Sehun made an audible sigh as he tossed his games controller to the side. Kai did the same. "The dorm feels so empty without Little Umma" he uttered miserably.

"I know" Kai agreed. He glanced around the common area and noticed how vast it was. Currently, Lay was lying down on the sofa, napping, whilst Suho was in the kitchen, preparing dinner as D.O was away. "With Chanyeol-hyung, D.O-ah and Little Umma gone, the dorm seems so quiet."

"Yeah. I wonder what they're up to now."

The maknaes sighed in unison which caught the attention of Suho, who came in from the kitchen. He was holding his phone. "Yah, can one of you wake Lay up? I need to tell him something."

Unenthusiastically, Kai got up from his bean bag and jabbed Lay in the stomach. Lay jerked up suddenly and cursed in Mandarin. He rolled to his side and fell off the sofa. "What was that for?" he hissed at Kai, still clutching his abdomen.

"Suho-hyung wants to speak with you" he replied, ignoring his question. Kai was still feeling a little down.

Lay got up from the floor and spotted Suho hovering behind the sofa. "Suho, what is it?"

"I just got a call from Manager-nim. They asked us if we could pack some of D.O-ah's and Nami-ah's stuff so that they could move it to their apartment."

"Their apartment?" repeated Sehun. "They won't be coming back to the dorm?"

"Don't you remember, Sehunnie?" queried Kai, "Normally WGM couples get to stay in their own apartment for the duration of the show. I mean, some of them do anyway."

"So what has that got to do with me?" Lay questioned.

Suho replied. "I need you to pack Nami-ah's stuff from your room." He addressed the maknaes, "And I need you guys to pack some of D.O-ah's stuff too. The WGM staff will be coming later to collect their luggage this evening."

The maknaes groaned.

"Okay" Lay replied. "I just have to move Nami-ssi's stuff, right? At least I'll be able to sleep in my own room after I move her things." Lay got up and immediately to go to his room. He couldn't wait to be finally free from Suho's snoring. Why else would he be napping on the sofa in the middle of the day?

Lay quickly got started with moving Nami's stuff. He felt a little awkward packing away her underwear but, he figured that it was better he did it rather than the other members. He hadn't spent much time with Nami so he couldn't really picture her wearing it.

Lay's eyes bulged as he picked up Nami's black panties that had pink frills and a pink bow. He blushed slightly, "She has interesting taste" he commented.

He quickly selected a few more articles of clothing and set them aside on top of the bed. "Now where is her suitcase...?" he wondered aloud, as he surveyed the room. Finally, he checked under the bed and found it. He pulled it out and something bulky fell to the floor. "Oh, shit," he said in a harsh whisper as papers from the folder scattered around. He sighed as he picked it up and tried to organise them.

"What's this?" As Lay organised the papers, he suddenly noticed a list of the EXO members' names that was written both in Hangul and English. He read it curiously. "Why does Nami-ssi have a list of our details?" He was about to dismiss it when he read another page and found that there was more information on EXO. As he read on, he realised that the whole folder was about some undercover report.

Lay couldn't believe what he had in his hands. It was some kind of debrief with information solely on EXO and how to conduct an undercover report. He realised that if Nami was in possession of such an item, it could only mean one thing.

"Nami-ssi's a... reporter?"

~*~

D.O smiled as he and Nami took a picture together. It was the last day of their short honeymoon before they returned to Seoul the following morning. They had spent the first half of the day sightseeing around D.O's hometown and visiting heritage sights that Goyangsi was famous for. Afterwards, they had gone to one of D.O's favourite restaurants that he used to visit often before he debuted. They ate heartily, after having walked around so much.

"Smile~" Nami sang as she took out her camera and put it on selfie-mode.

D.O smiled to reveal a heart-shaped mouth while Nami made a peace sign with her free hand. "There! Official selfie taken." She laughed delightedly as she looked at the photo, "It turned out well."

"Send it to me too," D.O said while taking out his phone.

While the pair were busy huddling around their phones, they didn't notice a group of girls approach them. "Excuse me" they heard a feminine voice say.

D.O looked up and saw that there were at least five of girls gawking at him. The tallest spoke, "Are you D.O-oppa from EXO?" she asked excitedly.

"Er, yes, I am."

The tallest girl squealed and her friends joined her. "I'm a fan of yours!" she proclaimed as she took out her phone. "Please, can I take a picture with you?"

"And me!" one of the other girls exclaimed.

"Me too!"

"I want a solo picture with you too, oppa!"

Suddenly, the group of girls started shouting over each other as they bickered over who should take a picture with D.O first. They were making so much noise that it was disturbing the other customers in the restaurant. Nami became aware of the curious stares that they were getting from the people seated nearby. They had come into the restaurant quietly and the WGM staff were currently on a break so there were no cameras following them. It was meant to be their break away from attention.

Nami spoke up, "I'm sorry girls but can you please quiet down? You're disrupting the other people in the restaurant."

The girls stopped arguing and glared at her. "Omo, who are you to order us around like that?" one of them sneered.

"Yeah, aren't you just a fan taking a picture with D.O-oppa?" another jeered at her. "You're one to talk."

"So hypocritical!"

Nami eyes widened in disbelief, "Excuse me?"

D.O intervened before things got too heated. "Erm, excuse me," he said trying to attract their attention.

"Yes, oppa?" the girls turned to him. Suddenly, their vicious demeanour disappeared and they were amiable again. It was like their personality had a switch you could flip.

D.O was firm, "I am flattered that you wish to take a picture with me but," he glanced at Nami, "I'm afraid I won't be able to do that."

A sigh of disappointment escaped the lips of the group of girls. "What? Why not, oppa?"

He smiled weakly, "Because I'm currently on a date with my wife." D.O took hold of Nami's hand and showed them his and her wedding rings.

The girls gasped.

"And" he continued, "It would make my wife sad if all my attention went to other girls." He turned to Nami who was flustered, "And I don't want to make my wife sad."

The group of girls were tongue-tied. "You're-you're married, oppa?!" one of them exclaimed. "Is this for real?!"

Nami turned to D.O, "What are you doing?" she asked in a low and urgent whisper. She knew that their episodes for WGM had not been released yet so the public didn't know that they were participating in a variety show.

D.O just winked at her. "Don't worry, I can handle this" he whispered back. He looked at the girls, "Yes, that's right" and then he hid his upper lip beneath his lower lip so that it looked like he was pouting. With his big, round eyes, D.O managed to pull off the most cutest puppy-eyed expression. "And I'd appreciate it so much if you would give us time to ourselves since we rarely get to go on dates together." He fluttered his eyelashes, "Can I count on you to do that?"

The girls looked taken-aback. It didn't look like their hearts were ready for D.O's innocent aegyo attack. The girls nodded wordlessly.

He smiled. "Great."

Slowly, the group of girls started slinking away, not taking their eyes off D.O for a single moment.

Once they were gone, Nami turned to him, "Yah, why did you tell them that for?"

D.O gaped at her, feigning innocence. "Tell them what?"

She blushed, "That I'm your..." she hesitated. "Your wife."

D.O tilted his head, "But, it's true though." He smirked, "You are my wife."

Nami couldn't help her face from reddening. "D.O-ah! They'll misunderstand! I'm not really your wife. I'm just your wife for the show!"

D.O sighed as he pouted, "But you're my wife all the same."

Nami looked at him exasperatedly, "They don't know about WGM, though. They'll think that we're really married and it will cause rumours and scandals." Nami looked at him worriedly, "It might cause problems for the rest of EXO."

D.O sighed again and turned his body so that he could face her fully. "You don't need to worry about that. Even if these rumours come out, there's no big deal. Eventually, they'll find out that we're taking part in WGM together. I mean, the first episode is scheduled to come out this weekend." D.O saw Nami relax slightly and he added, "You don't have to worry about anything while you're with me, Nami-ah. Like I said," he smiled mischievously, "I can handle it."

Nami averted her gaze as she noticed her heartbeat had suddenly started picking up at D.O's words. Something about D.O is different today, she thought. He is more confident and playful than usual.

"Okay," she eventually said. "You win."

He smirked as they got up and got ready to go. "Where do you want to go to next, wifey?"

Nami coloured at his question. Wifey? Something is definitely different with D.O today. "Hmm... the department store? Or a souvenir shop? We should get the other EXO members something."

D.O chuckled, "We haven't really left Seoul, you know."

"Yeah, but we're still in our honeymoon, aren't we? We can always pretend."

Nami watched as a smile danced on D.O's lips.

"W-what?" she asked him suspiciously. "Why are you smiling like that?"

D.O turned away shyly, "Nothing."

She raised her brow, "D.O-ah?" she walked over to him to make sure she didn't leave his line of sight. "Tell me."

He covered his mouth as if to wipe the grin off his face but, to no avail. "Erm, it's just... you said our honeymoon..." he turned away shyly, a pink glow rising to his cheeks.

Nami looked at him questioningly. "You're acting funny today, D.O-ah."

He looked up quickly, "Am I?"

"Yeah."

He continued to grin as they made their way outside the restaurant. It's because I'm so happy to be with you, he thought inwardly. But instead, he said, "Maybe it's because I'm back in my hometown. I'm just in a good mood, that's all."

Nami shrugged it off. "Oh. Okay."

But as they were leaving the restaurant, D.O spotted that the group of girls were hanging around the entrance. One of them had a cup of Coca-Cola and he spotted her darting looks at Nami. D.O was immediately on guard. He drew Nami closer to him by wrapping his arm around her waist.

Nami jolted at his sudden touch. "D.O-ah?" she felt herself blushing as she looked up at him, her face only inches away from his as he pulled her closer.

D.O peered down at her and grinned, "Just hold onto me for a bit."

As they walked together, joined at the hip, the group of girls glared at Nami from a safe distance.

"Oppa!" one of them called out. D.O stopped momentarily and turned to her. It was the tallest one. "Is it okay to take a quick picture now?" She eyed him expectantly and he could see that the others were just as keen.

He glanced at Nami and saw that she was peering up at him too. "You should take one with them," she told him. "They're still your fans and we're leaving now, anyway."

The girl turned to Nami, "Thank you, unnie! And, I'm sorry about what I said to you before. I-I didn't know you were oppa's wife." She looked at Nami apologetically and bowed.

D.O loosened his grip on Nami's waist and proceeded to take a picture with his fan. The other girls ran behind the pair to get into the photo too but one of them, the girl with the Coca-Cola, stayed behind.

While D.O was busy taking pictures with the girls, Nami stood to one side, oblivious of the Coca-Cola girl who was inching closer towards her. From the reflection on the phone, D.O caught a glimpse of the Coca-Cola girl who looked like she was about to throw her fizzy drink at Nami. He turned back immediately. "Nami-ah!"

The girl launched her fizzy drink at Nami, aiming to splash her in the face when D.O suddenly sprinted in front of her. Her Coca-Cola hit him square on the chest, staining his black shirt into a darker black. The girl gasped in horror at what she had done, "Omo!"

The other girls rushed to D.O's side. "Oppa!"

"Yah!" one of the girls shouted at the Coca-Cola girl, "Why were you aiming at D.O-oppa's wife?!"

The girls erupted into heated bickering while Nami and D.O spoke to each other.

"D.O-ah, are you okay?"

D.O turned to Nami and searched her, "They didn't get you, did they?"

She shook her head and smiled at him, "No, but they got you pretty bad." She pointed at the stain on his shirt.

He chuckled, "Luckily I'm wearing black--" suddenly, D.O sneezed.

"Aish, you're going to catch a cold. Your clothes are all wet now."

D.O pulled his shirt away from his body to prevent it from sticking. "And it feels really sticky too."

"You shouldn't have jumped in front of me" Nami scolded him. "It would have been better if I had got hit rather than you."

D.O replied, "What kind of husband would I be if I let my wife get hurt?"

Nami was taken aback by his answer.

"I told you didn't I?" D.O grinned, but his eyes looked determined. "I'll protect you."

Nami shied away from his tenacious gaze. But inside, she felt reassured by his words. She knew she could rely on D.O and secretly, she smiled. Suddenly, D.O sneezed again and she started to pity him. He looked really uncomfortable. "We should go and buy you a shirt from the department store to change into. You can't walk around in that wet shirt all day."

D.O nodded in agreement while he tried to warm himself up. Seeing D.O shiver, Nami took off her hoodie. It was a black zip-up hoodie. "I know it's a bit small but," she draped it around D.O's shoulders, "it's better than nothing."

D.O watched as Nami tied the arms of her hoodie around his neck. He couldn't help sneaking glances at her lips again and he gulped. It's been getting harder and harder to contain his feelings for her the longer they spent time together. When she finally looked up, their eyes met and he averted them quickly. His heart was palpitating like he had just run a marathon. It was always like this when he was around Nami.

"Shouldn't it be the guy offering the girl his jacket?" he asked her when he finally composed himself.

Nami grinned, "Well, I was never one for conventions." She took a step back once she was done. "And besides, I'm not like most girls. I prefer that we do things differently."

D.O returned her smile, "That's true, you're one of a kind."

Nami beamed at him before she asked, "Shall we get going? We should go before the girls notice."

D.O peered behind him and saw that the group of girls were still bickering with each other. Honestly, he hated the fact that some of his fans wanted to harm Nami just because of something he said. What if Nami really was his wife? He hated to think that this is what their married life would be like every time they went out on a date together.

Suddenly, D.O blushed. Their married life? He really was losing it.

"Sure" he replied.

But inside, D.O was thinking, Maybe, things wouldn't be so bad if it were true.

~*~

Author's Note:

Hi reader! Thanks for reading chapter 51 of Our Little Dorm Mother!

What do you guys think of Nami and D.O's cute interactions? Hehe, more good bits to come.

And dun dun dun! What will Lay do after discovering Nami's secret?

Find out soon...