A/N: Hi um this shot is a little bit related to "Wearing your suit". Of course it's up to you whether reading it first or not, this is just a heads up haha :)

[From Stephi]

Oh my gosh tell me you did not just wear the same dress.

Jessica chuckles reading the message she has been anticipating some time now.

[To Stephi]

Yea. Can’t I?

[From Stephi]

YES OF COURSE. But why? How?

[To Stephi]

Well I’m not in good terms with the company, but that doesn’t mean I’m also not with stylist unnie right?

[From Stephi]

So you asked unnie to give you the dress?

[To Stephi]

Yea? That’s the fastest way to get it though it still took me 4 days…and a dinner.

[From Stephi]

Aw Jess. I’ll repay you okay? <3 You still haven’t told me why…

[To Stephi]

Dunno if you rmb but it’s the same reason.

[From Stephi]

What do you mean the same reason?

[To Stephi]

Rmb the time you wore my shirt at the China fanmeet?

[From Stephi]

Yea?

[To Stephi]

Same reason <3

-x-

Being in bed, and just woke up couple minutes ago do no justice to Tiffany’s ability to remember past events. She’s still in a haze, yawning the tiredness away.

Just what is the reason I wore her shirt. God.

Tossing and turning in bed, she hopes to get the reason out from her cloudy mind.

Urgh what’s the reason!

Furrowing her eyebrows, she thinks hard. The sunlight seeping through her curtains does not soothe her the way it used to, it is now irritating. She lifts the loose neck of her t-shirt, pulling it upwards and hides her face under it, shying away from the welcoming rays. Seeing only the cotton white, she closes her eyes again, takes a deep breath.

Wait.

Tiffany opens her eyes, with one image in her mind and she slowly breathes in again.

Vanilla.

Reeling herself back out from under the cotton shirt, she looks down and sees the big pink letter T printed on the white.

-x-

Flashback

“Fany ah I got you something!”

Grinning with her pearl white teeth, Jessica pulled out a piece of clothing from the shopping bag. With curious eyes, Tiffany watched Jessica unfolded it.

A white t-shirt.

With a pink letter T printed on the center of it.

It has no cutting, nothing, just like those cheap campaign t-shirts with the only difference being the sizes.

The shirt is so not Jessica. Why would she buy such clothes? And more to give it to her girlfriend with such bright aura?

“Jessi? Are you, are you for real?” Tiffany to