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"Fany?" Taeyeon's face popped up to the latter room as it forming a frown by the messy clothes everywhere. "Are you going somewhere?" She asked.

"Hey, Taeyeon-ah, I'm sorry I didn't hear you." Tiffany walked out from her bathroom as she sat at the edge of her bed. "Welcome home," she welcomed her with a sweet smile as always. "Tired?"

"Not really. Where are you going?"

"Japan, first flight tomorrow morning. Urgh! I hate it when my boss order me to go somewhere last minute!" She groaned. "He send me to the Annual Lawyers Meeting in Tokyo."

"Japan? Why didn't you tell me?" Just the thought about being alone in her own house without Tiffany troubled her.

"Last minute order, Taetae. He informed me this morning. I'm sorry."

"So no weekend for us?"

"I'll be back with a bag full of jelly?" Tiffany tried to negotiate.

"You know I would rather not eat jelly than to have you away." She leaned on the doorway folding her arms. "I thought we'll laze around and order Chinese food and watch movie all day?"

"Our plan was doing laundry and rearrange the living room together, Taeyeon-ah. None of that stuff you say." Tiffany increased her brow.

"Whatever. We wont do that anyway. You're going to Japan and leave me alone at this stinky house," she spoke sarcastically.

"It is not! Our house is not stinky! I put automatic perfume at ever corner!" She sulked. "What?!" she glared at the short girl who was grinning widely.

"You said our house," she stated simply.

"I did?" Tiffany blushed hard as she bowed her head to hide it. "I'm sorry, I mean your house." She mumbled quietly.

"Why are you sorry? I'm really happy you say that, it means you have a feeling that you belong here. It's mine, yours, ours." The doctor smiled softly making Tiffany reddened even harder. She fought hard the urge to hug Tiffany right here and now.

"Thank you," she uttered the appreciation sheepishly.

"May I sit beside you?"

Tiffany scooted over to make some space for her.

"When will you be back?" Taeyeon questioned- ignoring the tingling feeling on her knee which was in contact with Tiffany's.

"Sunday night, though I don't have anything to do at day. I don't even get the chance to book my own flight." She sighed. "I'm sorry, Taeyeon-ah."

"Why are you keep saying sorry? It's not your fault."

"I know. Will you be okay when I'm away?"

"I am a big girl, I can be on my own." Taeyeon put her hand on her chest and nodded solemnly earning a soft shoved at her arm from the latter because of her silly antics.

"Go to sleep, Fany ah. It's getting late and you need rest."

"I will, just need to put these clothes in the suitcase and I'll go straight to bed."

"Okay, I'll drive you to airport. Wake me up?"

"You don't have to do that, you can use an hour or two to sleep, Taeyeon-ah."

"Don't argue with me, just wake me up, Fany." Taeyeon made her way to the door. "Goodnight," she smiled as she bid her goodbye.

"Goodnight, Taetae."

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Taeyeon yawned as she leaned closer to the steer wheel bearing down her sleepiness. She blinked a few times to prevent the tears blurring out her vision.