(Taeny) Hung

Chapter 3

“Yellow, you've reached Yuri Kwon's phone and please leave a message after the scream,”

“Retard,” Taeyeon shot with her reflex after hearing Yuri's fake mailbox receiver.

“Calcium deprived,” Yuri wasn't exactly the one to submit easily to Taeyeon.

“Diabetic,” the older girl replied simply with nonsense.

“Am not,”

“You're hyper. It counts,” which nonsense was grounded by an irrelevant reason.

“Does not,”

“You're hyper,” and one hard headed blonde, Taeyeon was.

“Enough with the distraction,” victory went to the blonde as Yuri wasn't really in the mood on playing their daily mockery.

“How was the grand proposal?” she tried to sound cute, since proposals were supposed to sound bubbly and touching by default.

“It was a pack of bollocks. I didn't get to do it,” Taeyeon tried to sound calm.

“Then what are you doing on the phone?”

“Found her on someone else's cock,”

“Like you have any?” it was a good attempt of making her friend felt better.

“Ha ha. Very funny,” sarcastic laugh was the only thing Taeyeon could do for appreciating what Yuri did.

“Do we need to find the cock?” the younger woman naturally suggested.

“Cut it and bring it to Tiffany?”

“She might get ecstatic,” she's trying to be funny.

“She will hate me,”

“So? She WAS on someone else's cock,” Yuri stated as the matter of fact.

“It'll be an ultimate insult...it'll be a dignity degradation. I can't let her have that,” Taeyeon explanation came out of nowhere, even without her had a thought about.

“What is this? Love?” a scoff went out of the tanned one.

“Exactly,” the blonde said it like Yuri had no knowledge about what love was.

“She deserves it,”

“What? Love?”

“No, dignity degradation,” there was no hate in Yuri's remark, she was experienced in this kind of business. Revenge was a regular part of their jobs anyway, even when it involved their own.

“I found her on someone else's cock is already demeaning...very low, Yuri. She might already feel like shit right now,” love was imprinted in every word Taeyeon said.

“Huh, I'm curious,”

“About?”

“Did you cry when you found out?”

“I did,” Taeyeon answered honestly, there was no need in lying.

“She's really your life, isn't she?”
“She's the reason I ever existed,”
“Ew,”
“You stepped on a bug?”
“No. It's just you,”
“What about me?”

“Stop acting like a fucking retard,”

“I'm the one who found my girlfriend taking someone's fucking tool into her pussy, on my fucking bed, in my fucking apartment. And you are just being very, very, sensible,”

“Then hang the fuck up, you uptight midget,”

“You'll never get married,” the blonde cursed.

“Look who's talking? I'm not the one who stays in this fucking business while having the knowledge of its risk out in the open and still willing to put my girlfriend's life in danger every fucking second,”

“I'm getting out, Yuri,”

“Yes, indeed Taeyeon. You tell me that one more time, then I'll give you a fucking umbrella,”

“I'll be looking forward to it then,”

“You don't get it, do you?”

“Tell me,”

“You have too many enemies,”

“I've got it all covered. I've set up a new safe house in the states, I've made some arrangements for me and Tiffany's safety,”

“Forever?”

“For every fucking moment until the day we die. I guarantee that,”
“Huh,”
“Don't be so jealous, Yuri,”
“Maybe I am, you are just so dreamy, Taeyeon"

“You're not helping,”

“Oh, I did a lot of helping,”

“Did you?” Taeyeon asked, full of sarcasm.

“If you hadn't called me, you wouldn't have realised that you have such grand plan and you'd probably leave Tiffany naked and forever sinned,” Yuri yawned loudly. “There must be a reason that made you decide to call me at half two in the morning,”
The older woman laughed bitterly, she definitely wasn't less clever than Yuri.

The thing was, Taeyeon had more heads and hearts to be responsible with, and one of them just gave her a choice that she never even thought about.
Leaving.

“You are one smart jock,” Taeyeon scoffed with her fingers massaging the temple of her head, trying to help herself in replaying their conversation for the last few minutes.

“Thank you. It's flattering, knowing how hard it is to get a fucking compliment from you,”

“Fuck off,”

“I love you too, mate. Alright, I'm off to bed now, it's very late and I'm knackered to my uterus.”

“See you around, hype.”

“Whatever.”