He's hot, I'm NOT.

26th star.

>>DEBBY'S POV<<

After bidding our goodbyes to the boys, we went straight home. Me and Baekhyun decided to walk, since our house weren't that far from the building.

Wearing his "Drug Dealer" disguise (I gave it a name), he held my hand tightly, and wrapped his left arm around me. I felt safe by just feeling the warmth of him. But I still feel the cold breeze bite my skin, leaving me shivering.

"Are you cold?" He asks as he started taking off his cardigan.

"No," I say. "keep that to yourself. Your fans might notice you with me. I don't want to die early." I continue to talk playfully. He tighted his grip on my hand, like crashing my bone.

"I won't let them touch you." He said firmly. I let out a shy smile and looked down.

When we reached home, we found Baekhyun's mom fiddling with her phone. She smiled when she noticed us holding hands, "Oh hello my little cupcakes," she said and kissed us on the cheek.

"I'm just here to remind you that your wedding is two days from now." She announced.

"Yes, mom. We know." We both nodded our heads as mom blabbed everything. Starting from the venue, the flavors of the cakes, the flowers, and many many more. Frankly, I wasn't really listening. Instead, I found myself staring at Baekhyun. His face filled with curiosity, as mom discussed everything about our wedding.

Mom was searching for something inside her bag. *Probably her other phone.* I thought, as I kept myself busy staring at Baekhyun. Unfortunately, he caught my eyes and winked at me. I stuck my tongue out and looked down, silently laughing at myself.

Mom left after a few minutes, she said she have an important meeting to attend.

We're now all alone. I am sitting on the couch, while Baekhyun was standing at the door. Suddenly, he started whistling playfully. I feel that something is going to happen, he's up to something. I know it. I felt Baekhyun walking towards my direction, and before he could do anything stupid, I ran and stormed upstairs laughing like a maniac. He sure ran after me, following me everywhere my feet brings me.

At the balcony, the stairs, back to the living room, the dining area, the kitchen, and back upstairs to our room. I gave up and let myself 'slip' so he could catch and hug me. We collapsed on the bed catching our breaths, still laughing.

"Idiot." I told him.

"You're a fast runner despite of your short legs." He bluntly said. I hit his chest and felt it vibrating, indicating that he's laughing at my embarrassment. I buried myself deeper on his chest, accidentaly inhaling his scent. *His scent.* It's one of those endless things I have always loved about him.

We did nothing all day, from late afternoon until midnight. Cuddling, whispering 'Iloveyous' to each other, stealing kisses, tickling and telling each other stories and embarrassing moments that happened to us before, until I fell asleep in his arms. I feel him stroking my hair gently, until I completely drifted to dreamland, with him.