TIFFANY POV

“C’mon TaeTae!!”

I laughed at her chasing me.  We looked ridiculous and we knew it.  Two adults, international kpop idols at that, running through the lobby of the SM Building and bolting out the sliding doors. 

“Get back here, Fany!”

I could hear her laughter just right behind me.  We were running down the street.  Our manager gave us all a much deserved early day, and rest of the week off. The excitement just got to us. As soon as we were dismissed, Taeyeon and I started a game of tag.

Regardless of how we were dressed.  Old worn out jeans and plain t-shirts we’d put on for dance practice.

I ran behind a tree and peeked at Taeyeon.  Her blonde hair was streaming behind her as she ran.  She quickly saw me. I bolted out from my heading space and went further into the park.  Fans and reporters alike could probably see us. But who cares?  The fans would love this kind of fun pics and we were having fun.

Uh oh.

I reached the fountain in the middle of the park. Which way? Which way should I go? Footpaths were stretching out radially from the centre.