"Hold it! Hold it...” The producer yelled.

I hope this is it...

I held my post fiercely, gazing into the camera as the silence that following the loud music made a void in my ears. I could faintly hear the eight others breathing beside me.

"Okay we got it. Girls, that’s a wrap." Simultaneously the crew began clapping.

Relief.

A smile came to my lips as I clapped my hands together. I bowed to many of the crew and it didn't surprise me that the others were doing the same in unison. After all the video shoots we've done together these little details almost came as second nature to us now. It was always an incredible feeling to know that it was finished. This shoot in particular was very long and I was completely worn out. My feet were aching from the heels.

I see a few of the girls run ahead of me as I head back to the dressing room. How they can still have the energy to do that is beyond me. A few others strode past me walking and I couldn't help but grin to myself.

Kim Taeyeon, the youth are passing you. You're too old for this...

That's when I felt a hand grasp mine. My heart stuttered. I didn't even have to look to know who it was.

"That was hard...” Tiffany muttered, leaning into my arm.

I chuckled and nodded slightly, awkwardly trying to adjust to a new walking rhythm with her. It was often like this with Tiffany. She always seemed to be clinging to me in one way or another. We sort of worked like magnets. She always did these things... not having any idea what effect it had on me. I stared straight ahead listening to my heart ring in my ears from the mere sound of her voice.

"You look cute...” She continued, looping a piece of my hair around her finger. "The extensions, I mean. Have you thought of doing this for real?"

"Ah... no. Blonde actually...” I said, looking to her face for the first time.

She pouted slightly and met my gaze.

"But pink is the best!" She objected, smiling radiantly. 

I truly picked the wrong time to look at her. I couldn't help but smile back. 

She was like a little girl with how obsessed she was with pink. Even the way she pronounced the word was as if she held it to a higher standard. The smile in her eyes dazed me and I couldn't look away. It was a hazard of looking at her, but it never stopped me from doing it. She raised her eyebrows in a last stitch effort when I said nothing, as if that could change my mind.

Suddenly, having pink hair didn't seem like such a bad idea...

"Well, if you ever decide on pink just know you have my approval." She smiled. 

Her approval. Internally, I beamed.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle at this assertion and I stared into them intently, wishing I could read her inner most thoughts. Could this girl possibly feel the same way about me as I do about her? Why isn't she this affectionate with the other members? Could I really just be imagining this?

She leaned into my shoulder again, pulling me close for a moment as we walked. My eyes were still on her face and I couldn't look away even though she was looking forward now. 

"Ah!" She called out. 

Her grip on my hand tightened and she pulled me even closer to her. Our bodies were completely overlapping and I felt the warmth of her against me but at the same time I also felt my shoulder graze something. This act of affection was merely her stopping me from walking headlong into the door frame.

"You need to watch where you're going." She said, under her husky laugh. 

My favorite laugh. 

I was sure my face was turning all shades of red at this point. I nodded lowly, finally breaking my stare and apologizing. I tried to laugh it off best I could but our manager was gathering us now. She let go of my hand then to cross the room and check her cell phone.

"Girls." He said. "Listen.."

I felt sorry for the guy. He has it so rough with us; Nine girls are hard to keep in order. Nine of us is damn near impossible.

"Yah!" I shouted, waving them down. Tiffany was smirking when she came to join us.

"Thank you." He said. "Your schedule for today is over-"

There was an outcry of joy in the room. I couldn't help smiling myself but he lifted a finger in the air and silenced the room again. Sunny leaned her head against my shoulder and I put my head on hers. It was such an obvious difference when somebody else touched me and when Tiffany touched me. Sunny was my roommate and best friend; I knew clearly this didn't mean anything.

"Tomorrow morning you meet with the stylists first thing. You need to be well rested so we can get the new looks sorted out. And then, Practice, practice, practice. Music bank next week. This is the last week before the storm hits." 

Inside, this excited me. I was chomping at the bit to get back into the spotlight. It had been too long since we promoted in Korea, but with it came nerves. I only hoped the fans would accept us back after such a long time...

"Get a lot of sleep tonight. Don't stay out too late." 

We dispersed and the loud general conversation began buzzing again. Immediately as I sit down the stylist begins removing my extensions and I can finally kick my shoes off. It felt so good to sit down... I let my eyes shut just for a second...

"This kid...” Someone remarked.

I opened one eye to find them all standing around me. Sooyoung was smirking down at me and it was evident that she was the one that had spoken. Everyone was wearing their street clothes while I was still in the outfit from the shoot. Did I fall asleep? I ran a hand through my hair to find all the extensions were gone.

"Past her bedtime, how cute." Jessica said, grinning. 

"Yah...” I grumbled. "You guys really aren't tired?" 

"I am." Yuri said.

Others nodded, but I wasn't really paying attention because Tiffany came in then.

"Dinner, anyone? Tae?" She asked, looking around.

Before I could answer, I noticed a few of the others trying to hide their smiles. Yoona voiced what everyone was thinking.

"Date night for Taeny?" She said, trying to hide her laughter.

"Aish... really?" I said coldly, getting up and grabbing my shoes.

"Sorry Fany-ah, looks like your wife has cancelled date night account of curfew." Hyoyeon smirked, using a mock melancholy tone.

And this... was how it usually went. 

The others read the fan forums, as we did, and noticed, like the fans, that Tiffany and I were... 'close'. It became a bit of a running joke for them. 

Actually, I thought it showed that I was the only weird one of the bunch because a part of me enjoyed people pairing Tiffany and I together. I watched the videos they made and looked at the edited photos. Some of them were funny but some of them were spot on with exactly what I was feeling at the moment. It always shocked and impressed me how attentive Sones could be. 

In the end, my best bet was to just stay quiet. Last time I tried to defend Tiffany and myself, I just made us look worse...

"You're just jealous." Tiffany said. My back was to them now as I was pulling out my street clothes but this brought me up short.

"Jealous?" Hyoyeon asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Yes." Tiffany grinned. "You don't have a wife." 

Hyoyeon stared at her incredulously but didn't have a comeback. This was a rare occurrence. 

"I'm sure somebody here will marry me." She smirked, looking at the other girls.

"I'm not into domestic violence." Sunny joked. 

I took out my clothes, laughing, and went into the bathroom to change. While doing so, I could hear some of the girls shouting at me through the door on their way out.

"Stay safe! Good job today!" I yelled back while pulling up my pants. 

Finally alone. I couldn't think of anything but the bath I was going to take when I got home and how comfortable my bed would feel. Sure, going to dinner with Tiffany would have been amazing but I should really just get some rest at this point.

As much as I enjoy being with Tiffany, it’s much easier for me to avoid it because I tend to turn into a coward around her.

Glancing up at the mirror, I noticed how messy my hair was and pulled a brush out of my purse to take care of it. I really couldn't wait to go to the stylists tomorrow and see what they can do with it. I did what I could to tie it back for now and headed out the door with my purse slung over my shoulder.

"Oh...” I said stupidly. Tiffany was still sitting on the couch.

She stood up at the sight of me, smiling.

"You didn't get a chance to answer." She said. "Did you want to go to dinner?"

"Ah...” I started. "I... you didn't have to sit here waiting. If I would have known I would have been faster."

She waited for me. My heart beat sped up frantically. What was the question again?

"No worries." She said. "Dinner?"

Go with her... Just... go with her...

"Eh... I'm actually pretty tired I should probably just go get some rest." I said.

You are such a wimp...

She shook her head. 

"Kim Taeyeon! That was a long day; you're not going to bed without eating. You need to be healthy as a leader...”

My insides were doing back flips.

"A-alright." I stammered, but I was already in movement. She linked arms with me and pulled me along beside her.

All that mattered was that she was holding onto me again... I couldn't be happier.