Chapter 15

Tiffany’s POV

It’s been days since Taeyeon and I had spoken with each other and it wasn’t a secret that it’s because of what happened in the bar. I know I should be blamed as well since it was I who insisted to go with Taecyeon and Kangin instead of celebrating our 7th month together but Taeyeon went a bit overboard and got herself completely wasted.

Well, I wouldn’t be very upset if that was the only case.

The day after the bar episode, Taeyeon didn’t make it to school. My poor Taetae, I bet she had suffered a massive hangover. Maybe I shouldn’t have let Taecyeon and Kangin bring her home so I could have at least taken care of her that night. But as the youngest child, that wouldn’t be possible because of my curfew.

That day, she missed a few important lectures and class demonstrations as well as a surprise test in English so I thought I’d pay her a visit after classes. When I was on my way to the campus gate, I bumped into Taecyeon at the locker room.

I asked him if they managed to bring Taeyeon home safe and sound and he answered in affirmative. Everything sounded good until he told me they asked Barbie to accompany Taeyeon inside her flat since she needed to get clean because she made a lot of mess. He reasoned that they couldn’t do that because they are both men, apparently.

I felt my blood boil over a hundred degrees in that instance. Assuming that Taeyeon really meant that she likes Barbie by holding her hand when Taecyeon asked her who she liked, a plethora of unwanted thoughts saturated my mind. What if Barbie took advantage of Taeyeon’s condition and seduced her? Or what if Taeyeon thought Barbie was me and did intimate things with her? My goodness Tiffany, enough with those malicious thoughts!

As much as I didn’t want to see Taeyeon with this way of thinking, I had to inform her about the special English exam. Might as well ask her what really happened and see things myself before jumping into conclusions.

As expected, she looked so exhausted and a little dehydrated. Other than that, she looks normal, normal as in no hints or marks of you-know-what though I wished she had an inkling of what had happened the night before. I suddenly felt guilty of thinking that way towards my lovable girlfriend. I admit I was rather impulsive when I told her that we needed a break so I didn’t push the subject further.

It was hard for me to decline her request to help her study but I had to as I thought she needed to be punished a little for being careless. Regardless of the tough situation, I heard her say ‘I love you.’ when I left which I surreptitiously replied with an ‘I l