, wet mouth. his lips look so tender and plump, the rosy tint of them striking an irresistible urge to press my own lips to his. The tip of his tongue appears suddenly licking at the center of his bottom lip bringing with it another swirl of arousal rising up within me. Tipped to the point of an insatiable thirst for his kiss. I lean over dehydrated, licking at my own lips feverishly. My eyes locked onto my target, never wavering. He turns his face towards me, highly confused by what it is I'm doing. his conversation stopping completely to focus instead on my plan of action. I feel his eyes searching over me in bewilderment, frozen solid in place. his body tensing up as I float ever closer to his face, nearly nose to nose. placing my free hand onto his shoulder for leverage, tilting my head preparing to press my mouth to his. I can feel his breath tickling my face on each exhale, the smell of alcohol and meat surprisingly seducing me at an even higher level. My lips so close to his now that I swear I can feel them tingling in high anticipation, if I were to pucker them even slightly, they would make immediate contact. His hand comes up to meet my hand on his shoulder, his fingers closing in around it, he grips slightly pulling my hand up and off of his shoulder. keeping hold, he brings it to the table top, releasing for it to come to rest there instead. His face backing away from mine, he licks his lips again drawing a groan of dislike from me as I wish I'd made contact with his mouth when I had the chance. turning away completely from my grasp, he shoots up from his seat quickly with a visible quiver. Snapping out of my trance, I suck in a deep gasp of breath holding it in my lungs unmoving. eyes darting around the room, I'm so beyond grateful to see the only witnesses to this horrid fiasco are the woman in charge and the cook watching from the kitchen. covering my face with my hands out of embarrassment, I release the shaky breath I'd just been holding with a squeal of agony. Soon LSG's hands meet my arms, firmly pulling me up from my chair. keeping my hands on my face, I follow his guidance one staggering step after the other staggering step, to exit the restaurant. Paying close attention to his rambling in Korean behind my back, I can only assume he's cursing at me; although admittedly thrown off by his random bursts of laughter too. since I can't understand what it is he's saying, I decide to reflect on myself to never make such a huge mistake again.
"I thought I was dreaming." I offer as an explanation. He doesn't respond, just continues directing me toward the car. Once inside he lets out a long breath with a laugh soon following after it, smiling from ear to ear as if he's highly amused by the entire situation. he pulls his coat over my legs, laying it across my lap, tucking the corners in snugly around them. Keeping my eyes glued to the floorboard of the car, I don't dare to look up into his direction out of fear I'd see a scowl and not a smile.
"Don't worry." he encouraged, "It's fun~" he coos, laughing brightly.