A/N: Haven't been writing anything for my other two TopFany fanfics, because one, I have writer's block, and two, I was working on some Big Bang chibi fanart. Check it out here: http://xcry.deviantart.com/art/BIG-BANG-FANTASTIC-BABY-CHIBI-325579750

I'll work on the other fics as soon as possible. For now, enjoy this very short one-shot. It's more like a drabble...Ending probably doesn't make sense since I'm doing all of this at 2AM in the morning...again....Sigh...my sleep schedule...I have class in a few hours...Enjoy!

May contain innuendos to mature themes at the end. Not too explicite, but you know what it'll lead to later. More sappiness, and drama, blah blah...

Tiffany Hwang dreamed of an impossible future. And it saddened her that Seunghyun would be the one to shoot her dreams down, stomped on it and shoot it a second time.

“Miyong, it’s not going to work out. Music, dancing, the entertainment…they’re part of my life and they come first. You should know that by now.”

Tiffany too was first like that when she debuted four years ago.

But when she grew fond of this certain rapper, when she got to know more about the mysterious man from Big Bang, she wanted more than just a life of luxury and fame.

Seunghyun told her he cared for her deeply, more than anything in the world. But that’s just it. He cared but he hadn’t actually even said those three simple words.

She was the first one to say those words and all he gave in return was a thank you.

“How long have we been together now, Tabi?”

She would only use that name when she was serious, and it scared the hell out of Seunghyun.

“I’m not asking for marriage, Tabi. I just want to hear you say that we’ll have a future…something. Anything.” Tiffany pleaded, tears b at the corner of her eyes.

Seunghyun her hair, staring longingly into her eyes with sadness and doubt, “But that’s the thing, Miyong. I’m happy now. I’m happy with what we have, what we share. Isn’t that enough?”

 “Forget it, you don’t understand anything.” Tiffany mumbled, as she chocked back a sob, and turned to run out of Seunghyun’s bedroom.

Seunghyun grabbed her wrist before she could even make one step and pulled her back to him. His lips met hers in a fervent kiss, his calloused hand holding her head to keep her from breaking away.

He pushed her up against the wall and lifted her petite form, so that her legs could wrap around his waist.

Tiffany moaned as his lips found their way to her collarbone.

She hated herself for giving up so easily, and always found herself ending up in this position, whether it was at his home, the waiting rooms at Music Core or even at the YG recording studio on the sofa. And Seunghyun knew her well enough to show her that he cared, and that she loved this just as much as she loved dancing and singing.

He knew, deep down, she loved this, what they were doing now, more than the impossible dreams she told him every day about.

But she continued to dream about the impossible anyway, because without it, she wouldn’t be able to find a reason to love this man any more than she loved him now.

~Owari~