“That was so embarrassing, Fany-ah.” Minho commented once they are out of the club and was at the top of the stairs Tiffany went through minutes ago.

“Sorry,” Tiffany retorted sarcastically while harshly pushing the club’s double door open and both went out. “I was being a lot more embarrassing than crying over some evolving sic-fi animal movie.”

“Don’t talk about pokemon like that!” he argued, immaturely.

“Geez, fine!” Tiffany threw her hands up. “I’m so sorry for talking trash about your pokemons! But you know what? If you love them so much, why not make them your girlfriend, instead!”

Silence.

Tiffany, like a kid, turned her back to her boyfriend and sulked. Seriously, sometimes their fights would be a nice script for a romcom fiction [A/N: ehem, it is.] She heard him sigh heavily and his footsteps signaled that he was coming closer to her. Unexpected, but also expected, Tiffany felt strong arms embrace her from behind followed by a head snuggling on the crook of her neck. Childishly, Tiffany tried shrugging him away, but felt the arms on her waist held her tighter. At least he knows I don’t really mean for him to let me go.

“I’m sorry,”

A kiss on her neck.

“F