"Ah, hurry and zip it up, the doorbell rang!" you cried, and your mom hustled over, pulling the zipper up while your dad went to answer the door. You were both nervous and excited as the door opened and Baekhyun stepped in, looking divine in a suit. 

Today was prom and you still couldn't believe you were going with him. Well, it would have ended like this anyway, as he offered to drive you before you asked each other to go. You looked down at your purple dress one last time before rushing to the doorway to greet him. "Baekhyun!" you cried, nearly stumbling down the stairs. He caught you anyway and you looked at him gratefully. 

"You look beautiful," he complimented, and you blushed. "Even more beautiful than usual. Didn't know that was possible."

You stuck your tongue out at him. "You're pretty dashing yourself, Baek. Now let's go--it'll be hard to find a parking spot." But before you could put your shoes on (flats because you hated high heels), you parents stopped you.

"No! You're not leaving without any pictures!" your mom insisted, holding up her camera. She waved you over. "Okay, now smile!" You flashed a big smile, not caring if you looked stupid. You were purely happy. Your parents took a dozen more before setting you free and you raced Baekhyun to his car. He won because he was wearing runners, which still fit with the fancy suit. 

"Where'd you get the dress?" he asked as he turned the ignition on. "I borrowed this from Baekbeom." Baekbeom was his brother. 

You snickered at the irony. "My mom." He smiled before backing out of the driveway and the radio, allowing you both to sing your hearts out as he drove to the school. You were right: it was hard to find a parking spot but he managed to squeeze in. He took your hand