Jessica was going to call the cops.

Tiffany hadn’t been home for two straight nights now and no one had any idea where the stupid girl had gone to. The ice princess had spent the last two nights sleeping on the couch. Her back hurt, her skin was breaking out from lack of good quality sleep, and she was irritable beyond belief.

She had spent much of the morning muttering angrily to herself, slamming fridge doors, stomping her feet, brushing her teeth with so much vigor till her gums bled. She wanted to kill something.

Taeyeon had smartly stayed far away from the Jessica the entire morning. The raven had even thought so far ahead as to hide her beyond-precious dookongs in case Jessica decided to be particularly mean and spiteful and take her anger out on them by holding them hostage or god forbid…ripping them to shreds! Gaspers!

All in all…a very bad morning for both.

Then Taeyeon had opened the front door to leave for SM and then the morning had gone from bad to…interesting.

There stood a ruggedly handsome, brawny man. Quite dashing and smart in a suit. But that was not the interesting part. Oh no. A far cry from it. For in his arms was nestled a very much asleep Tiffany. In a…

...pink shirt and pink skinny jeans?!?!

Has the world gone mad?!??

Then, even as Taeyeon and Jessica watched, Tiffany stretched and pushed her assets up very close to the man’s face. Taeyeon noted the pinkish-red shade that shot up from the man’s neck and spread to the cheeks. Taeyeon was also subconsciously aware that someone from the right had opened their front door but she could hardly be bothered at wondering who it was, not with the inexplicable spectacle in front of her. The man had then awkwardly set Tiffany down and handed her a plastic bag, looking straight ahead. His expressionless face and stiff robotic movements reminded Taeyeon of The Terminator, except that this man was much more Gerard Butler-esque...

Mmmmmmm...yummy...

Tiffany peered into the plastic bag and looked back up at the man. The man had taken one look at Tiffany’s face and had gone still in shock. The pinkish red was now a dark scarlet. He looked about ready to blow an aneurism. Then he had snapped his gaze back up and resumed staring straight ahead of him.

“Thanks oppa,” Tiffany had said as she leaned in for a hug.

Ok…so the world hadn’t gone mad…it had gone absolutely bat-crap crazy!

“I had a good time last night, and thanks again for breakfast.”

Wait wha… Last night? She was with this hunky morsel LAST NIGHT?!?!?! Oh GOOD LORD have mercy on my erted soul! PLEASE don’t let me have a nosebleed! And…what in the hell is wrong with Tippany’s voice? She sounds like she ate syrup for breakfast…or maybe she ate something else… OH GAWD KIM TAEYEON!!! STAAAHP IT!!!! Our-Father-in-heaven-hallowed-be-thy-name-your-kingdom-come-your-will-be-done-ashisaffkflksjflasjflsfzxiuezzxpvozz-forgive-me-my-sins! FORGIVE-ME-MY-SINS!!!!!!

Taeyeon had felt more than seen Tiffany slide past her in the doorway, her buzzing mind was preventing her from processing much coherent thought at that point. But she was strangely aware of some dark and foreboding force radiating powerfully from somewhere behind her.

“Keep me updated on Lee Nayeong’s case. You have my number.”

Tiffany’s rather cold and severe tone snapped Taeyeon back to reality. That…sounded more like the Tiffany she knew. The man stood there like Stonehenge, towering, stone-faced, an