TAEYEON POV

I wake up in strong arms. I instantly snuggle deeper into the warm blankets and pillow. Then I realize I'm not alone. I roll over as quietly as possible and see Tiffany fast asleep. I smile at his cuteness. He's lightly snoring and evenly breathing. A few minutes later Tiffany opens his gorgeous eyes. Once he notices me he smiles, I return the favor. "Morning," He says In a y morning voice. "Morning," I say back. Tiffany closes his eyes and lays his head against the pillows. He pulls me closer and puts his head in the crock of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers though my body. "Mmm, you smell good," Tiffany admits. I chuckle at him and snuggle deeper into his warm chest. Wait, What am I doing? I just met this boy less than a week ago! We're not even dating. Though I wish we were. What am I saying?! "We should go downstairs. I'm hungry," I complain and almost on cue my stomach starts growling. "Okay let's go," he says rolling out of bed. I quickly look away once I notice he's in nothing but his boxers. I peek through my hands that are covering my eyes and see he's wearing pants. That's good enough I guess. I get out of the warm bed and walk down to my room. I quickly put on a casual outfit and brush my hair into a braid. I make my way out of my room at the same time as Tiffany. He smiles at me and we both walk downstairs. I walk to the living room, then the kitchen. I know the boys aren't sleeping, their doors are open. I guess I'll ask Tiffany. I turn and walk back to the living room where Tiffany sits on the couch. "Where is everyone?" I question him. "Bomi called them to a meeting," he quickly responds. "You didn't have to go?" "No, he said I wasn't needed," He replies. "So it's just me and you today." I nod and walk into the kitchen. I grab a pop tart out of the cupboard and jump on top of the counter. Tiffany comes in and leans on the counter in front of me. "What?" I ask him. He's been staring at me this whole time. "Do I have pop tart on my face?" "No, just admiring your beauty," he responds. I look down blushing. He spreads my legs and walks between them, resting his hands on my waist. I shiver at his touch. "You really are something else, Rose. When I accepted you to stay with us I thought you'd be annoying. Like most girls. But your not. You have a sense of humor and not to mention an attitude. But you also have a caring side to you. Your weak but you'd never show it. You look strong to everyone. Your everything I want in a girl," he admits to me. I have to say that was really sweet. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the wet tear rolling down my cheek. Tiffany  quickly used his thumb to whip it away. "Why are you crying?" He asks me, concern clear in his voice. "It's just no one has ever said that to me before. My parents told me I was week, ugly, worthless, fat, a waist of time, and-" Tiffanh quickly cuts me off. "Your none of those things," he reassures me. "Your better than that, Rose. Who cares what your parents said? They were wrong. And they'll never get to see what an amazing daughter they actually have." I notice him leaning in and I lean in to. Soon are lips are just inches away from each other. I can feel my heart beating fast in my chest.Tiffany closes the gap between us, connecting his lips with mine. I feel the fireworks, the passion. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, his around my waist. I run one hand threw his already messy hair. Our lips move in since. Like they were meant to be together. That might sound cheesy but that's the only way I can describe it. We both pull away, out of breath and rest our foreheads together. I'm breathing heavily and so is Tiffany, Tiffany pulls back a bit but still had his arms wrapped around me. "I know that we haven't known each other long but.." Tiffany starts, nervously. "Go on. You don't need to be nervous," I reassure him. "Will you go on a date with me?" He asks, pulling away from me. "Never mind. I'm sorry I even asked. You don't like me. Just forget I even-" I cut him of by smashing my lips on his. He soon pulls away and smiles at me. I smile back. "Of course I will!" I yell, even though I think he already got the point. We spent the rest of the day playing video games. Which I'm not very good at. Watching movies. We baked some cookies that turned out surprisingly good. And now we are laying cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie. I hear the front door being pulled open and I don't even move an inch. I hear the boys walking in, quit loudly might I add. Once they get in the living room they are completely silent. "What happened here," Yuri asks, a smirk on his face. "It's called, and listen very carefully  Yuri,y none of your business," I respond to him. "Isn't that adorable?! Does big bad scary Tiffany finally have someone who likes him?" Yoona asks in a tone like he's talking to a child. I sit up on the couch and Tiffany mocks me. "Shut up Yoona.I may be mean sometimes but I'm not cold hearted. I can have feelings," he explains. "You may be mean sometimes? Ha, more like all the time," I hear Tiffany mumble as he walks to the kitchen. "Get ready," Ti