Chapter 6: Tiffany’s Ethan Hunt

In no time, Taecyeon and Tiffany were immersed in the thrilling plot of Mission Impossible, and the questions and all the drama flew out of their minds … for now.

{Tiffany’s POV} 

I get scared easily when watching movies. This might sound a bit sketch, but I LOVE feeling the chill, which is why I’m so addicted to Mission Impossible, and of course, Ethan Hunt. Wait … the movie’s all calm and stuff, not a good sign. The calm before the storm I guess. Ah! I KNEW IT!

{Taecyeon’s POV}

The both of us couldn’t get our eyes off the screen at all. The thing with Mission Impossible series is that whenever things seemed to simmer down, a gunshot would come up, or the main characters would get into some danger. And right when I thought the movie’s going to give me a break from the heart attack, a bomb blew off all of a sudden making Fany scream. LOL. But what she did afterwards gave me the biggest heart attack of all.

{Tiffany’s POV}

I screamed immediately, clutching onto Taec’s shoulders. And just to let you know, the movie house we were in was specially for couples. Since no barrier was in between us, I curled (unconsciously, I swear) up against his body. Covering my eyes with both my hands, I left only a teeny weeny slit in between my fingers to peek at the movie. Good thing I wasn’t the only one who screamed. Pretty much all the girls in the cinema reacted like how I did. We were very close. Like pretty much the both of us were sitting on only one seat, mainly his. My hands shielded most of my face, while my head caved in his chest. Nobody died in the movie. Typical. I finally breathed out of relief. But I didn’t have that much time to catch my breath when  I smelled a faint waft of oppa’s Chanel cologne surrounding me when I realized … oppa’s arm was around me. Fangirls don’t be too mad. He only put ONE arm around me, not both. (Ok I’m sorry. I didn’t make him >_<)

{Taecyeon’s POV}

Don’t get pissed off at me. I don’t know what knocked me over. But when Fany was covering her eyes, I instinctively put my arm around her. Her perfume (I’m guessing DKNY or Marc Jacobs) quickly made its way into my nostrils. I don’t want to sound like a ert, but she smelled real good. As she screamed more, I couldn’t help but pat her arm gently to comfort her. Despite being the biggest Mission Impossible fan ever to exist, maybe second to the girl in my arms, I couldn’t focus on the movie. Questions sprung into my mind, tormenting me. I don’t know why, but I just had a gut feeling that it would be wrong for Khun to know about this. He knows about this, of course, but I just … uhhhhh … feel wrong about this! Most importantly, the general public definitely cannot know about this either. But, this is just a friendly/sibling date only, right?