Love Can Happen Anywhere
Written by: snsd_4_ever



Italics are flashbacks or thoughts


~~~No One’s POV~~~

“I’m not doing it.”

“Oh come on. These are some of my biggest ones baby.”

“No. You know I don’t even approve of what you do.”

“Just help me this once. We’ll go out somewhere afterwards.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine.”


~~~Taeyeon’s POV~~~

I sighed as I walked to the meeting place. McDonalds. This is ridiculous. Why couldn’t father just send someone else to handle this mess?

~Flashback~

“You called father?” I stood in his office of Kim Corporations.

“I have an assignment for you.” I rolled my eyes mentally at the statement, knowing that if I did that if I had rolled my eyes I would have been hit.

Ever since my mother had died from a car accident, my father had buried himself in his work. But after her death he also changed personalities. Instead of the loving father who would hug me or give me rides on his back he became cold and bitter to me and all of those around him. Except for his bottle of alcohol, he abuses his power and sometimes physically abuses those who care for him.

“Of course. What is the assignment?”

“A certain paparazzi has sworn that he has some information that he will leak about this company unless we meet personally with him and make some arrangements. I want you to go and get this fixed.”

“Why can’t you bring the person here?”

“The source is from America and was here coincidently during one of the parties that was hosted. Apparently he or she is back and developed the film finding some...compromising photos and we need those back for the face of this company. I already booked you for the next flight to America. I’ll e-mail you where the arrangement will be placed.”

~End of Flashback~

I opened the door and stood to the side. I opened my phone and looked at the text I had received an hour earlier.

Order a BigMac with fries and a drink.
Sit down and wait for a person to go get ketchup at the pump but leave two behind.

I sighed again. What a stupid signal. I should just stop working for the man. I walked up to the cashier. “Uh...One...BigMac...please.”

The cashier punched in some numbers. “Do you want fries and a drink too?”

I frowned slightly trying to figure out what the person had said. “Uh...yes.”

“$5.73”

I paid and sat down waiting for my meal to be called. I sat down at a table and watched for the signal I was supposed to receive at the pump. I heard my number so I got up and got my meal. After getting some ketchup I began munching on my fries and the door to the fast food place opened.

An Asian girl with black hair past shoulder-length in a pony-tail walked in. She was wearing a black leather jacket with a white cami and jeans. I couldn’t help but stare as she walked into this so-called restaurant and ordered her food.

I smiled to myself as I finished my food. The girl went to the ketchup pump and pumped three little cups of ketchup. She took one but left two on the counter and sat down in a seat. I raised an eyebrow. She’s the paparazzi?

I stood up and grabbed the two left on the counter and walked over to her. “Yours?”

I felt so stupid with my limited English but the girl smiled. Okay, not just smiled but eye-smiled. I was stunned at how pretty she was up close and the smile just made her shine even more. “Yes it is. Thank you!”

Despite the way she was dressed she had a very bubbly and loud personality. I had a hard time believing someone of her character would be the paparazzi.

I placed the ketchup on the table and then sat down. The girl looked at me confused. “Can I help you?”

I nodded in my seat. “Uh...You..are....Korea?”

The girl frowned in confusion and then chuckled. “I am Korean. I used to live there but I moved back here. Are you Korean?”

I nodded again, I felt dumber and dumber with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but be tongue-tied due to the language but also because of the girl’s beauty.

She smiled again and I swear my heart was beating faster than ever. “How about if I switch to Korean then? Just to warn you my Korean isn’t as good as my English.”

“It sounds fine to me. Thank you.”

“No problem. I know what it feels like to be in another country and not being able to communicate that well.”

“It’s hard.”

She nodded and munched on her food. I watched fascinated by everything she was doing. It was a first that I’ve ever took such a notice in someone. We both made eye contact and I looked down at my lap. When I looked back up she was smiling. “My name is Kim Taeyeon. Yours?”

“Hwang Tiffany. Fany for short. What are you doing here in America?”

I sighed. “Working for my father