Jessica punches Taeyeon squarely in the jaw, and with a flash of pain, Taeyeon was on her back, bewildered. Jessica stood above her, her hand still curled in a fist.

Jessica feels proud that she drew blood. Her dad taught her well.

Taeyeon doesn’t say anything, knowing full well she deserved it. But damn, she didn’t think Jessica would punch her this hard. Slowly standing up, she touches her bottom lip, wincing in pain.

Taeyeon the blood from her lip. Jessica hates herself for staring.

“Sorry,” Jessica mumbles.

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right. I’m not.”

And this is their first real conversation in months. If you can call the small exchange that.

“Can I come in?”

“I’d say no but knowing that you always get what you want..” Jessica opens the door wider for the smaller woman to step in, catching a scent of something crossed between sweet and floral. So Taeyeon. And it triggers something deeply painful in Jessica’s chest.

“Why are you here?”

Taeyeon hesitates.

“Wait scratch that. How did you know I was here?”

“Soojung.”

I swear I’m going to strangle that brat..

“Always so violent,” Taeyeon muses.. Jessica realizing that she had said it out loud.

Jessica sighs. “Why are you here?”

Taeyeon wants to blame the numbing pain in her lip for staying mute. All the confidence she had marching up to Jessica’s hotel room was nowhere to be found. She’s suddenly aware of where she is. Of physically standing in front of Jessica. Of how stupidly pretty Jessica looks right now.

Because Taeyeon has never been the one to lay out her feelings. It’s always been Jessica. It’s always Jessica who initiates, who’s impassioned, who says I Love You and everything else in between. Jessica has never been the one to hold back, tears and all. Just like moments ago, proving this very point when she expressed her feelings, her pent up frustrations from every fiber of her being and translating and guiding them through her shoulder, arm, hand and throwing them right to the mandible of Ta