July 2010, Sunday night

Roommate Tiffany

I miss you 9.16am

I miss you too :(    9.22pm

Roommate Tiffany

Is your new roommate pretty?        9.23pm

She's hot. 9.23pm

Roommate Tiffany

Really??? Hotter than me???           9.24pm

        Yeah 9.24pm

Roommate Tiffany

Picture or it's not true.        9.25pm

        I don't have a picture of her yet 9.26pm

Roommate Tiffany

Troll. I'm definitely hotter. 9.26am

She has like cupd s :D            9.27pm

Roommate Tiffany

When has size ever mattered to you?           9.27pm

Ever since she became my roommate.

 9.28pm

Roommate Tiffany

KIM TAEYEON!!! >:O       9.28pm

        :P 9.28pm

Roommate Tiffany

I knew it. You're just trolling me.

Evil spawn!                9.29pm

        I don't have a roommate this year dumfany

 9.30pm

Roommate Tiffany

Why not? Aren't you in a twin sharing

room?                                9.30pm

        I got a single room last minute. Just moved

yesterday 9.31pm

Roommate Tiffany

Lucky you  9.31pm

        It's a little lonely in here all by myself 9.31pm

Roommate Tiffany

Where's the pillow I gave you?       9.31pm

        I'm hugging it right now 9.32pm

Roommate Tiffany

Picture or it didn't happen :P        9.32am     

9.35pm

Roommate Tiffany

:) <3 :D       9.36am

-oo-

September 2016, dawn

The way Tiffany walks isn't anything like what Taeyeon has seen on The Next Top Model but she likes it anyway. There's a hint of an outward tendency, coupled with a purposeful stride; Tiffany walks like she knows where she's going. But Tiffany walking isn't the only thing to look at. Tiffany lying in bed is another. Tiffany lying in bed without a stitch of clothing is yet another.

Taeyeon takes the corner of the blanket and tugs. It slips lower, revealing more of Tiffany's bare shoulders, arms and body. She tugs again, not stopping until it covers nothing and leaves it in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. It is a vision of beauty, Tiffany fast asleep with the beginnings of a rising sun streaming gentle rays of light from behind.

A of inspiration hits her and she reaches for her sketchbook that she keeps just beside the bed. Armed with her favourite sketching pencil, she studies Tiffany for a moment before putting her pencil to the blank page. Her eyes dart between the paper and Tiffany, transferring the sight into her mind where it is processed into action. She makes confident, well-practiced with her pencil and the beginnings of a silhouette manifests quickly. The gentle curves and shadows are of no challenge to her; she has learnt well through the years.

Several minutes later, she holds up her sketch to the light and smiles.

Tiffany is the most beautiful woman she has ever met.

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