The room was especially quiet. The people in the room had their fists clenched nervously, and their faces were pale, stripped of any signs of vigour, None of them dared to venture a look at the person who was sitting at the center of the hotel’s suite’s chair. She looked like death, in her black suit, black pants with her short blonde hair neatly tied up in a white band, as she held her blade by the edge of her fingertips. Her head was down. It was already cold, this morning when she had arrived back in town discreetly, yet the temperature seemed to have reached a new low in the hotel room. They couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily.

Her face was emotionless as always, cool and placid. They mirrored an icy, deadly lake - the kind that one should be very afraid to tread on. Her fingers were drumming against the table in a slow rhythmic pace. Finally, after minutes, she opened to ask in an even and slow manner, “What…did…you…say…?” She was playing with the blade in a slow, rhythmic manner. One, two -

Ron dropped to his knees upon hearing her voice, “I….said I did what I had to do. I’m not going to apologise for trying to kill her. I’m only sorry, I didn’t manage to!”

Sunny winced when she heard those suicidal words, but she retained her cool composure. For a long moment, there was a paused silence, and everyone held their breath, as the hands of the clock ticked each second away. Death, was immensely patient today.

Didn’t Ron know that Taeyeon valued that girl the most? He was courting death with the way he was talking about Tiffany.

Taeyeon smirked, and she got up. Her cool expression abruptly changed to an innocent, grateful smile causing everyone to falter a little, “I should thank you then, Uncle Ron, shouldn’t I? For helping me get rid of a cheating girlfriend.”

She circled Ron once.

“That girl doesn’t deserve you.” Ron spat out the words, agreeing wholeheartedly.

“That girl huh…” Taeyeon repeated his words, nodding her head as she bit her lip, standing behind him.

“She’s cold, emotionless… and a cheater too. There’s so many other girls who are better than her. Like…. my daughter!” Ron said, deeply unaware of the change in expression on Taeyeon’s face.

Taeyeon’s face was back to the stone cold state, “So I should thank you then? For attempting to kill the person I love the most, in order that I might date your daughter…”

Ron finally realised that there was something wrong about Taeyeon’s voice. He turned around just as she easily slid a knife across his throat and he fell to the floor, dead.

Everyone in the room straightened their backs immediately. Who didn’t know that Taeyeon valued the girl the most….

Only Ron would be this daring to court death!

Taeyeon, herself, was a figure of Death. She took out a napkin to wipe the blood off her small blade easily, and walked out briskly with Sunny hurrying behind.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” She turned to look at Sunny coldly as she placed her blade into her black suit.

Her voice was flat and still.

Sunny bit her lip, “I… was afraid you would be distracted.”

She stopped abruptly, an icy smile on her lips, “Distracted?” She scoffed lightly, before walking away into the lift, leaving Sunny shaken on the floor.

Great, she knows that a part of me supported Ron’s decision… Sunny thought in alarm before sighing loudly, and the worst thing was, Taeyeon doesn’t trust her anymore! Which was a very big thing. Taeyeon always had ‘trust issues’, and she was one of the few that Taeyeon trusted.

Therefore, for Taeyeon to walk away like that with a knowing scoff – it really meant that she no longer trusted Sunny…

Sunny tapped her head, and uttered lightly, “Sunny ah, Sunny, you should have known that when it came to matters related to Tiffany, rationality doesn’t count.”

Really, She should have known better….

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I woke up to the smell of pancakes. The air felt lighter, almost. Glancing at the coat that was at the edge of my bed, I stared at the stains that covered them for a while before a knock broke my lingering thoughts.

How is she…? I wondered.

“You’re up.”

Taeyeon?

She smiled slightly, bringing in a plate of pancakes. “I made your favourite pancakes topped with mixed berries compote and mascarpone.”

“You’re back?”

I straightened my back and pushed the coat away, but she saw it. Grabbing the coat, she placed it at the side of my bed and got someone to bring in a bed table. I remained silent as the person bowed respectfully before disappearing.

With an air of easy reflex, she placed the plate of pancakes on the table. I sat up straighter to look at her. She gestured for me to try her creation.

Glancing down slowly, my eyes traced the way she had placed the mixed berries compote to the perfectly crisp pancake texture that she had achieved. I knew she hated to cook, and I shook my head lightly and looked at her, “How many times?”

She knew what I was referring to. “A secret.”

“10?”

She smiled, barely, “21.”

21 times, she had tried to make these pancakes in order to achieve this texture. The texture that I liked.

“You’re back so soon?” I asked, while tucking into the pancakes. She sat in front of me, on the bed. Her eyes drifted to the coat, before saying slowly, “I’ve settled Ron... He wouldn’t bother you anymore.”

I nodded my head and continued eating slowly, chewing bit by bit, “How long will you be back for?”

“That depends.”

“Are you not happy?” I asked, looking at her quietly. My eyes rested on her face. She was looking downwards, “Do you like that girl?” she asked slowly, not looking at me.

“Are you jealous?”

She looked up, her expression unreadable. I thought I saw a moment of anger in her eyes. She remained silent, her expression was emotionless. I smiled and took a piece of pancake and pointed in her direction, “I’m still here, are you going to give me that awful cold face too?”

Her expression softened immediately, almost to a kid’s. She opened to eat the pancake that I had folded to feed her, “They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”

She said, in between bites. Her expression really did resemble a kid, I couldn’t help but chuckle a little, “Who would praise their own food….”

“Me!”

“You’re really childish.”

She chewed, “Only to you.”

Just then, Jessica ran into the room, grabbing a school news bulletin, “Fany! Fany…. Bad news.”

She dropped the news bulletin when she saw who was in the room as well, her face quickly turned pale, “Oh, you’re here too?”

Taeyeon picked up the news bulletin to read, and Jessica winced.

I looked at her as her expression turned to anger, then flatly cold as she got out of the room…


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Author's note: I'm not biased towards Yuri lol, I just felt that Yuri have to be a strong character in order to match up to Taeyeon's. (Hopefully), I'm hoping that I did manage to portray Taeyeon's character as interesting. Though, I have to say that Tiffany's character would probably be the strongest... Not your typical weak defenseless girl yo.