Taeyeon starts to think about kissing Tiffany. She's only seen kissing in movies, and doesn't know how to actually do that kind of thing personally. She did have that one chaste lips-closed peck with a boy in middle school, but she does try not to think of it as a real kiss since it was so unlike anything resembling the action. Taeyeon notices Tiffany's lips seem quite good for kissing, as if they are soft to the touch and warm and - dare she think it - maybe a little flexible if they were to be tugged between her own.
Tiffany starts to notice Taeyeon staring at her more and more, and wonders if there's something on her face all the time. The girl's eyes latch on to her mouth quite often and she remembers the new lip gloss she's started using. Maybe it's the difference between the watermelon gloss she used to have and the peach gloss which now shines her lips. She conveniently does not see the time when Taeyeon stares and stares at her lips before biting her own bottom lip intently.
Taeyeon has absolutely no idea what is going on in her mind. Never would she have imagined herself sitting in a university dorm room in America, sharing a small bed with a gorgeous Korean-American girl, watching a pirated film on a laptop screen and spilling a few un-popped popcorn kernels on the blanket. Nor would she have imagined that the film portrayed the love story between two women with absolutely no depression about repression or forbidden secrets.
"Their lives are so normal," she remarks half-way through the film.
Tiffany glances at her and smiles almost slyly. "Yes, they are."
And Taeyeon never would have imagined that during the kiss scene she would suddenly realise she's staring at Tiffany.
Tiffany meets her attentive gaze, and they find themselves staring at each other without a single word exchanged between them.
Then the film is over and Tiffany is surfing through her laptop. Taeyeon fiddles with the now empty bowl of popcorn and then suddenly puts it on her desk right next to the bed. She lies on her stomach next to Tiffany, in the same position, and leans her chin in her hands as she watches what Tiffany is doing on the laptop.
"So, Taeng," Tiffany says conversationally, shifting closer and snuggling - almost rubbing - against Taeyeon's side. "Do you have a boyfriend in Korea?"
Taeyeon shakes her head. "No. Do you have a boyfriend here?"
"No. Otherwise I would have mentioned him already, you know how I am," Tiffany laughs, and rests her head on Taeyeon's shoulder blade, her laptop forgotten. "How many boyfriends have you had?"
Taeyeon thinks back to that boy in middle school, and answers, "None."
Tiffany shifts her head, turning to face Taeyeon's side profile and moving her lower body ever so slightly closer to Taeyeon's. "Really? None at all? No geeky teenage boy holding your hand at the movies and awkwardly kissing you on the cheek once?"
"Not really," says Taeyeon, fiddling with the fabric of the blanket. "There was a boy who kissed me, but I didn't date him. How many boyfriends have you had, Fany?"
Tiffany closes her eyes, turning her head again to press her face into Taeyeon's shirt. She really likes it when Taeyeon calls her Fany. No one else has access to that nickname.
"Four," she mumbles. "None of them were serious."
Taeyeon raises an eyebrow. "Not serious? So, you had four geeky teenage boys holding your hand at the movies and awkwardly kissing you on the cheek once? That kind of not serious?"
Tiffany grins into the fabric of Taeyeon's shirt, and moves her body definitely closer, pressing comfortably against Taeyeon. "Yes, just like that."
