The music was loud, too loud for Tiffany’s liking as she and SeungHyun danced around each other, her melodious voice carrying through the studio thanks to the microphone on her face. She couldn’t help but smile when she felt the familiar warmth of his hands at her hips ready to help her into what had become a rather famous turn according to their members. Tiffany caught his eyes as he pulled her closer to him before pushing her back and into the turn as she belted out the last note of their song.

There was a second when it happened again, the getting lost in his deep dark eyes had become something that regularly happened nowadays. But unlike normal, it wasn’t in the privacy of the YG or SM training rooms; no it was at a studio where they had various cameras pointed at them and hundreds of people watching them. And Tiffany momentarily forgot about all of them, about the fact that their moment, the one that was so special to her was going to most likely going to be broadcasted to thousands if not millions of people.

SeungHyun straightened up, bringing Tiffany’s light frame with him, she always had a smile on her face when they went into the last position. Not the bright and cheerful eye smile that had first captured his attention and the attention of all her fans but a more subtle, something much more delicate than her usual smile. It was a smile, he noticed, that was always reserved solely for that moment. That one private moment that was shared between only them.

SeungHyun smiled at her as they moved away from each other, still locked at the eyes their connection was broken by the loud applause of the stage audience and the staff.

“Very good! That was great, that was the last of the performances so you can all go get some rest now” the PD smiled at them as they bowed and began to make their way towards the waiting rooms.

“Unnie!” Yoona’s voice was heard through the crowds and Tiffany grounded herself as the slim body of the younger girl jumped up to hug her, “That was so good! You’re dancing was amazing Unnie! And that last turn was great” the younger girl took a breath as she turned to look at the amused man behind tiffany, “Oh you were great too Oppa! And your rapping was as awesome as always!”

The young girl was bouncing on the stop, a large smile on her face and was unusually happy for someone who had been at the studio for a little over seven hours, Tiffany raised an eyebrow as she looked up at the younger girl, how was it that even in heels she still was forced to look up at her little sister, life was just unfair sometimes.

“Err, thanks Yoon” Tiffany smiled, “You feeling okay? You’re very… chirpy”

“I'm always happy unnie, you know that” Yoona replied before grabbed her hand and dragging her through the hallways towards their room. Tiffany followed the younger girl’s strong grasp and turned to smile at SeungHyun in goodbye, a smile he fully returned before disappearing into the crowds.

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Tiffany let out a long sigh as she stepped out of the shower; wrapping a long towel around herself she grabbed a brush and began to run it through her wet hair untangling the knots in it. There was a familiar knot in her stomach, like the one she had felt before she had gotten together with SeungHyun and she was worried. 

It was only a week into it and they had slipped in front of too many people for her liking. During the recording of their performance they had held the ending pose a second too long in Tiffany's opinion, SeungHyun had told her that there was nothing to worry about but she couldn't help but feel nervous. The performance was racy enough and the last thing she needed was extra attentive fans noticing that the looks they were giving each other, or that the way they touched was not like that of two colleges working together.

There was a knock on the door and Tiffany was startled, holding her hand over her chest.

“Fany-ah!” Taeyeon’s loud voice sounded from the other side of the glossy white door, “Hurry up! You’ve been in there for an hour!”

Tiffany smiled before opening the door as Taeyeon pushed past her and then quickly shoved her playfully out of the bathroom, “Go, go I'm already running late for a schedule”  And with that the leader closed the door in her face, the sound of water falling appearing from the other side of the door.

Tiffany giggled as she moved into her room, closing the door behind her she reached for the phone on her bed. There was a message on it.

From: SeungHyun

Meet me at the river at 9.

She quickly replied to his text, her thumbs moving rapidly across the touch screen. It was already ten to eight. And not to mention she wasn’t exactly sure about the trip, although the time would mean that there would be little people there to actually see them Tiffany was reluctant to take the chance. They hadn’t seen each other in two days, and like the hopeless girl she was Tiffany was missing him. She felt like she was in high school, she felt like a teenager again when she was with him. A ping sounded from her phone and she looked down at his reply.

From SeungHyun

It’ll be fine Fany-ah! I’ve got it all under control. Don’t worry your pretty little head I promise no one will see us. We have to have a first date sometime right? 9, don’t be late

Tiffany smiled to herself. The first date was something she loved, the cheesy flowers and chocolates, the walking hand in hand, the good night kissing. Putting the phone down she opened her wardrobe a thoughtful frown on her face. There was only one thing left to decide; what on earth was she going to wear?