Chapter 19

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Next morning,

Tiffany starts to stir before Taeyeon. She snuggle her head at Taeyeon's chest naturally and tried her best to open her eyes. She looked around and realized she's in Taeyeon's arm. She look down and look up. "Taeyeon??"

She then remember last night when she was drowsy, she requested him to hug her to sleep. "Oh my god, why have I done?!" She said soft enough and make sure not to wake him up. "Aish.. pabo yah. I must have sounded so desperate." Tiffany smacked her head.

"You're awake.." Taeyeon talked in his hoarse voice as he rubbed his eyes. Tiffany secretly giggled at his cuteness. "Thanks for staying by my side." Tiffany thanked the boy and blushed when she realized their position. She felt it being surreal. It's like they were newlyweds and they are having their honeymoon.

Taeyeon immediately let loose of his hug when he starts to fluster and realize it's kind of inappropriate for them to get so touchy. Tiffany sat up and look at Taeyeon who is still leaning against the bedboard, slightly keeping his body away from her.

"I forgot to praise you last night. Your pink shirt is really cute. I love it."

Taeyeon got a shocked.

Tiffany sounded.. seductive. Am I thinking too much? Oh my god..- Taeyeon thought.

He gulped before he return Tiffany a smile showing his chin dimples.

"Aigoo so cute." Tiffany lightly pinch Taeyeon's chubby cheeks.

Taeyeon stunned the second time in the morning.

She is killing me. -Taeyeon thought.

He gulped nervously the second time and rubbed his hair.

"Do you know.. everything pink.." Tiffany paused and leaned forward, which made Taeyeon froze again.

"is mine?" Tiffany whispered into his ears.

Taeyeon got shivers and swallowed a bigger lump in his throat.

"I-I'm going to make breakfast."

Tiffany just chuckled at Taeyeon who ran so fast with his face all heated up.

kekeke. Did he feel something? - Tiffany thought.

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Great who am I kidding? This is Tiffany's house! How can I forget?! How do I make breakfast now? - Taeyeon thought to himself as he wander around the kitchen and look for possible food.

"Hmm.. eggs.. ham.. bread?"

"Who are you?"

Taeyeon got alarmed when he heard the voice that he hit his head when he suddenly stood up with his head almost inside the fridge.

"Oww!!"

"Are you okay???" The girl went forward and rubbed Taeyeon's head.

"I'm.. good." Taeyeon backed away with the close contact with the stranger.

"I'm Krystal. You're?"

"Kim Taeyeon."

"May I know why a handsome guy like you is doing here?"

"I.." Shit, I can't say I slept over in Tiffany's house right? It sounds wrong. What excuse? Oh my god.. I'm so dead??? - Taeyeon thought

"Krystal Jung! What are you doing here?"

Taeyeon went back to prepare breakfast since he is saved by Tiffany's appearance. He continued to cook while the girls are having their conversation in English.

"Tiff Unni!"

"You climbed in again?!"

"Hehehe my Unni said your family maid and butlers are gone to stay in your father's apartment."

"Yes.. they have some urgent events to help out. But does this means you can sneak in here as you wish?" Tiffany folded her arms, talking to Krystal like her real sister.

"Because I miss you and wanted to ask you out for shopping! Unni said she's busy so she couldn't join us, sadly.."

"Shopping?!"

Taeyeon is able to catch the word 'shopping' in English and turn to look at the girls.

Geez, girls get so excited when they mention about shopping.. - Taeyeon thought and shook his head before continuing frying the pmelette.

"Tiff unni, I think it has been a while since I'm here, so please explain who is he?"

"Oh.. He.. he is my .. friend."

"Really? Did you guys make love last night?"

"YAH! Krystal Jung!" Tiffany looked at Taeyeon immediately, afraid he might hear their conversation. But she let out a sigh of relief when she remembered Taeyeon's English is quite bad.

"NO! He just.. slept over to take care of me. I was sick last night."

"And you recovered." Krystal gave a I-am-not-buying-it face and folded her arms at Tiffany.

"Krystal! It's true! We did not do anything okay! And don't ever say that so openly."

"Fine! Tae..yeon shi? Could you please cook my share too?"

Taeyeon stared at Krystal awhile with a confused face. Tiffany couldn't help but laugh again.

He is able to make me laugh all day. He is just soo cute! - Tiffany thought.

"She wants you to cook her share too." Tiffany translated it to hangul for Taeyeon since Krystal used English on him. "Okay, no problem!" Taeyeon then smiled with his teeth after understanding.

The three of them ate breakfast together. Krystal get close to Taeyeon quite fast, it's like they are already comfortable with each other after an hour of meeting. After that, Tiffany invited Taeyeon to join them for shopping. Taeyeon hates shopping but.. he said yes. Whipped.

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Tiffany dressed casually but she dolled up a little. She didn't wear her nerd spectacles, and she slightly curl in the bottom of her hair. Taeyeon awed at the pretty girl when he saw her walking down from the stairs. It's like fairytale. But even before he could compliment the girl, Krystal has already dragged him out of the house, getting all excited to go shopping.

They are done with their tiring day of shopping,

Krystal grabbed Tiffany's arm and leaned in to whisper. "Unni, he's pretty good. So handsome and charming. Ahh~"

"Yah, you're interested in him?" Tiffany frowned at her. She is totally jealous. Krystal is a threat right now.

Krystal looked back and shared eye contact with Taeyeon. The boy smiled back with his dimple cutely. She quickly turned back with happiness.

"AAAHH~ Maybe? He did not even have a word of complain, and look! He is carrying more than 10 bags for us! He is such a gem~" Krystal's voice gone higher and started squealing.

"Yah. He.. is not suitable for you."

"Why?!"

"Er.. he is 6 years older than you!" Tiffany couldn't find any more ridiculous excuse.

"Wow! Really?! I love matured men!"

Tiffany mentally face palmed herself.

Oh no.. this is not happening.. - Tiffany thought.

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