The car started moving again. Tiffany was looking out the window, watching a white and blue jetliner taking off, trying to focus her eyes. She moved her legs again. She thought it wouldn't be that bad at first. But it was now, it was very, very bad.
She could even take it off right now, maybe Yoona wouldn't notice. One quick move under her skirt and that's it, it's all over. Tiffany bit her lip down. But what would she do with it once she took it off? Hey Yoona, check out this new funny toy? Sorry it's so sticky.
Oh God. She moved in her seat again.
"Unnie?" Yoona asked and giggled. "You really look funny."
Tiffany wanted to punch something. She couldn't punch the seat in front, it was the driver. He was innocent. Should she punch Yoona? She kept biting her lip, she moved her legs once again.
"You look like you're laying an egg Unnie," Yoona laughed.
Was it that obvious? Tiffany glanced at Yoona. "Because I am," she mumbled. She really wanted to punch Yoona right now.
"What?" Yoona asked. She clearly wasn't sure what to make of it. "Hahaha," she finally laughed.
Tiffany touched her forehead. The car was stopping. She looked outside, Taeyeon and the others were already there, walking inside the terminal. She looked at Taeyeon. She stared at Taeyeon.
She got out of the car and doubled over immediately. She touched her stomach and clenched her fist there. Good Jesus. And there were cameras around too. She stood up straight again.
This was the dumbest thing she'd ever... Well it's not like she even agreed to anything. Not like she was asked. She thought about how Taeyeon reached under her skirt and shoved it inside her panties in the parking lot, made sure it's in the right spot, and pulled her hand back just in time before Yoona could see. Then watched her get on the car and sit down next to Yoona. She remembered that smirk, God she really wanted to smash something right now. Or go hide somewhere and...
Some fans were already shouting her name. She took a slow breath and started walking. And it moved around.
She took a few more steps. She was cursing in her thoughts, this was really bad. Back in the car she thought if she could just get up and ease the pressure she'd be fine. But this was even worse, it wasn't just the vibrating, it was rubbing her with every step now.
And why did it have to be today of all days, she was thinking. When she didn't have sunglasses. Why did she have to wear those stupid retarded no lens glasses today. She was sure everybody could see it in her eyes, she was sure they could see everything.
She somehow caught up with Taeyeon and the other girls. She watched Taeyeon laugh and play with that tiny blue heart-shaped clutch bag. They were all walking past the row of photographers. Tiffany just wanted to disappear. She knew, she was absolutely sure everybody can tell by the way she's walking.
They were queueing up at the check in now. Tiffany was trying to collect herself. She wanted to locate a restroom, she looked everywhere but couldn't see one. Then she saw Taeyeon smiling at her. She was still playing with that little blue heart on a string, she bounced it around her fingers like a yo-yo. Tiffany looked at her face, she was grinning now. Then she looked at the heart again.
She looked away. There was an information desk nearby. Okay, enough of this.
The man sitting behind the desk watched her walk up. She smashed her hands on the counter and he jumped up in his chair.
"May I help you," he stuttered.
"Yes," Tiffany said. "Yes. Where is the restroom."
"Oh, this way," the man pointed.
