SANDARA’S POV

“Jiyong” I mumbled, frozen. Whenever he was around me, I had to control my thoughts in case they became embarrassing episodes. Man, I was so jittery now.

Damn! Was this some sort of “stalker fan aftermath syndrome”.

“Oppa, this is my friend Dara unnie.” Yubin introduced as she took the jacket from him and helped me wear it.

“Don’t mind her, she’s still all shaken up,” she explained while rubbing my arms. It felt good, because I really was cold – and not because of the weather. “Because of the car accident. Thank God, it’s just few scratches.” Well, okay, maybe it was partially from that, but it was more my blood stopping cold when he had appeared. But hey, I wasn’t complaining about Yubin’s help.

Still, it was a little embarrassing to have it mentioned to him. I turned and faced her as she gripped my arms, “Dara unnie, this is Jiyong oppa, the humble and gifted leader of BigBang.”

At that moment, I felt as if I was being introduced to my witch aunt by my mindless mother. “Oppa, this is Sandara unnie. She’s few months older than me, but she looks way younger than me.” Just when did she start calling me “unnie”?

I caught SunYe nudging Yubin and they exchanged glances, which, my brain was too slow to comprehend their meaning. I realized too late when I heard Yubin’s next sentence.

“Anyway, we have to check your van,” I felt her pushing me gently towards him and she said, “Her sister and cousin are in the Kangin oppa’s program. Go together with her.”

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“I hope you feel better.” He was looking at me while we’re on our way to our destination. “It still might be cold though. The jacket doesn’t cover your legs much. Plus the booth is so cold it feels like you’re in Alaska.” He let out again his childlike and sexy smile that melted my heart years ago… it still had the same effect.

I know I would sound like a psycho if I said that I wasn’t cold at all because, at that very second I felt that he was embracing me. His scent is all over the jacket, bringing me warmth… but then he had another good point. My favorite shorts weren’t too presentable. “I don’t have to go in.” I mumbled weakly and red-faced.