Requested by Mister kim

Chapter 14

Days went amazingly well for both Taeyeon and Tiffany, and before they knew it weeks had passed since they got together.

However, lately Tiffany didn’t have the chance to get Taeyeon to bed, since her boss seemed so worked up and occupied with endless work—it was about the new 4D hollogram or something, she didn’t know precisely, since her job was to translate e-mails, letters, presentations, or manual books from Korean to English, vice versa.

She wasn’t entangled at all in the tech business, even though by now she had come to get familiar with some expert tech terms, still she didn’t know the mechanism, and she wasn’t interested to.

The longest interaction they had was the morning drive to the office. The conversation was mostly about Taeyeon, in excitement, telling how the project was progressing—which Tiffany didn’t really understand, but somehow contented to see her lover’s eyes shone like a young, carefree kid.

The brief moment soon ended with a morning kiss, and that’s all. No sneaking into the office at night, no stealing glances every now and then, no making out on desk, no sex.

And Tiffany missed her girlfriend; her humor, her romantic self, her touch, her mind-blowing lips, her amazing performance in bed—everything.

“Fany.”

Tiffany turned left to her bright co-worker who had become a good friend of hers; Wendy. “What?”

 “Look.” Wendy cocked her head to a direction. Tiffany followed it and saw that Taeyeon, in her simple yet stunning black blazer and white shirt, was talking to Yoona and Nichkhun seriously.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Tiffany asked quietly, not taking her gaze off her lover.

“Something about the ongoing project, probably, how would I know.” Wendy rolled her eyes before resting her chin on her knuckle. “Don’t you agree that Director Kim looks two hundred percents hotter when she’s working seriously? I mean, look at her rolled sleeves. Gosh!” Wendy exhaled as she fanned herself.

Hey watch it, that’s my woman you’re checking out.

Tiffany’s eyes twitched upon hearing her friend drooling over her girlfriend, but she had to admit Wendy was absolutely right that time.

“Yeah..” she gulped nervously, feeling bothered herself at the sight of Taeyeon who had a hand resting on waist, while the other hand running over her silky blonde hair, her eyes sharp and lively.

Oh my.

 “She’s so charming,” Wendy mumbled.

“I know right.”

“How could she be so hot without even doing anything—just existing there.. breathing and being Kim Taeyeon?”

“I know right.”

“She’s such a good kisser.”

“I know right.”

“Also wonderful in bed.”

“I know—“ Tiffany had her eyes widened in horror as she snapped at the latter. “How do you know all of that?”

Wendy was taken aback, she blinked at her shocked co-worker before blushing madly, realizing what she had just blurted out. “Umm.. it was a long time ago, though.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tiffany muttered under her breath, starting to believe that Taeyeon might have possibly slept with every woman in the office—the young and beautiful ones, just like this friend over here; Wendy.