Where Taeyeon is a basketball superstar while Tiffany is a bucket of cold water. Or not.

The crowd hollers as she intercepts the ball and make a quick dash for the prize. Taeyeon makes a swift turnaround and skilfully dodges the center back, leaving the towering pole of uselessness behind her dust. The air stands still as she raises her hand, position ready to make a shot. Taeyeon can feel her heart beating in her ears as she watches the ball leaves her hands and– She scores! The audience is going wild! Taeyeon takes a second to bask in glory as she breathes in the air of awe. It is a moment to remember, a score– Taeyeon blinks and chuckles, maybe a half score–

"Babe, you better pick that up." Tiffany says as she passes by without looking up from her phone.

"But it's in, at least half in!" Taeyeon pouts and gestures at her pants in the laundry basket exasperatedly.

"Honey, your shirt is on the floor." Tiffany finally looks up and deadpans. She turns back to her phone as she walks away, leaving behind a sulking Taeyeon.

"Bummer." Taeyeon mutters and bends over to pick up the shirt on the floor and dumps it into the basket in a childish fit.

"And put everything to wash while you are at it!" Tiffany shouts from a distance.

Taeyeon groans as she takes her clothes out again from the laundry basket, together with the rest of the clothes and starts putting them into the washer. She grins as she comes across a particular piece of laundry and just as she folds it into half and holds it up–

"And don't play with my bra! It's not a pirate eye patch!"

Taeyeon freezes and wonders if there's a hidden camera somewhere with Tiffany watching her every move. She drops her shoulder and makes a whiny defeated sound before adding the detergent and set the machine to wash.

She drags her feet to the bedroom and sees Tiffany half sitting on the bed, still engrossed in whatever that's on her phone. Thats it! Taking a deep breath, Taeyeon moves towards Tiffany, heads up, chest high and stops at the bedside. Tiffany looks up briefly, raising her perfect shaped questioning brows.

"Hey! I was looking at that--mmmhhmp--" Tiffany protests as Taeyeon grabs the phone and dumps it on the nightstand before leaning in for a full on kiss.

Tiffany struggles as Taeyeon deepens the kiss but soon gives in to her wandering hands.

Taeyeon smirks as a thought flashes across her mind.

She scores again!

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A/N: A short one. And everyone does that, don't we all? I mean the part where we pretend to play basketball with our clothes and the laundry basket, not the parts after.

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