Prologue

The tanned one was about to lose her patience while she waited her friend to talk, her lips pursed ever so tightly they started to look like a dumpling. She snorted loudly, showing her boredom and annoyance without care.

The blonde's eyes turned up from her coffee, looking straight at the impatient being seated across from her. She just smiled and nodded for a couple of times as she returned her gaze back to her coffee.

"Now, you're just being a freak, Taeyeon," the tanned one finally talked.

"Don't hit me, Yuri," the blonde said with both of her hands in the air.

"Cut the crap and quickly get to the point, you're pissing me off," Yuri leaned back to her chair and looked away to nowhere.

"Deliberately," Yuri glared behind her aviators after hearing Taeyeon's innuendo. "Alright, calm down, I don't want to walk home limping,"

"Whatever," Yuri replied quickly before she took a bite of the beef jerkey. "So?"

"I want to marry Tiffany," Taeyeon said nonchalantly, practically making the woman in front of her speechless and lost her power to chew the piece of jerkey that was still residing inside . The blonde sighed at the sight, "I'm dead serious,"

"Good luck with that," Yuri shrugged.