4 “YOU’RE BURNING UP!”

Waking up after a brutal morning, he tried to keep his emotions in check as today was special.

He's going on a date with his cutie.

Entering his bathroom, he went to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Done, he stripped to nothing leaving him bare in his beautiful muscular skin.

Entering the shower, he had his chest to the wall, and his back exposed.

As the water trickled down his tanned skin, the scars became more prominent, the marking of a whip and cuts from what seemed like glass or sharp metal.

Opposite the overly spacious shower you could see a mirror covering the entire wall.

Looking into the mirror he turned his back to it so he could see his back.

Memories were flashing.

Looking at him self he could see many different ethnicities in one man. Himself.

He had slightly tan skin which he thought could be from Palestine, but then he also had more Asian features as his eyes were not mono-lid but slightly wider than a Palestinian should have.

Yet he also was very muscular, and his hair was 3b in texture and curl.

So he thought he could have been from somewhere in the North East of Africa.

All in all, his appearance was very exotic.

His hair was cut short, so low cut bouncy hair remained, he cut it recently to look more tamed. His tanned skin was hairless, except armpits, paradise and his head. He is also very lucky as he can grow facial hair but choses not to.

Exiting the shower, he entered his closet.

Pulling out a black Lacoste shirt with some dark blue, slim fit Levi's, lastly to complete the look a pair of Bolvaint'

(A/n

I literally googled

'Expensive classy shoes' and saw these and thought they could fit the image)

Doing the necessary daily sanitary stuff,

He exited his 'house' and walked down the street.

Pulling out his phone he sent a text to the number saved as: my cutie

He sent a text

J: are you at the shop?

They both had decided that they would meet in the coffee shop

N: yeah I just got here how far are you?

Slightly speeding up, he texted

J: I'm five minutes away

N: ok see you in five xoxo

Chuckling at his weird texting style, he took out his AirPods and put on the song, 'we don't love em' by Hoodrich Pablo Juan, surprisingly he liked rap.

(A/n the songs in the box thingy if you wanna hear it)

Finally reaching the coffee shop, he turned of the music and put his phone in his pocket.

Walking past the ordering counter, he looked around to see where his cutie is and saw his fluffy hair in his usual seat at the back.

Walking up to the kitten like human and sat down.

He was about to greet him until her heard the sound of a flash and a loud clicking sound, much like the noise a camera would make.

His soft calm aura changed rapidly.

Turning his head to see a man with a Sony camera, heatedly taking pictures.

Noticing the demon king was looking at him, he stopped, but then faced the camera to Nala.

The man whispered under his breath, "this is gonna be a big scoop!"

He continued to take pictures of both of them until Jack stood up and grabbed the camera head and squeezed it.

Hearing tiny clacks coming from the camera the man looked back up to meet Jacks eyes.

Seeing the burning flames, singed by the terror.

The dark terrifying eyes looked at him with disgust before pulling the camera out of his hands and crushing it completely with his lightly calloused hands.

He then grabbed the man by the cuff of his neck and menacingly said

"Scram." The single word was enough to give the prying man nightmares for weeks.

What he had seen in Jack's eyes frightened him on another level.

Dropping the shards and pieces of the camera, he ran for dear life.

The rest of the people were looking elsewhere trying to minimise their presences, the dangerous aura had everyone cowering except him and Nala.

Turning back to his date, he looked at his hands apologetically.

"I'm sorry, they never seem to leave me alone", he muttered dejected as if he was a sad puppy, continuously showing big doe eyes for another treat.

"It's okay", Nala smiles softly, taking the fidgeting hands into his own, entwining their fingers together.

Jack smiled at this and held both their hands in a tighter grip, loving the way their hands moulded together perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Ordering a drinks for both of them he got that that weird concoction that Nala seemed to like and then got himself a black coffee. Thinking for a moment he thought that buying desert wouldn't be such a bad idea either. So he got a chocolate and strawberry cheesecake for his beloved and got himself a tiramisu.

Taking the coffees and slices of desert back to their tables, putting them down.

"That's for you and...that's for me"

Finally sitting down he looked up to Nala's face to see him blushing a lot more than usual.

Looking slightly worried he brought his hand up to his forehead, feeling that the temperature was way too high, he mentally scolded himself, why didn't he realise sooner?!

"You're burning up!

Come on, where going to my house, you're not well enough to go out!"

Picking the man out of his seat, he held him in a princess carry.

Supporting the boy against his chest with one hand, he took out his phone from his back pocket.

Quickly dialling a number, he muttered a few words on the phone and hastily left the coffee shop, trying to hide from prying eyes.

Seeing a black SUV parked outside the mall, he ran to it holding the boy to his chest.

Nala closed his eyes and let himself sink in his own fatigue, the strong warm arms holding him with so much care made his heart flutter.

Jack entered the car and said a single word to the driver, "home".

Hearing the hard voice, he drove back to the manor.