Prologue

It may have been the most quiescent and placid New Years Eve celebration both Tiffany and Taeyeon had experienced in a while. Maybe ever.

There were no mandatory high-profile parties to attend, no hectic or sudden work schedules, no rambunctious noise-making. It was merely the two of them beneath the sheets in their bedroom waiting for midnight, and the indomitable urge to stay in bed. Nothing but the dim light of Taeyeon's bedside lamp, and the city's glow illuminated the room. 

Feeling a bit more intimate than usual, Tiffany decided to get closer to Taeyeon. 

"Taeyeon-ah?" Tiffany almost cooed, her lips just slightly brushing against Taeyeon's bare shoulder. She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist and facilely positioned her head on the crook of Taeyeon's neck. She then sighed with nothing but pure content. Perfect fit, just like this. 

That was the great thing about the two of them; they were already in very close proximity, yet Tiffany needed to be just a little bit closer to Taeyeon. Her hot breath and Taeyeon's name on her lips were sufficient to send shivers down Taeyeon's back, much to Tiffany's satisfaction. 

Moments like this made it nearly impossible to believe that it wasn't like this at first. Not even remotely close. 

"Mm?" Taeyeon shifted to her side to face Tiffany, who, of course, had to look just as dazzling in the dark as she did when the lights were hitting her perfectly. She could never quite get used to her lover's allurement, and she was convinced that she never will. Taeyeon was always in awe, always enticed by Tiffany Hwang. 

"What are the odds?" Tiffany replied with yet another question, pressing one more soft kiss on Taeyeon, this time on her neck. Taeyeon somehow heard Tiffany smiling through her words. Still baffled, she bit her lower lip in thought. 

"What do you mean, Fany?" Taeyeon asked, gazing at Tiffany's contemplative eyes. Those brown eyes always have a story to tell. I wonder what it is this time?

"What are the odds that you and I would have ended up like this?" Tiffany was now softly laughing, clearly amused at the irony of her and Taeyeon's relationship. Taeyeon was starting to understand where Tiffany was going, and she couldn't help but laugh a little, too.

"It's funny isn't it? Who would have ever thought that it'd be you and me in the end, Fany-ah," Taeyeon exhaled contentedly, the smile not daring to leave her lips. 

"'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb,'" Tiffany mimicked one of her favorite literary characters, quoting her favorite line, to which Taeyeon responded with an eye roll and her trademark ahjumma giggles.

"More like, 'and so the pretentious photographer fell in love with the stuck up model'" Taeyeon chuckled. Tiffany arched an eyebrow and hit Taeyeon on the arm, pouting at her remark. Tiffany started to playfully move away from her, feigning hurt feelings.

Way too cute, Taeyeon thought as she pulled Tiffany back to her previous position, not allowing her to get too far away for her liking. 

"Hey, better watch it, Kim Taeyeon," Tiffany warned, poking Taeyeon on her sternum. Taeyeon only laughed, knowing she didn't mean any of it. 

Soon, the comfortable silence found them and embraced them again. Neither of them were sure of how much time had passed since the last person had spoken, but that was okay. They liked speaking without words. 

"What do you really think though, Taetae? About us?" Tiffany finally broke the silence. "Did you ever think it would turn out like this?" The tone of her voice changed, as well. It was more serious than last time. Not only did it grow softer, gentler... Taeyeon also detected a bit of uncertainty in her lover's voice, but chose to dismiss it. Instead, she drew tiny shapes on Tiffany's skin, deep in thought. 

After a while, Taeyeon ceased tracing circles on Tiffany's skin and took the time to really gaze at Tiffany, trying to read through the lines and decipher what brought on these sudden questions from her girlfriend. Taeyeon was then silent for a moment, pensive. If Tiffany didn't know her well enough, she would take Taeyeon's lack of an answer as something else. 

Eventually, Taeyeon caressed Tiffany's cheek just before leaning down to kiss her chastely, taking Tiffany's plump lips with her own. When she pulled away, she could have sworn that Tiffany was blushing. 

"No, I didn't think so. Not at first," Taeyeon said, brushing stray locks away from Tiffany's face and tucking them behind her ear. "But I'm glad it did. I'm glad it turned out like this." 

Hello hello! This is my first fic here, I'm mochibubbles ^^ Happy new years to everyone, by the way. What better way to kick off the year than with some fluff? lol 

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