Hello readers! I apologize for taking too much time to update, but I was quite losing my muse for quite sometime, so yeah- Anyway, enjoy this third chapter. Please comment, subscribe, and upvote! <345     Love,   Quirkyqueen           Author's POV       The first problem of Nichkhun and Tiffany's plan is the fact they did not have their passports with them. They left their passports at each of their houses since they did not think about this plan before. It just popped out of nowhere inside the princess' little mind and she texted him immediately right after it. For the male, it was piece-of cake for him to go back to his apartment and grab his passport. But for the female, sadly, she had to go back to her family's house to take her passport since she has not built her own house yet. And the thought of going back to the house sounds horrifying in Tiffany's point of view. It is as if she just managed to escape the lion's cage to just willingly go to the crocodile's swamp. Our princess obviously does not want that to happen. For goodness' sake, she still wants to live.    "We have no other choices, Tiffany. We should go to your house to take your passport" Nichkhun says while ruffling his own hair in frustration. Why did not they think about this matter before they ran away? They both were stupid and now they are screwed.    Tiffany's eyes widen in horror. "Are you insane? The bodyguards will see us! Then, we will be scolded for the rest of our life, Khun. I don't want that to happen, I still wanna live in peace" she whines, feeling an extreme sadness and this point. She hopelessly drops herself on the chair at the bus stop and heaves a huge sigh. "I don't want to see my mom's angry face and I don't want my father yelling at me.."   "After we ran away from OUR own wedding, do you not expect any loud noises coming from our parents and relatives' mouths?" he raises his voice as he takes a seat right next to her. Gaining no response, the male cups her cheeks, forcing her to face him, whether she likes it or not. "We'll be dead even after we get back home, Miyoung. It doesn't matter if we run away or not, we will still be scolded. They will all still get angry at us. Now, we better escape or else we will get yelled at sooner than we expect"   The girl says nothing, only a tear drops from her eye as she sobs. How could she come with a terrible idea like that? She thought it was brilliant, yet it caused both of them in trouble now. She should have brought her passport along with her, just in case. But she did not even think about putting it inside her purse before they went to the venue. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault... Let's just surrender, Khun. I'll tell everyone that it was my idea and you've got nothing to do with this. It's part of my plan and I forced you to join me, even if it was wrong.."   Honestly, this side of hers is the one that makes Nichkhun proud of her. Stephanie Hwang is never afraid to admit her mistakes, even if her ego and pride win most of the time. She always puts commitments in everything she does, knowing that there is always pros and contras. She will take the blame in whatever she does wrong and take the credit whenever she does the right thing. This is one of plenty other reasons why the male adores and admires her so much. "Hey, it's not fully your fault" he says softly while wiping her tears away. "I take half of the blame for agreeing to this, alright? But really, Tiffany. This isn't a bad idea at all, we just have to figure out the way how to get inside your house without being caught by anyone" he taps his chin, his eyes are rolling. In a sudden, he takes out his cellphone and dials someone's number.   Tiffany opens in disbelief, showing the other the face that pretty much says, 'Are you kidding me? Are you seriously calling someone right after we ran away from our wedding?' But, Nichkhun seems very confident with what he is currently doing. Deciding to ignore the bride, the groom speaks, "Hey, dude. I need your help-" glancing at the lady who is now giving him a death glare because of his stupidity, he corrects his previous sentence, "WE need your help"   Starting to cry, our dear Tiffany feels her body become weaker and weaker. She feels like her soul is slowly leaving it, she feels like dying even before her parents and siblings yell at her. She basically just wants to hit her forehead on the thick wall at this point and then die in peace, probably stays in hell right after that for making her parents disappointed and cry in despair. "Nichkhun, what the f- are you doing? Who are you calling?" she asks in inaudible sound.   "Taecyeon" the male answers right after he stole a glance at her. He knows his "bride" does not trust him on this, but she should though. Why? Because her "groom" has got an amazing idea. "I need you to get inside Fany's pink bedroom and take her passport, then meet me at the bus stop not too far from the venue" Nichkhun closes his ear as the person on the line shouts at him. "I'll explain it to you later, just do as I say now. Please" nodding his head continuously while hearing the other's response, he adds "Bring Jessica with you if you don't feel comfortable coming inside a girl's room and ask her to search for the passport"   "I put it inside the drawer, the first one" somehow, Tiffany is starting to like this idea. Well, thank god Nichkhun is such a quick-thinker. His logic is superb!    Furrowing his eyebrows, the male continues "It's inside her pink drawer, the first one of three. Yeah, right at the top. Don't open the second one because it's filled with her bras and undies" Nichkhun checks on the other as Tiffany punches him repeatedly, gaining a loud 'ouch' from the man's mouth. "Alright, thanks dude. I owe you this time, see ya!" and the call is ended.    "Nichkhun, you're a ert! Enemy for ladies! How could you barge into my room without my permission? I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Tiffany screams, punching the male's chest with both of her fists in turn. Her face is all red not, not knowing how to hide it and she doesn't really feel like hiding it.   The male chuckles softly before holding her wrists, faking an 'ouch'.  The princess never lets anyone come into her room without her permission, so that is why she is furious right now. She never lets Nichkhun walk inside her room, even just for a minute. There are too many secrets that she cannot tell him, even up until now. But, Nichkhun, without her knowing, has barged into her bedroom for a couple of times. Apparently he was trying to find his t-shirt which he left in her house, so he checked her pink drawer. He found no t-shirt, yet he found undies. He immediately knew her sizes. Bad boy! "You don't have to be embarrassed or mad about it, Fany. We used to take a bath together-"   Tiffany literally squeals in shame as she covers his mouth with both of her palms. "We-we were kids back then!" Jeez, this man has really gotten into her nerves. Her blood is boiling at this point and she is definitely trying her best to not slap him on the face because well.. That face is too precious and too beautiful to be slapped, she understands that oh so well. So, she just stays quiet with a tomato face, looking away from his sight.   Nichkhun hates whenever the lady looks away from him. Somehow, he feels irritated every time she does that, maybe because he feels as if she dislikes him or something. It gives Nichkhun unpleasant feeling and he hates to feel that way. He steals a glance at her, realizing that her face is still so red, so he instantly becomes worried. What if she's got a fever? He turns his body to her before placing his palm on her forehead. "It's hot.." he mumbles. "Tiffany, you have a fever!"   However, the girl refuses to admit as she says nothing, not even nodding or shaking her head. She suddenly feels so weak, even to speak. Her view suddenly blackens and she knows she has lost her consciousness. Her body slowly falls to the side, luckily Nichkhun catches her in time.    After that, she hears no sound.         Tiffany's POV       I blink a couple of times, making sure where I am right now. Looking around the unfamiliar room, I try to get up but it's no use- I'm too dizzy to do so. A sigh escapes my lips as I touch my own forehead. It's hot.. Looks like I have a fever, even though I don't know the cause. It has been a long time since the last time I got sick, so this is quite surprising. I thought my body had become healthier, looks like I thought wrong. Gripping the bed sheet, I once again try to at least sit on the bed. Again, I cannot do it. Whose bed is this? I wince from my headache, the dizziness has filled my head. I take a deep breath while closing my eyes when I hear someone open the door.   "Ah, you're awake" Nichkhun? Oh yeah, I was with Nichkhun at the bus stop. We planned to fly to Bangkok so that our parents would not find us. Does that mean.. We are in Bangkok right now? "You're in my room, my apartment" he says, as if he could read my mind. Since when did we could do telepathy? "Taecyeon already gave me your passport, but obviously we couldn't leave just yet since your fever is quite high" after saying that, he touches my forehead. "I've checked your temperature, 39 degree is very high, Tiffany" I swallow down my saliva, don't know what to say, not that I'm able to utter any word at this point. "I made porridge for you, so please eat it"   I shake my head. Honestly, I am starving. But, my vision is blurry, so how am I supposed to hold a spoon and eat by myself? Yet I also cannot ask him to feed me, can I? I am no longer a baby, unless he thinks I am still a toddler, then that's a different story. I hear him sigh before uttering "Open your mouth" my eyes widen in shock as I shake my head vigorously, do not care even though my head hurts like hell. "I know you feel dizzy, but you need to eat before taking your medicines. So be a good girl and open your mouth, I'll feed you" again, I shake my head. Woah, I'm really acting like a brat right now, aren't I?   "You have to eat, Fany. Do you want to run away or not? You need to be healthy first, don't make me worried sick!" he shouts.    See? He is showing me that kind of face again, a face that explains frustration. Please, don't show me that expression, especially if it's because of me. Gulping, I hesitantly opens my mouth. His lips curve a slight smile and he takes a spoonful of porridge and shoves it inside my mouth. "That's my good