"Mr.Baekhyun, please.." Taeyeon whine for the 5th time since we started movie her stuff. We're now in my Blackish red GTR, I glance at her and keep my smile, she's so entertaining. 

"Taeyeon-ah, don't worry, we're not bad people" I notice her expression change when I call her that, and the I shouldn't, she's 3 years older than me, so I asked her to call me Baekhyun-ah instead of "Mr." Baekhyun but she didn't, so payback is a sweet b*tch I believe. I don't mean to annoy her though, ever since Jessica told me who was this mystery cruch of hers, I've decided to take care of her. Impressed can't even begin to describe how I felt when I heard her story, I've always thought that Jessica was incredible because she challenged our family and became a psychologist, but Taeyeon...God bless that will of hers. I still can't believe what she went through, how can anyone be cruel to her like that?! I've only known her for two days and I already see so much potential in her, sadly our society doesn't. 

Our car ride didn't take that long, for all I know, we both kept silent, drown into our little bubble. Jessica was out and it was my duty to show Miss Kim the place around. With a smile on my face, we existed the car and asked the porter to take her suitcase to my apartment. She eyed me for a second before nodding her head, not saying a word.

"Thank you...m..Baekhyun-ah" she shyly thanked me, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her arms folded, and her sight was on the far horizon. I followed her gaze  the sky was a beautiful shade of dark blue, with thousands of stars out there shinning down on us, my hands were in my pocket as I stared at Taeyeon instead. She was so drown to them, that her eyes reflected their shine. I just smiled at her.

"Want to go inside?!" I softly asked her, careful not to kill that gleam in her eyes. I've always wondered how a woman would look at something or someone she loved, they say she becomes a hundred times prettier, but since I have zero experience in love, I haven't seen it yet. Sure, there were times where I met some of my lady fans, and yes they said they loved me, but I doubt it's the kind d of love I solicitude. I want the kind of love that'd wake up every sense of mine, until it overcomes every sense in my body, and leave me a blazing emerald. With a small tag on her white shirt, those soulful eyes looked at me, as I led her upwards to my nap Jessica's place. It wasn't that fancy according to my family. The walls were black and beige, with a Grey ceiling that has a silver circular chandelier with small crystals hanging from it. The side facing the city is bulletproof glass, so we can easily look out on the city, and the sofas are white leather lawson-style sofa and a table between them, with a Sony Bravia 60 inches led TV on the black wall surrounded b