All I can feel is Chanyeol’s arms around me.

And that is the only thing that matters at the moment.

I feel horrible. Quite horrible that I have to be someone’s television wife. This someone not being the man that holds me, the only man who should be the only person holding me like this. Holding me like I was going to melt away if he let go.

“They told you how tomorrow’s `gonna go?” He asks, his breath brushing against my hair.

I only nod.

He nods back and tightens his embrace. And I let him.

“Shouldn’t you be back at your dorm? It’s late.” I ask him. If it were any other night, I would’ve let him stay. Begged him to spend the night beside me. But tomorrow, before I wake up, cameras will be pointed at my face. They will be capturing everything starting from the moment I wake up till the end of the show.

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