"Baby why don't you live a little?" a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"You know I can't be doing these things," I said, "I'm not one of your kind."

"Come on baby," he said, "Do it for me."

I looked at his brown eyes, hesitating.

"I love you," he kissed my lips softly, "Do it for us."

"Okay," I said.

A piercing sound woke me up. My phone was ringing.

"Yeoboseyo?" I answered with a sleepy, husky voice.

"Happy Birthday!" I smiled as I realized it was Taemin.

"Thanks," I managed to croak out.

"Were you sleeping?" his voice grew wary.

"Um, no," I lied, "I just have a slightly sore throat."

"Oh that's horrible," he said, "Well I hope you have a nice birthday. Are you sure you can't go out with me?"

"Nope," I said, "Sorry."

"Me too. Bye," he hung up and I felt kind of bad.

I sat there and wondered what he was doing right now.

And why did I even dream about him?

Horrible way to start off my birthday.

I stretched my limbs and yawned on my bed.

I was contemplating whether or not to sleep some more, but he kept appearing in my head.

Over and over and over again. 

It's crazy how after what he did, I still feel queasy and vulnerable to him.

My phone rang again. I cleared my throat and answered, "Yeoboseyo?"

"Yah! How long are you going to keep me waiting?!"

Instantly, my breathing got sharper, and my sleepiness went away.

I shot up on my bed, "What do you mean?"

"I've been waiting here forever!" Minho yells again.

"What? What time is it?" I frantically search around the room for something that tells time.

"You were supposed to meet me here nearly two hours ago!" he clarifies.

I gasp and hold my hand to my mouth. Did I really sleep that much?

"Minyoung? Are you there?" he grew wary of my silence.

"Um, Minho," I bit my lip hesitantly, "Are you mad?"

"Are you crazy? How can I be mad? It's the middle of winter, and I've been waiting for my guardian angel to appear in this freaking cold weather! It's been like two hours and I can barely feel most of my skin!" he said. 

I flinched at the sarcasm in his voice, "Mianhae."

"Just come down," he said, "I'm waiting at the lobby."

"Oh," I said, "Well I just woke up."

"What?!" his voice raised at the end.

"Just come up to my apartment," I said, "I'll leave the door open for you. I'll shower now."

"Okay," was the last thing he said before he hung up.

I quickly ran to the front door and unlocked it. Then ran even quicker to the bathroom.

After a showering and getting ready, I went outside of my room and into the living room.

But Minho wasn't there. I walked around and found him in the kitchen with a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

I pointed to a seat by the kitchen counter and he sat down.

I began to look around for something quick and easy to make. I think I'll go with stir fry.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked.

"Yes, please," he said.

A while later, I served us both some food and tea.

"Why do you always drink tea?" he asked before he took a mouth full of food.

"I don't always drink tea," I argued.

He gave me a challenging smile. He got up and sauntered to one of my cupboards.

Boxes of tea bags and tea herbs were revealed.

"Okay, so maybe I drink a lot of tea," I admitted.

"Why?" he asked again.

The only person I know that drinks a lot of tea came to my mind, "I think I got it from my mother."

His eyes lit up in interest, "Your mother? What's she like?"

"My mom is nice. She acts motherly towards everyone. She's a big tea drinker and she likes hosting events," I said. This might be a good time to bring up the topic.

"Hosting events?" he asked.

"Yes, like tea parties, fundraisers, holiday parties, and her favorites," I breathed in deeply before saying the last one, "Birthday parties."

Minho's eyes narrowed in thought. Then they widened, "You're going back?"

"Um, just for tonights party," I said.

"Oh, really? When will you leave?" he asked.

"A couple of hours," I admitted.

We ate in silence. This was it. I had to ask him now.

"Will you come with me?" I asked.

He looked up at me with a confused face, but then his eyes widened when he realized what I was asking.

"What? Are you serious?" he asked.

I nodded.

"No way," he said, "I can't do that!"

"Please!" I begged, "I really don't want to go alone."

He stared at my puppy-eyed expression, "Do you think they'll be okay? You know, with me being the son of a demon and stuff."

I sighed, "Minho, that's not all of you. You're so much more than that."

He crossed his arms reluctantly.

"They'll be fine, Minho," I reassured.

"Okay," he said, "I'll go."

I beamed at him and checked the time. 

"We have a bit of time left," I said, "What do you want to do?"

"It's cold outside," he said.

"Okay, we don't have to go outside," I said, "How about we watch a movie?"

"What movies do you have?" he asked.

"Taemin bought me the Harry Potter movies," I said.

"Taemin?" he asked a bit appalled.

"Yes," I responded, "For my birthday."

He pursed his lips, "Right. Before I forget," he pulled out a small pink bag out of nowhere, "Happy Birthday."

"For me?" I asked a bit surprised. He nodded.

I took the bag and saw what was in it. It was a very pretty perfume.

"Wah!' I admired the pretty bottle.

I turned around carefully in my hands and read the English script, "Angel."

"It reminded me of you," he admitted. I smiled at his comment.

I felt completely smitten with this Minho.

"Thank you," I smiled sincerely.

"So lets go watch that movie then," he got up and went to the den.

I walked behind him and got the movies from a drawer in the living room.

"Which one should we watch?" I asked.

"The first one I guess," he shrugged.

I popped in the first movie and we sat down to watch it.

Around the time where Harry won his first Quidditch game, I got a message on my phone.

Unknown: Your highness, you're parents are requesting your presence at this time.

Minho was very into the movie. Pity that I had to interrupt that.

I nudged his shoulders, "We have to go."

"Ah really? Okay," he got up and I stopped the movie.

"So how are we going to get there?" he asked.

I smiled at him and faced the empty space on my other side. 

I held both my palms out and chanted "Portal Angelorum."

Almost instantly, a big blue orb of light about the size of Minho appeared.

"That's how," I said.

Minho stepped forward and put his arm inside the portal.

"What's on the other side?" he asked curiously.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

He nodded. I smiled mischievously and pushed him all the way through the orb.

Then I followed.

Minho balanced himself in the common room of the palace.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Home" I beamed.