A/N: This is a bit experimental, I was kind of in a slump a few days ago and decided to make this story. I am a YG-stan, but I admit, I really love TaeNy. Blackjacks and SONE's don't really get along most of the time so this story was also based off of the feelings in 2NE1's newly released album: Crush but will use SNSD's members, mainly Taeyeon and Tiffany. I'm not saying all of this is a true story, but these are things I've talked to my own "Tiffany" about and these are emotions I have felt with her. We still talk and so I'm not sure how long this story will be, I just wanted to release some of these things.

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{Foreword}

Doing homework with Tiffany Hwang just didn’t happen. Every time she came over to my place all I could do was talk to her and get distracted. I could never focus with her around, but tonight was different. She stared up at the ceiling, not saying a word and by now she would’ve gone home to leave me with an hour’s worth of unfinished homework. “I want to just fall asleep on this couch and hopefully never wake up.” I looked away from my book and stared at Tiffany blankly. My mind suddenly shook.

“Where’s this coming from?” I asked her, hoping it was just a phase, and she shrugged. Tiffany then stretched out her arms and laid her body over my lap. I groaned when she pushed away my books and papers.

“People are bothering me, TaeTae! I hate people!” she whined and I rolled my eyes. No matter how stupid that response was, her thoughts of never waking up from a nap shook me to the bone. It was serious.

“So what does dying on my couch have to do with your natural hatred of people?” I wondered and gently combed through her jet black hair with my fingers.

“I don’t want to deal with them anymore, I don’t want to see anyone tomorrow,” she sighed in frustration. “I don’t know…I just need to kill someone other than you right now.”

“Well you’re doing an amazing job of handling your feelings,” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Aren’t I?” she scoffed. “I want to die.”

“Tell me again why you want to die,” I suggested.

“I don’t know, I just want to fall asleep on this couch and never wake up,” she played with my sweats and I bit my lip. I looked outside of my window. The scenery was pitch black, empty, which did not help.

“Well if you never woke up then my parents would have to get rid of this couch and I love this couch,” I attempted to joke and she let out a small chuckle. “Plus I’d be bored to death without you.”

“I’m sure you could find other things to keep you entertained, Tae,” she mumbled and my heart clenched. My thoughts suddenly jumbled all together. I never was smooth with my words, but with Tiffany I always felt natural. Now it was like we just met all over again. A long, painful silence ensued until I eventually calmed down enough to speak.

“I know I could, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t miss you,” I said and she hugged my waist.

“Tae…” she whispered and my chest burned, inspiring me.

“You’ve helped me with a lot of things Tiffany, even if you didn’t know you did, and if I couldn’t help you out this one time…then that would kill me.” I didn’t know what I was saying I just let it out. I was scared of losing her. I was afraid of her feeling like the only possibility was to die and that no one was there to help her. I was there for her, no matter what.

“TaeTae,” I looked down at my lap and saw her pretty face stained with tears. I immediately made her sit up and dragged my thumbs over the apples of her cheeks. For a brief moment I thought of how pretty she looked sad, but I didn’t like the fact she was sad.

“Yah, why are you crying?” I smiled softly and she sniffed dramatically.

“Because of you! How can you just make me cry so easily?” she asked quietly and I slipped my arms around her waist. Our bodies molded smoothly, naturally, as her head rested on my shoulder and her hands lay on my back. It felt so peaceful to just hold my best friend when she needed me. It felt so right.

“If you ever have those kinds of thoughts when I’m not around just remember that every part of me wants you here,” I held her tighter and she nodded slightly, still sniffling and dripping tears down my back. But I didn’t mind at all, not one bit.

“I will, you know I love you right?” she wondered and I smiled.

“Of course I do, I love you too Fany-ah,” I responded and gently kissed her head. At that point, I didn’t think our “I love you’s” would mean different things.