Heartbreak Vengeance

Heartbreak Vengeance One She pressed her lips hard against his, their legs knocking back against the coffee table with enough force to make the emptied wine goblets dance. The springs of the couch creaked and the wooden frame groaned as their spirited movements made the seams moan. Her hands ran around his scalp, tugging on handfuls of black hair as her tongue dominated his mouth. He grunted with each bursts of thrusts as she ground her hips down into his lap. Nichkhun broke the kiss and slipped out of her grasp as the sweaty locks of hair eased out from between her fingers. His lips took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on the sensitive nub. She moaned out in between heavy breaths, glancing around the living room of the house. Trendy, modern decor befitting a Korean pop singer obsessed with pink. The house had a beautiful view of the Los Angeles skyline, which she gazed out at in between frantic fits of thrusting and grinding between the two of them. Her hands wrapped around his head and pressed his face harder against her bosom. Nichkhun breathed hard, gusts of hot air coming out of his nostrils as his nose pushed up against her chest. His tongue swirled around her nipple as the lips shifted side to side against her areola. Finally she pulled him away and pushed him back against the white leather couch, enjoying the lustful stare in his eyes. She began to wiggle her hips side to side as she bounced up and down on his cock, grinning wildly at the way he pressed his head backwards into the backrest. He groaned and gnawed on his lower lip, whimpering about how

good she was. She knew she had his heart, how quickly two glasses of wine between them had spun out of control into a steamy session of fucking. Her first orgasm was good and she bitterly craved her second. She had no idea Nichkhun had this kind of staying power. His hands took hold of her hips, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he held her in place, arching his hips up into hers. The slapping of skin on skin joining their passionate grunts and moans as he pounded into her soaked womanhood. Her juices dribbled down his shaft and onto his inner thighs as the slickness allowed his cock to slip in and out of her with ease. Her walls began to pulsate and contract around his erect member as she played with her nipples, rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers. "Yeah, fuck my cunt," she growled between gritted teeth as he pushed her over her limit. She threw her head back with a cascade of black hair stampeding over her shoulders. Her moans echoed around the house as her lover continued to saw into her. She spurted against his lower abdomen as the friction of his cock drilling into her drew a powerful orgasm out of the girl for the second time. "Taeyeon," Nichkhun wheezed as the girl bounced up and down on his lap happily. She looked up from the couch to the doorframe with a cruel grin gauging her friend's distraught shock. Tiffany stood in the doorway, frozen in place. Her eyes were wide as she watched her group's leader and her former lover, Taeyeon, bounce up and down on her boyfriend's lap. She didn't even know Taeyeon was in Los

Angeles, nor that she would show up at her house, and especially couldn't fathom how she ended up on top of Nichkhun in nothing but her bra. "What the fuck is this?" She screamed as Nichkhun shoved Taeyeon off his lap, sending the girl onto the couch next to him. "Tiffany, please, I can explain," he stammered in response, shielding his still-erect penis with a red cushion as Tiffany stomped towards him. "What is there to explain? I go out to run some errands and I come home to find my boyfriend fucking my..." She choked her words back as Taeyeon rose to her feet giggling away. "What the fuck, Taeyeon!" "Jagiya, please," he squeaked trying to calm her down by reaching his hand out. "Don't touch me," she snarled in response, shrinking back from him. Her eyes switched over to Taeyeon who was giggling even more in amusement. Nichkhun glanced between them, a desperate look chiseled into his face. He ran a hand through his short, sweat-soaked, black hair and grabbed his sweatpants before rushing out of the room. The two of them watched him disappear down the hall taking only faint sobbing with him. "I see why you like him, so big," Taeyeon purred in between running her tongue along her lips seductively. "So tasty, so strong and virile..." "Get out," Tiffany sobbed as she pointed towards the foyer. "Get out, Taeyeon, I don't want to see you again." Taeyeon chuckled as she picked up the pile of her clothes and stepped around the couch. She smirked at Tiffany whose face was frozen in a shocked frown, tears streaking down her face. The kid leader seemed to be

savouring the look in her eyes, soaking in the shock and betrayal. A cruel smile crept across her face once again. "You can only leave me when I say you can," Taeyeon hissed in a low voice, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek lightly. "Never forget, my little jewel. See you around." Tiffany panted heavily, watching Taeyeon slink away from her, headed for the front door. She had just walked in on Taeyeon, her best friend and former lover, having sex with her boyfriend on the couch in her own house. Not even she had done it with Nichkhun, but her former lover had just beaten her to it. She continued to breathe heavily and dropped the bottle of red wine in her hand, letting it shatter across the floor. She looked down to catch her reflection in the dark red tide blooming around her feet. Tiffany realized she must have hurt Taeyeon with her relationship. Now the kid leader had extracted her vengeance.

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Two Tiffany didn't believe Nichkhun for a second when he said he was drunk and Taeyeon had taken advantage of him. She still couldn't believe that girl, someone so sweet and gentle had done something so vindictive and cruel to her. She leaned up against the stainless steel fridge and stared at the garbage bin in the kitchen. Paper towels stained a dark red and fragments of green glass sat on the black plastic. The only visible remnants of a catastrophe which claimed a seventy dollar bottle of wine, a relationship, a friendship, and her heart. She pulled her fluffy pink robe tighter around her nude body, the comforting terry cloth providing a warm touch against her cold, clammy skin. She had expelled her boyfriend from this house and didn't even know if she wanted to continue owning this house. Picking up her cup of tea, she strode over to the living room in her bare feet. She leaned against the same doorframe, staring at the faint rectangle of dust on the floor. The couch had been thrown out, as there was no amount of cleansing that could erase the imprint left upon it. Her pensive journey took her to the bedroom next. Her Louis Vuitton luggage sat next to the door, all packed and ready to leave. This place had lost the allure she had purchased it for. A symbol of her success and independence, now a symbol of her stupidity. Tiffany rapped her knuckles against the doorframe thinking about the moment after Taeyeon left and when she tracked purple footprints across the hardwood floors to this room. Nichkhun, her longtime friend turned boyfriend, hunched over on the edge of the bed bawling his eyes out. He

was quick to confess how weak, how foolish and how heartless he was. She didn't stop him or deny it. "Tiff! I never meant to do this, we had some wine and waited for you, then she came onto me," Nichkhun pleaded for her to listen to him. "Oh, it must have been such a struggle to keep your fucking pants on," she snarled in response waving her arms about. "Oh, the great Nichkhun with women throwing themselves at him, clearly it's beyond your control." He sprang up from the bed and approached her, but she shied away from his sweaty body. She didn't want to be anywhere near him in this post-sex sweat with the musk of Taeyeon's juices wafting off his abdomen. Tiffany stepped out into the hallway and Nichkhun followed trying to reach for her. "Get the fuck out of my house!" She screamed at him, the effect of her voice showing in his wary eyes. "Get out or I'm calling the cops!" "Tiff, let's just talk about this," he tried to reason, taking another step towards her. "What's there to talk about? You haven't even said sorry once this entire time," she pointed out, making the Thai boy stumble back like she had thrown a punch. "How would you feel if you walked in on Taecyeon fucking me?" "If he took advantage of you then I would be pissed, but you have to see it from my position where I was the one being preyed upon," he made another attempt, but Tiffany shook her head and laughed in exasperation. "Come on, Miyoung, let's just sit down and talk this out."

"Nichkhun! Get! Out! Right! Now!" She shouted each word to punctuate how done she was with this situation. Tiffany watched him pull the drawstrings on his sweatpants, grab a tee and jacket, then pick up his phone and wallet. His face was trembling as it must have dawned on him that she had just kicked him out. She shied away as he stepped out of the bedroom, sauntering down the hallway away from her. Nichkhun stopped at the end, turning to look at her in case she didn't want to follow through. "Tiffany... Pom rak khun," he whimpered from down the hall. She waved him away with a frown, the seething glare in her eyes finally pushing him out. The memory kept playing over and over in her head. It had been two days since it happened. Her phone continually buzzed under a deluge of calls, texts and messages to the point its battery finally gave out. She had no desire to see the long list of missed calls and empty words from Nichkhun, she didn't even want to see him darkening her door anymore. Her bags were packed and she was looking to go anywhere but stay here, anything to not stay another night in this house. She brought the teacup up to her lips for the final time, draining the last swig of tea. Tiffany placed it down on the dresser and walked out of the room. The singer returned to pacing the halls of her once peaceful and cheery house in disbelief of what happened. "Miyoung... How could you be this foolish," she mumbled to herself, dragging her bare feet with each step.

The doorbell rang and she tensed up. It rang again and she began to build up an anger expecting Nichkhun to be kneeling on the other side of the door with flowers raised up to her. When attempts to reach out electronically failed, then a physical presence was the only direct method left. Tiffany steeled her heart, raising her guard and preparing herself for a battle. Insults and criticisms amassed in her head, loading into her mind like shells into the breaches of artillery. She walked up to the door and curled her fingers around the bronze handle. With a heavy clunking, she twisted the hooked metal and pulled on the ornately carved door. Once the door swung open, the anger flickered in her state of surprise, then went from a smouldering fire into a blazing bonfire. It was Taeyeon.

Three Every muscle in Tiffany's body, every fiber of her being, every emotion swirling inside her heavy heart froze at once. Taeyeon stood on the doormat, pulling off her thick-framed sunglasses and tucking her hair over her shoulders. Everything in the girl's face said she came here for a purpose. There was no remorse, no regret, only a sardonic smile at Tiffany's increasingly distraught face. The kid leader stepped inside, brushing up against the pink robe as she did. Tiffany stumbled backwards in disbelief at Taeyeon's expression and daringly casual composure. It hadn't even been seventy-two hours since she had walked in on them, yet this girl was just fine by the looks of it. Even worse, she looked happy. "Oh? Nichkhun-oppa isn't home?" Taeyeon purred with a smirk as she glanced around the house before tossing her jacket on the coat rack. She slipped her hands into her jeans and giggled. "Did something happen between you two..." For a second, Tiffany could have sworn she heard steam whistling as her anger boiled over. She squeezed her eyes shut, heard the whoosh of her hand traveling through the air and felt a sharp stinging radiate across her palm. It sounded like a gunshot in the front hall followed by a tumultuous sound of limbs crashing against the hardwood floor.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Taeyeon on the floor staring up at her. A hand was laid against her bright red cheek, the girl wide eyed in shock. Taeyeon appeared to regroup and attempt to get up, but Tiffany shoved her back down onto the ground. If she was a stronger, more physical character or was able to channel her inner Hyoyeon, she would have pummeled this girl into oblivion. The girl tried to rise again, but Tiffany pushed her down yet again. The corners of Taeyeon's mouth twitched and she sprang upwards catching Tiffany by surprise. Sharp fingernails painted a pale blue grabbed at the pink cloth of the Tiffany's robe and shoved her backwards into the wall. The American girl quickly struggled to fight against the aggressive leader who pressed up against her. That leering smile got closer, a crazed look in Taeyeon's eyes. Squirming under her grip, the scratching sound of her hair dragging against the grey and pink wallpaper behind her head filled her ears. A hand cmae up underneath her jaw, fingers holding her still. She lashed out at Taeyeon and grabbed at the girl's clothes, but the kid leader was undeterred. Tiffany opened her mouth to scream at point blank range, but a pair of lips pressed up against her own. She shook her head as tears began to stream down, realizing the frighteningly cheerful look affixed to Taeyeon's face was in reality a cruel, possessive glare. She could feel Taeyeon's tongue knocking against her gritted teeth and the occasional bump against her nose as their faces pressed together. She kept struggling, trying to overpower the deceptively stronger girl, but soon she began to backslide into the past. Back in Seoul - back when Nichkhun was just a good friend. Back when Taeyeon was more than a friend to her.

The skinship which came naturally to them whether they were on camera or off, as well as the intimate glances and tender hugs between them. Those evenings where they would stay up watching dramas. Those nights where they would almost make their voices go hoarse in the throes of passion. Those mornings where they would greet the morning sun over one another's shoulders. But this wasn't Seoul. Tiffany's hands grasped onto the girl's hips, spinning her around in Taeyeon's moment of weakness. The American girl was almost overpowered, but she must have stunned her former lover by slamming her into the wall with a thud. An arm lashed out at her and she blocked it just at the right time. Hooking leg behind the temptress's calf, she shoved Taeyeon down to the ground. "What the fuck, Miyoung? What's wrong with you?" She growled as the American girl kicked her in the thigh. "What's wrong with me?" Tiffany asked rhetorically, kicking Taeyeon in the thigh again. "You would dare ask me that just days after fucking my boyfriend in my own house? You destroyed me! Do you not have any shame?" "I destroyed you? Miyoung, we lived together for years, became closer than friends could ever be," Taeyeon slid back on the floor when the girl tried to kick her once more. "Then one day you just throw it all away for some guy that drops his pants when a girl looks at him." Tiffany breathed hard and desperately tried to choke back her sobs. She didn't want to break out into a crying fit in front of Taeyeon, not to give this crazy woman the satisfaction. She and Tae had something special, she knew

that and everyone knew that. They were very open about it, but she was under the impression Taeyeon knew the things they did together were just as friends. Even when they got curious about each other it was a series of trists that neither of them could sustain if they wanted a career. "Where's your lock?" Taeyeon asked, coyly arching her eyebrows. "Not a day goes by where I don't carry my key around, but of course that lock I gave you is gone. Absent from sight. Tossed in the trash, I bet, just like me." "Taeyeon, this is ridiculous. We both know what we did crossed a line," she snarled in response. "I'm with Nichkhun now and you have to respect that. What Nic and I have is..." "Real? What you two have is real? You two have been going out for a few months, we live together for a few years and yet we aren't real," Taeyeon rambled, getting to her feet. "Why am I bothering to explain this to you. Get out of my house, Tae," she growled, quickly pulling the tie around her waist tightly. "I mean it, get out." "Tiffany, why can't you understand that I love you," Taeyeon cried out passionately, pounding her chest where the little silver key bounced up and down. She stepped forward while Tiffany took a step back. "I thought you meant what you said in August, that I was exclusively yours. I was the key to your lock." "If we were exclusive then why did you fuck Nichkhun?" Tiffany countered, her whole body shook at how insane this scenario was. "I fucked him to show he wasn't exclusive to you. You can do better," Taeyeon explained, panting hard. "God, I don't even like men. I like girls, Tiff, it should have been obvious to you."

"What?" Tiffany asked, retreating another step with all the uncertainty in her head readily apparent on her face. "You always said you were just curious about women and that's why we shared our bed." "I never said anything like that. You thought we were experimenting, like it was all a fantasy," Taeyeon whimpered out, tears rolling down her fair cheeks and dripping off the edge of her jaw. "It wasn't just a daft dream to me, it was real life. A romance I couldn't even imagine. You were my everything, and you still are." Tiffany brought her hands up to her face and breathed in. She breathed out until she felt an ache in her chest. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Her clammy hands pressed against her bare face, a temporary shield against the muted sobbing ahead of her. She knew this was all her fault. Taeyeon really, legitimately, had feelings for her. Feelings that drove her to the point of bouncing up and down on Nichkhun's lap when she wasn't even attracted to guys. Tiffany couldn't believe how careless she had been. Taeyeon was acting this way because she didn't fully understand what was going on. "Taeyeon..." She spoke without lowering her hands, still unsure of how she should put this. "Do you know why you were the last one to know?"

Four She didn't hear a response to her question. Just sobbing beyond the flesh of her palms. Her breath warmed up her chilly hands and she didn't want to lower her shield for fear of what might be in front of her. Oh, how she wished her hands were a door, something more solid and impermeable to hide behind. Tiffany heard a heavy sniffle and the sobbing die down. "I was the last to know because I was just a plaything to you," Taeyeon whimpered through the hands clamped over her mouth, tears running down onto her hands like a waterfall. The answer to her question burned with a searing pain like she had been stabbed. Lowering her hands, she caught sight of Taeyeon with tears pouring down her cheeks. It brought back memories of when their kid-faced leader broke down in tears with each critical reviewer or cruel netizen that struck out at the girls. Taeyeon only cried when she was really, truly hurt and now Tiffany had become one of those causes. "Taeyeon, that's not it," she responded weakly as the other girl emitted a warbling sob, shaking her head. "You have to believe me." "Why should I believe you? You told me I meant something to you, when I really mean nothing," Taeyeon choked out in between sobs.

Tiffany watched her friend shut her eyes tight, a series of tears pouring down her cheeks. She decided to forge ahead with her intention and stepped forward cautiously. The girl in front of her shook as she sobbed, the American girl spreading her arms wide and pulling Taeyeon's burning cheeks against the crook of her neck. "Taengoo, I told you last because..." Tiffany began in a soft voice that was barely more than a whisper. "I didn't know if it would work or if it would fail and..." "And I would be the consolation prize," Taeyeon glowered at her, pulling away from Tiffany with nothing but contempt in her eyes. "Brighter than jewels Tiffany cannot get a guy, so she goes back to Taeyeon the dorky leader to play with as she pleases. Are we all dolls to you? Is that why you bought this house?" "Tae, just let me explain," she stepped forward again as Taeyeon retreated, heading towards the front porch. "Stop it, just listen to me." The kid leader turned around, her eyes looked even larger with the tears overflowing onto her lashes. "Fine, explain it to me if I don't already know," she spat as Tiffany's hand slid along the wall. "The relationship between Nichkhun and I..." She began as Taeyeon winced at hearing his name. "Is more convenience than romance. We decided to date because our promotions for Mr. Mr. were ending and his promotions for 2PM were ramping up. The two of us have been friends for a long time, so it was very easy to act as a couple." Taeyeon's eyes widened with hope and the frown seemed to lift as Tiffany offered up this explanation.

"Additionally, you and I have let our friendship blossom into something more serious and people began to notice. You saw what happened to Seokcheonoppa when he came out. They all turned on him and it practically ended his career. Here, however, California is much more accepting of us," Tiffany explained taking measured pauses in her speech. "That's why I bought this house with that in mind. After doing everything as a group, it would be nice to settle down. Start a family... However, now I see that no matter what I try to do, it just never works out." "Miyoung, I didn't know," Taeyeon offered up as she pulled out her phone, showing the screen to her friend. "But look, so many of our fans leave comments saying how much they wish we were a real couple. They would never turn on us." "Tae, they're international fans. For most of their countries it's fine, but not for us, not yet," she shook her head and spoke gravely. There was a divide between where Korean fandom ended and international fandom began; the border between separated very different opinions. It was sad, but that was the reality. "Not all Sones are accepting nor are all consumers. If they don't come after us, they'll come after our families, our friends, our labels, our sponsors." "I don't care about everyone else, I just care about you," Taeyeon stepped forward with her arm reaching out. "I care about you too. Which is why we cannot be together publicly. Not now, not until either everyone grows to accept us or until SNSD comes to an end," the American girl responded with a blank stare trying to look strong in the face of her emotionally vulnerable love. "We both have responsibilities. You're the leader of our group and I'm Nichkhun's girlfriend. It sucks, but that's just the way it is."

"But, Tiff, I just want to be by your side," the girl's arm dropped to her side and the child-like face trembled as more tears pooled in her puffy eyes. "I just want to be with you." "And I want you be with you, but right now it's too hard. There's too many things happening," Tiffany responded with a heavy sigh. She closed the distance between the two of them, taking Taeyeon's limp arms in her hands and wrapped them around her. It felt good to hold onto Taeyeon. This confused, jealous, crazy girl who loved her so much she fucked Nichkhun. Tiffany knew this was all because of her carelessness. "I'm sorry," Taeyeon whimpered into the pink robe. "I'm sorry too," Tiffany leaned back in their shared embrace. "I should have taken better care of your feelings." She looked at Taeyeon's tear-stained cheeks, her bloodshot eyes and puffy face. It had been a long time since she had seen the girl cry like that, looking this disheartened and distraught. Tiffany's hand slid up Taeyeon's back, her fingers caressing across the bumps of the spine. The American girl didn't pause or tense up when the girl in her arms raised her eyes to look at her. She just focused on that oh-so-innocent face in front of her. She thought it was Taeyeon who had hurt her, but Tiffany was really the one who drew first blood. With that in mind, her eyes flickered shut and their faces neared one another's.

Five Taeyeon melted down once again, leaving Tiffany to take the lead. Their noses bumped and pressed against each other before their lips met, the tender teasing making the crying girl finally crack a smile. Their lips met, but unlike earlier, this was warm and sincere. It was like when they kissed for the first time, back when Taeyeon had whined about not kissing anyone despite turning twenty-one. She had taken her roommate's face in her hands and planted a lingering kiss upon these lips. No, it wasn't the alcohol like they both had blamed it on, but rather it was the feelings bubbling up in both of them. Those feelings that first manifested when she caught Taeyeon peeking at her in the shower, back in those pre-debut days. Tiffany nibbled on Taeyeon's lower lip, just the way she liked it. She hoped it would make the girl smile, just like it always did, but to no avail. She felt bad about the way things went down, even worse at the distraught look on Taeyeon's innocent face. She took the girl's hands in her own and began to pull her towards the bedroom. Awkwardly walking with their arms around each other, swaying back and forth with each coordinated step, they gazed into each other's eyes like they were dancing. Tears ran down both their faces in uncontrollable streams, both were unable and unwilling to stem the flow of these rivers across their flushed cheeks. Pent up emotions were venting out, and Tiffany was still

taken aback by the realization that Taeyeon loved her so much she would rather destroy everything around her than lose her Mushroom. "Taengoo, let me take care of you," she whispered as the other girl nodded, burying her face into the pink robe. They nimbly stepped around the packed luggage near the bedroom door. Taeyeon paused, resisting Tiffany's lead to glance down at the luggage, letting out a pained sigh as the American girl shook her head. The kid leader was about to say something, more tears threatening to roll down her cheeks, but Tiffany pressed a finger to her lips. "Hush, it's not important now," Tiffany tried to quiet the girl, pulling her towards the bed. With one hand she pulled back the grey comforter, exposing pink sheets which only made her smirk. Taeyeon's mood seemed to lift seeing the vividly pink sheets she sat on. Tiffany lifted the girl's chin towards her and gave her a lingering kiss, her hands descending towards the leader's waist. Her fingers slipped underneath the shirt and began to raise the fabric, Taeyeon's arms went up and she pulled the shirt off completely exposing the pale blue cotton bra underneath. Their lips met again, tongues dancing between the two as nimble fingers undid the buttons on her jeans. "Miyoung..." She whimpered as Tiffany pressed a finger to the girl's lips yet again, she shifted her hips slowly as the jeans were pulled off. The denim crumpled onto the floor, and Taeyeon's matching blue panties followed soon after. The two girls pulled each other together for one last kiss before Tiffany undid the knot on her robe, the pink cloth slipping off her delicate shoulders and down to the carpeted floor below. Taeyeon stared at her, fingers touching her lips as she salivated obscenely, a strand of drool

tumbling over her lower lip. The kid leader scooted over in bed as the jewel of SNSD crawled into the bed, her breasts jiggling back and forth as the two got closer. "Tae, do you remember our first time?" She asked, laying her body on top of the girl. Tiffany reached an arm underneath the girl to pull her closer, mashing her breasts against Taeyeon's. The scent of Taeyeon's hair tickled her nose, the floral aroma she always favoured. She smiled feeling the girl's hands caressing her hips and the small of her back, getting reacquainted with the territory they once roamed. The girl under her looked overcome by happiness that this moment was really happening. "Yes, I do. You caught me watching porn like a total byuntae," she confessed at the eyesmiles she received. "Luckily for me, you're very Americanized, and didn't freak out." "No, I didn't," Tiffany whispered as her hand trailed down from the kid-like face towards the girl's waist. "I then asked you if you had ever tried what you were watching, and you said you didn't. I still remember the excited and delighted look you gave me when I asked if you want to try it." Taeyeon nodded and closed her eyes, another tear trickling down her flushed cheek. "And I said yes, and I couldn't believe it," she replied with a giggle. "Watching your face descend towards my hips like that. I should have known you liked girls as well." "You really should have," Tiffany gave a throaty giggle as she dotted her tongue across Taeyeon's skin, heading south towards her womanhood.

Taeyeon's hips bucked against her face as her tongue plunged beyond the labia, she curled her arms around the toned thigs on either side of her to dampen the impact of the squirming pelvis. She smiled against the folds and rubbed her lips against the kid leader's sweet pussy as a hand began to stroke her hair. She wanted to christen this bed the right way, to break it in with someone she had genuine feelings for, not just a romance of convenience. Tiffany refocused her efforts wiggled her tongue back into the girl's hole. She tensed up her lips and breathed in through her nose to create a suction on Taeyeon's pussy. "Miyoung! Ahh... When did you learn to do that?" Taeyeon moaned out, crossing her legs on Tiffany's back and pressing her face against her hips harder. Giggling against Taeyeon's womanhood, she pulled her mouth back with an explicit pop sound. She nibbled and sucked at the girl's swollen lips before furiously attacking the girl's clitoris, smelling the familiar musk of Taeyeon's arousal begin to seep out. She was the byuntae of the girl after all, although truthfully she was probably third in line. She concentrated returned to the slit to push as much of her tongue into the girl's pussy as possible, flexing and

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womanhood. If Taeyeon felt neglected or unloved, then she would have to put that crazy girl into an endorphin-fueled coma. The springs in the mattress creaked as Taeyeon writhed around with Tiffany's face between her legs. The only sound louder than the creaking springs were the girl's gasping moans as Tiffany continued to keep that fuse lit. The moans gave way to wails of passion as the American girl's fingers began to thrust into the increasingly soaked womanhood, moving her tongue upwards towards with the roof of her pussy. She nuzzled her upper lip against the kid leader's clitoris, the supple skin a welcome touch.

"Miyoung, I'm going to come!" Taeyeon wailed out loudly and moaned. Tiffany pumped her fingers in and out of the girl's pussy relentlessly as the hips continued to buck against her face. She could only hope now that Taeyeon knew that in reality, she was the true jewel in Tiffany's eye. A wave of warm juices drenched the American girl's mouth and chin as the kid leader continued to wail through her orgasm. The toned thighs fell away suddenly. Taeyeon's body went limp after all the muscles had been contracting and flexing for some time leaving Tiffany to lap at the girl's sweet slick of honey. She pawed around underneath her lover's buttocks and felt a damp spot where her lover's juices had soaked into the sheets. Giggling against the girl's mound, she propped herself up and came back to Taeyeon's angelic face. "Taengoo, you know you're in my heart, right?" She asked as the girl under her nodded with a pained smile. "Miyoung, I love you," the words dribbled out as Taeyeon bit her lip and gasped. "I love you too," she whispered and planted her lips against Taeyeon's. Tiffany's hands had traveled back down to her sensitive, swollen slit, just gradually sliding in and out of the drenched womanhood. She was rewarded with more moans from Taeyeon. She wanted more than anything to remind Taeyeon that this was no dream, no fantasy and no imaginary romance. This was real. As real as her fingers or the bed they laid in. The love and the special bond between them was real and nothing could change that.

Six Since their confession at noon and subsequent afternoon of rediscovering each other in a new light, Taeyeon and her were inseparable once again. They wandered around the house in matching pink robes, talking about what new decor they could put up or where they would put furniture - including a new sofa in the living room. Tiffany laughed at how Taeyeon insisted she purchase a new couch after having a hand in ruining the last one. It was nice to be able to laugh freely again, even making light of that one rough patch which threatened two relationships, even if only one of them was real to her. Stepping out onto the front porch, they looked down at the small yard, really just a rectangle of grass that jutted out from the house. The two of them surmised that they would need to put in a better fence if their dogs were to run around out here, and certainly so if they intended to have children in their future plans. As the hours passed by, they got back in the swing of their couple's lifestyle. Just like the roommates they were, they made up a simple salad before returning to bed. Once there, they disrobed one another and rolled around underneath the sheets together. She wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, burying her face in Taeyeon's black hair as she pressed her breasts against her lover's back. Tiffany's body was curled against the kid leader and squeezing her tightly a child would

cuddle a stuffed animal. The two were in a tangle of sweaty limbs and twisted sheets, the pink bedsheets wrapping around them with a grey comforter bearing down on them. It felt warm to her and more importantly, it felt right. "Miyoung, I'm sorry I was so drastic. I should have acted more rationally," Taeyeon whispered in the darkness of the room. "I don't know how I will ever face Nichkhun in the future." "I forgive you, you can stop saying sorry so many times," she whispered against the black locks that engulfed her face. "I will deal with Nichkhun. You should probably avoid him and pay him no attention." "What if we're in the same place? I can't just ignore him if we were walking into an airport terminal at the same time," Taeyeon offered up a hypothetical, feeling the American girl's arms squeeze a little harder. "People will talk." "Then let them talk. Like you said, our fans think there's a rift torn by Nichkhun," Tiffany mumbled into the strands of black hair. "They don't have to know every little detail of our lives." Taeyeon rolled over in bed and pushed aside some of their black hair which had tangled together. Tiffany put on a brave face for the kid leader. It was hard, they both knew it, being under constant scrutiny for what they did, what they wore and how they looked. Even social media was hard, being inundated with tweets and comments about what fans wished to happen. A disconnect from reality. Much like how Taeyeon was convinced Tiffany viewed their relationship as a fantasy, it was like an outsider's perspective on what happens behind closed doors. A shadow play of two women, two hearts and one love.

Finding her way out of the labyrinth of thoughts inside her head, Tiffany returned her attention to Taeyeon. She could see the girl's eyelids were drooping yet she continued to stare at her despite the drowsiness which tempted her to slumber. She smiled and brought a hand up to stroke Taeyeon's cheek, the girl giving her a small smile at the touch. "Promise me something," Taeyeon spoke softly as she rubbed the side of her face into the pillow. "Be here when I wake up. So I know I haven't been dreaming this entire time." Tiffany felt her eyes begin to water upon hearing the request. She nodded and pushed away a stray lock of hair with her thumb. "Of course," she whispered as Taeyeon smile broadened. "Have a good sleep, my key." "Sleep well, my lock," the kid leader whispered before letting her eyes flutter shut. She slipped an arm underneath the girl's body and pulled her closer, tucking Taeyeon's forehead against her exposed bosom. She could feel her steady, warm breath fan out across her skin. Tiffany nuzzled her nose against her lover's hair and succumbed to sleep as well. I love you, Taeyeon, never doubt that. -Tiffany was indeed there in the morning when Taeyeon finally roused from sleep. Sunlight poured in through the open bedroom door and flooded the room in a bright glow. When the kid leader looked up at the American girl, some tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes. Their arms wrapped around each other and they embraced tightly in the warm bed, the pink cotton sheets swirled around them.

"I told you I would be here," she whispered to the crying girl, stroking her hair. "I know, I'm just so happy you really are," Taeyeon mumbled. That comment alone brought back the familiar stinging in her eyes. Taeyeon was happy she was here, happy she was still in her life. Tiffany stroked her hand along the smooth skin of Taeyeon's arm, fingers tracing the toned bicep and delicate shoulder. Her hand moved to the girl's angelic face, cupping the chin in her palm. "Taengoo," she cooed as Taeyeon craned her neck upwards expecting her to continue her sentence. Tiffany smiled and closed her eyes, their lips crashing together soon after. Kissing in this bed. Kissing in this house. Kissing as friends. Kissing as roommates. Kissing as lovers. But most of all, kissing as soulmates.

Seven Tiffany walked towards the door very slowly. Each step was heavy, like picking up a weight and inching it forward just a bit. She adjusted her jeans, making sure the leather belt was symmetrical and buttoned up her green cardigan. She knew who was on the other side of the door, knuckles tapping against the wood to announce his presence. Clutching the handle carefully, she twisted and pulled. Sure enough, she saw a timid Nichkhun holding a bouquet of roses in extended hands. He didn't look at her once the door swung open, just staring downwards in shame. Even if it wasn't a real relationship to her, she figured it must have felt pretty real to him. Or, at least, as much of a betrayal a longtime friend can achieve by screwing Taeyeon. "I didn't expect you to come," she said emotionlessly knowing full well that he was intending to show up. "Tiffany, I'm sorry and it was inappropriate of me to succumb to the temptation," he admitted as she took the flowers from him. "I'm on the fourthirty flight back to Seoul, so I will leave quickly. Just let me explain myself, please." She felt sorry for him, not because it appeared to tear him apart, but because he had no idea this relationship really was just an illusion to her. She knew his feelings had become true, and she could only act as much as she could to quantify those feelings. He fidgeted in his loose grey pants, blue polo shirt and an undeniably cute, tan fedora that screamed hipster. Tiffany

saw the way her silence was affecting him, making him sweat. Figuring his distance from her could cause a scandal, especially if the details of why they became distant ever came to light. She let the flowers swing down by her side and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his muscular chest. "Come on in, we'll talk inside," she responded finally as she broke the embrace and led him in. He followed her, closing the door behind them and kicking off his casual slipon shoes. She led him towards the kitchen, noticing how he paused when passing the living room. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed how Nichkhun stared at the dusty rectangle where a couch once sat. After a few seconds, he snapped out of his trance and resumed following her, eyes searching the floor in front of him. "I talked to Taeyeon to get her side of the story," she announced suddenly, watching the surprise in his eyes and gauging his reaction. She could read his expression as saying it was unexpected to him, as it should be. "She admitted that she came here with the intention of screwing you in order to drive us apart." She watched him go from surprised to concerned to relieved. Nichkhun opened his mouth to say something in response, but she stopped him by holding up her hand. She was not done just yet. "However, you still fell into her trap. So, I am still mad at you for not being able to keep your dick in your pants," Tiffany pointed out with a nononsense tone. She was holding firm and he nodded in agreement. "Going forward, I hope we can still be on amicable terms, but I will need some time to heal."

"Yeah, of course, Tiff," he commented with a glance around the kitchen. "What should I do if I see Taeyeon or if we're forced into the same room together?" "I expect you to keep to yourself. She has agreed to keep away as well. We all have images to uphold and we certainly cannot reveal the reason for the awkward atmosphere," she responded, crossing her arms as she leaned against the edge of the countertop. "Is that okay with you?" Nichkhun looked bewildered by what she said, but still relieved at the same time. She wondered if he was as sleepless as she had been on that first night, at least before Taeyeon showed up in her house again. Breaking from his immobile stance, he stepped towards the floor to ceiling glass windows with the porch outside. With a heavy sigh, Nichkhun turned back to face her and nodded in silence. "I can accept that," he replied very timidly. "Good, then I suppose we have nothing else to talk about," she continued rather curtly. Tiffany opened her arms wide and motioned to him with her hands that she wanted a hug. He looked at her in confusion and hesitated before taking some slow steps towards her. She wrapped her arms around him first, pulling him close and turning him so his back faced the windows. His arms curled around her and gently squeezed her while the masculine scent of his cologne tickled her nose. It was a big departure from the feminine fragrance that came with Taeyeon, and she really preferred the kid leader over Nichkhun in that respect. "I'm really sorry, Tiff, I want you to know that's not me," he whispered as his hands rubbed circles on her back.

"I know, it was just a bad situation," she whispered in response as something moved on the porch outside. "It's hard to truly know someone's feelings until its too late." Nickhun nodded, his jaw rubbing against the side of her head. Her eyes drifted towards the glass windows, settling on the figure standing outside. She wondered if this was even the right thing to do, after all it was just a hug between two people in a relationship. Tiffany locked eyes with the girl as she leaned against the railing outside, bathed in the sunlight. Taeyeon's hand drifted up to her neck to play with the key necklace in her fingers. "Love is a crazy thing," she whispered while continuing to gaze at the girl watching them. "A damn, crazy thing."

Eight "So, I'll pick you up at the airport in a few days, okay?" Nichkhun asked as he pulled his shoes on. She pushed a lock of her black hair over her shoulder. When he looked up at her she nodded trying to look more at ease, trying to sidestep the still awkward rift between them. She had rehearsed the possible conversation between them in her head several times, but she didn't expect it to be so easy. Tiffany thought he would want to make a bigger deal of it and part of her hoped he would, but he folded quickly. Almost too quickly. "Sure, and don't be too stealth about it," she replied as he nodded with a shrug. "I have a feeling someone would be staked out anyways, but it could be beneficial to us both if you're there to greet me." "Yeah, definitely, Tiff," Nichkhun responded, almost sounding a little dejected at how impersonally she spoke. He opened the door and stepped outside. She slipped her feet into the pink flip-flops near the door, stamping on the floor two times to really get the footwear on. Tiffany followed him out the door towards the edge of the property. The two walked down the brick steps and strolled down the gently curved driveway to the wrought-iron fence that separated her property from the street. "Have a safe flight back," she said with a smile as he fished out the keys to his rented Mercedes, the red coupe parked on the street.

A dark blue Ferrari cruised by, the low rumbling of its engine filling the street and the silence between them. Watching it pass by lazily, she stood up on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Tiffany smirked at how he stepped back suddenly, a quick expression of surprise changing into a slight blush. "Yes, I will," he answered with a smile. "I'll text you." Tiffany waved her hand in long arcs as the red Mercedes disappeared around the corner. She breathed in deeply and let out a long, heavy sigh. She hoped with all her heart that the worst crises were over. Things with Nichkhun were normalized, sort of, although there was definitely a detectable degradation of their friendship after what happened with Taeyeon. As for Taeyeon, it felt like when they were back in the swing of things, laughing and loving. Still, there was an alteration there too. Another irreversible change. She turned back towards the house and caught a glimpse of Taeyeon peeking out the door, watching her with half her face obscured. Climbing the gentle incline up the driveway and then up the brick stairs. She ended the approach by nimbly bounding towards the door in her pink flip-flops. The kid leader pulled the door open further and stepped back. "Nichkhun-oppa has gone back to Korea?" Taeyeon asked timidly. "Yes, he has," Tiffany replied strongly. She kicked off her flip-flops, the pink foam soles bouncing across the floor in diverging directions. "Does that mean things between you two are back to normal or..." The girl suddenly asked, hope apparent in her eyes.

"No, we're still together publicly. Everyone knows about Nichkhun dating Tiffany, the so-called Khunfany couple," she responded with a sigh as Taeyeon's hopeful sparkle dissolved. "Right, I forgot. I'm sorry I caused so much trouble for you two, it was a really stupid move," Taeyeon replied, a frown creeping onto her innocent face. Tiffany recognized the look and stepped forward, her fingers reaching for Taeyeon's forearms. She felt the warmth of her skin through the thin white fabric of Taeyeon's blouse, her fingers drifting beyond the arms to meet each other in the centre of her back. Interlocking her fingers she pulled the girl into her arms, tightening her embrace. The kid leader still looked a little shell-shocked, surprised that Tiffany was making such close contact with her. "It was stupid, but I didn't stop loving you. I know it's going to be hard, but I'm doing this for us," Tiffany explained as she tried to coax the frown off Taeyeon's face and maybe replace it with a smile. "We already talked about this yesterday, you know I want to be public with you, right?" "But there's a big chance people won't accept us," Taeyeon croaked out as her she buried her face in Tiffany's cardigan. "Yet that doesn't mean we can't be together," she pointed out as she felt the girl nuzzle against her chest. "As long as we live together, we can love together. You're okay with that, right?" She watched the girl lean back in the embrace. Tears were beginning to bead up at the corners of Taeyeon's eyes, just as they were in her own. They looked into each other's eyes longingly, caught in the silence of their embrace as the tears brimmed over and began their descent. Both girls were

quick to wipe away the tears off the other's cheeks with the corner of their sleeves. Thin white fabric dabbing at Tiffany's cheeks just as a fuzzy green cloth dabbed at Taeyeon's face, both trying to catch the tears before they could make the full descent. "I am. I just don't want to lose you," Taeyeon whispered with a nod. "You won't," Tiffany whispered, pulling her lover in for yet another tearful kiss in as many days.

Nine They both sniffled and sobbed against each other, one delicate nose bumping against the other as they kissed passionately. The last few days had been the most emotional and tumultuous they had experienced in a while. "Come on, I don't want to see you cry anymore," Tiffany whispered as she retreated towards the bedroom pulling Taeyeon with her. She quickly unbuttoned her cardigan and undid her belt, shimmying the tight jeans off her hips. The denim folded as it slid down to the floor where she kicked it into the corner. The cardigan slid off and plummeted to the floor like the foliage of a fallen tree and her shirt came off just as quickly. Tiffany checked herself out in the mirror, making sure the sensual pink lingerie she wore was perfect. If they both had to go back to Korea soon and she had to act the part of Nichkhun's girlfriend, then they would have to compress their intimate passion. Taeyeon slowly unbuttoned her blouse and lifted it off. She also wiggled her hips to get her jeans off, but stopped. Tiffany knew something specific had caught the girl's eye and she grinned broadly, her fingers traveling up to the small silver object dangling around her neck. Just as a key swung around Taeyeon's exposed neck, a locket hung off the delicate chain around Tiffany's own neck. "So, you really had it all along..." Taeyeon spoke quietly as her eyebrows rose up, their eyes meeting.

"Of course," the American girl replied before pulling the kid leader onto the bed. "What's the point of couple's necklaces if only one person wears it?" She watched the girl breathe in deeply and exhale with a long continuous breath. Tiffany felt the warmth in her lover's gaze, everything looked right with her, she looked like the old Taeyeon. It wasn't the insecure, heartbroken Taeyeon she walked in on days before. No, this was the previous version, the version she preferred. This was the leader she trained with, the girl she lived with, the sister she cried with, the dork she fell in love with and the one woman she wanted to spend her life with. -Tiffany reclined against the red leather couch, really taking in just how well it tied the room together. Her fingers drummed against the taut leather, pale fingers tapping on the rusty red material. She tilted her head side to side as Taeyeon rushed in from the kitchen, sliding on her socks towards the couch. The bowl of popcorn in her hands came dangerously close to showering Tiffany in the salty, buttery popped kernels, but she caught it just in time. "Sorry, I just had to make sure it was seasoned enough," Taeyeon crunched down on the popcorn before nestling in next to the American girl, wiggling her hips to settle in closely. "That's alright, it's just a movie after all," Tiffany replied with a smirk. "We can pause and play whenever we want." She wrapped her arm around the kid leader who leaned her head back into Tiffany's lean bicep. Taeyeon pressed play with the remote and shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth, her cheeks bulging out as she crunched away. Tiffany picked up a few pieces in her fingers and tossed them into her mouth absent-mindedly. Her mind was preoccupied with something else.

"I haven't responded to Yoona's wedding invitation," she mumbled as the girl next to her stopped crunching. "Crazy to think she's been together with Seunggi for four years already." She heard Taeyeon swallow hard. "I guess we'll be going as friends?" She asked as Tiffany bumped her chin against the top of the girl's head. "Maybe," Tiffany whispered as she grinned to herself despite the anxiety apparent in the other girl's voice. She was glad Taeyeon couldn't see the idiotic grin on her face. It would have betrayed the surprise immediately as she reached behind a cushion on the far end of the red couch to retrieve a small blue box. Tiffany had spent months thinking of how to do this, musing over scenarios and situations torn straight from the scripts and screenplays of dramas. Yet there was no better opportunity than this. This was the perfect moment to pop the question. "Then again, I thought maybe we would go as fiancées instead," she whispered as Taeyeon perked up at the word, turning to Tiffany with a surprised expression. "What do you think? Will you marry me?" Taeyeon's eyes widened as they saw the serious intent in Tiffany's gaze then drifted down to see a sparkling engagement ring in the blue box, the diamond catching the light and refracting into a rainbow of colours that danced around the room. She wanted to laugh really badly at how the girl had just gone silent and froze in place with a delighted, surprised smile, yet she held back. Instead, she took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Taeyeon's left hand, pushing it up to the knuckle. Tiffany stared at the girl and asked her again. "Yes, I will," Taeyeon whimpered, tears brimming over and beginning to trickle down.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around her crying fiancée and pulled her close, burying her face into the girl's neck. This was the culmination of everything they had gone through, all the feelings they had shared and all the years they spent together. This was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, a new chapter they would write together.

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