MIDNIGHT VIOLETS
-anonymous

"OWW, Holy Mother of-"

A dull thud followed by a string of curses resonated in the room, intruding the silence it was bathed in moments ago, as a figure tried - very unsuccessfully at that - to manoeuver themself around the darkness. A hand rubbing the limb that was just inadvertently wounded. It probably would've been easier to do were the lights switched on, but that was something the figure believed would be the cause of more disturbance let alone defeat the whole purpose of being undetected. Even though their attempt at sneaking turned more into a bull in a china shop thanks to the lack of night vision in addition to their already bad vision. Which was why the very unmistakable thump of a fallen body, the second they slipped on unsteady ground, wasn't in the least unexpected. Along with a rather loud outcry of pain and the utterance of more profanity.

"AWNGHAAAWW, freakin'-"

A click could be heard as a lamp was switched on. Wrapping parts of the previously black room into a shade of orange-white and turning the intruder's attention to the person who literally brought light into the darkness. It was but a few seconds as the two of them stared at each other. The one lying on the ground thinking of a way to explain her rather odd position, while the one on the bed tried to figure out what the former was doing there in the first place.

If it weren't for the unexpected disturbance at such ungodly hour, the disturbed person might have laughed at the picture that presented itself before her: their leader sprawled on the baby pink shag rug- very much like a dead body in a crime scene with some clothing serving as colourful chalk mark on her side. One could almost imagine the bag strapped around her as a pool of blood. When you were overly imaginative. And didn't mind the blood being blue.
But as it was several hours past midnight, the supposedly dead body just earned a confused frown from her witness.

"Uh-hey... very soft carpet. So comfortable. Is there one in blue?" An eyebrow was raised skeptically as the eyes below watched the person uttering such nonsense said carpet as if it were a cute little kitten.

Seeing that her attempt at a joke failed, Taeyeon decided that an apology was in order. So she propped herself up and carefully settled in a cross-legged position on the carpet and clothing she stumbled over so nastily several moments ago.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Instead of an answer, the other occupant of the room turned slightly to the side and reached for something on her nightstand, pulling out a sharpie along with a board to write on.

"'you were making enough noise to wake the dead though.' ", Taeyeon voiced once the girl finished noting down her reply.

"Yeah uhm sorry- your room is unusually untidy, so uh.. not that it's your fault, just...", she trailed off when she heard the sharpie scribble again.

"'you having a tendency to fall flat on your face?' ", Taeyeon read before looking up at the amused smirk on the other girl's lips. Which she answered with one of her own, albeit sheepishly. "Heh, I guess."

"'you hurt badly?' "

"I'm not bleeding, I think." As if to check her own statement's validity, she palpated parts of her body "Ouch!", and immediately regretted her continuous poking of some of the now sensible spots to see how much damage was done. Talk about rubbing it in. "But there are probably gonna be some ugly bruises tomorrow."

"'Stop poking then.' "

"Can't, it's magnetic." To prove her point, she continued to touch her bruises in a robotic way, ignoring the signals of pain her synapses sent to her brain.

"'dork~' heh, yeah." Taeyeon couldn't help the silly grin that spread across her face after reading what the girl wrote in English. It was a word she only used on her and it was usually always in her native tongue. Taeyeon figured, there was probably not an equivalent translation that would convey the same meaning. Either way, she still felt idiotically happy and proud, because for some reason, it felt more like a term of endearment than an insult everytime she heard the word pass the other girl's lips- or in this case her fingertips. There was just something special about the way she said it, all twinkly-eyed and mischievously smiling, that infected everyone else exposed to it to smile. Even if the original meaning of the words was the complete opposite of what the smile was causing. Its charm was so alluring, it made grown men weep.

Calmness enveloped the room as the only sound audible was that of wiping cloth on board. Erasing all the words of the previous conversation while its two participants looked at each other, content with the silence they shared. A minute or two passed before Taeyeon spoke up:
"You know, I think I could get used to this. It's soothing that my ears aren't ringing all the time because of a certain someone's loud voice. Also, it's much easier to ignore an erase boa-" Predictably, that comment earned her a pillow fair in the face and an offended look from the pillow thrower.

"Oh hey, your aiming improved. You actually hit-" And another. This time it was caught by Taeyeon in mid-air, before it completely slid down her face.

"Okay I'm usually not that sensitive about my face since I'm not as pretty as you, but I do earn my money with it so please-WOAH, hold it Fany-ah!" Taeyeon shouted the last few words the moment she saw Tiffany bringing out the big guns and her hand reaching for the MashiMaro plush two thirds of Taeyeon's size.

Tiffany just stared at her with a face that seemed to say 'I dare you to aggravate me any further and you'll be buried in a grave of plush animals on that soft carpet of yours 'till sombody bothers to dig you out!', which Taeyeon couldn't do anything about but bow down and apologize to. "Uh I'll be good now, I'm sorry."
Satisfied with the answer, Tiffany retreaded her hands from her pile of plush toys and took a hold of the erase board again.

"You know, this might come as a surprise, but getting hit in the face really hurts.", she stated meekly and rubbed the tip of her nose but all she got as reply was a look that said 'You deserved it'.

"Yeah maybe, though now I think you're spending a little too much time with Sooyoung and Sica..", Taeyeon mumbled, unfortunately not quiet enough for Tiffany to miss it, which of course earned her another threatening look that said 'You wanna get hit by the board this time?'. Taeyeon's eyes grew bigger than they already were and she shook her head frantically.

It was quite fascinating how they could communicate just by looking at each other, really.

The sound of the sharpie scribbling could be heard once more as Taeyeon sat, with her elbows propped on the pillows, patiently waiting for Tiffany to finish writing.

"'what are you doing here?' "

"Uh, I.. missed you?", Taeyeon tried unconvincingly. It might have been more believable if they hadn't seen each other five hours ago. The skeptic stare she received told her the same thing.

"I just wanted to check on you and see if you're okay." It was the truth. Half of it anyway. "And I didn't want to disturb you, but for obvious reasons I failed miserably.", she added a little defeated.

At that the stare softened into smiley eyes. Though this version was very subdued compared to her usually stunning trademark. Taeyeon silently cursed the effects of fatigue and ailment. But most of all, she cursed her inclination to clumsiness.

"You should try to sleep now. I'm sorry I woke you up.", and she meant it. She really did. Even though it started to sound like some sort of mantra .

With the pillows in her arms, she stood up and walked over to the bed, putting them back where they originally belonged. Halfway done she felt a light tug at her clothing and soft fingertips on her thigh that made her flinch reflexively, as they were touching a particularly nasty bruise there. Taeyeon glanced down only to see Tiffany's big brown eyes looking at her with a mixture of worry and displeasure.

"What's with the accusing look?" The answer she received was a push to the same spot and a firm grip on her shirt and cardigan.

"AAHH! You really are spending too much time with them!"

Tiffany chose to ignore the comment this time and motioned for Taeyeon to sit on her bed instead. Taeyeon just looked at her and didn't comply.

"It's okay. They'll heal by themselves anyway, you don't have to-", her answer was cut short as a tug, much more forceful than the first one, caused her to trip over the bed's edge and sent her falling flat on her face. Again. This time though the landing was much softer. She wasn't sure wheter it was because of the cushions of the bed or the more organic cushion of the body below.

Taeyeon tried to get up but was stopped by the other girl's firm hands on her back. There was slight movement under her, probably Tiffany trying to get into a more comfortable position, as Taeyeon felt the strap of her bag being pulled off her shoulder. Slightly panicking and reprimanding herself for completely forgetting about it, she rolled onto her back with both arms across the bag, tightly grabbing onto it. She sent the other girl a look that told her the bag was an absolute no-go. Which, of course was a pretty stupid move. Because now Tiffany was all the more curious about what Taeyeon was hiding in there.

Still, through all the curiosity she didn't fail to admire t