One Week
The People We Could Be
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Word Count: 850
"I'm angry." Her jaw clenched, head cocked to the side and arms wrapped around her body, Tiffany glared at the shorter girl who leaned against the kitchen counter, a beer in her grasp.
Taeyeon pursed her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. "Are you now?"
"Yes." Tiffany let out a small breath of air, her eyes still piercing Taeyeons gaze. "You did it again. You didn't clean your feet before coming to bed last night."
Taeyeon let out a choked laugh before turning away from her girlfriend, taking a swig of her beer. This seemed to be a common mistake on Taeyeon part. Ever since Tiffany bought new white bed sheets she's been focused on keeping them just like that, white and clean. Sadly Taeyeons feet disagree and the korean American had decided on the rule to clean your feet before coming to bed.
"Alright Fany, I'll sort my dirty feet okay. Happy?"
"Do you think whilst you're at it you could work on your feet smell?"
Taeyeon whipped her head around to catch her girlfriend giggling into her hand. "Anything for you, my love."
"Get that together then come back and see me, babe."
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Taeyeons eyes widened as a certain inappropriate thought crossed her mind. She bite her lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet, her breathing becoming louder.
"Babe?" Tiffany hissed under her breathe, brushing her shoulder against the blondes. "You okay?"
Taeyeon glanced around the small venue the couple were at. It was a close-friends-grandfathers funeral and almost everyone was clad in black and watching the coffin slowly be dropped down into the ground. Taeyeon argued with her last amount of sanity as she figured whether or not to tell her girlfriend about the image of their friends grandfather popping out of the coffin in his underwear and screaming "HASTA LA VISTA ES!"
"I just had the funny thought-- what if Sooyoung's grandfather smack
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