“That’s it!”Taeyeon got up and went to her room. The sound of cloth hangers being thrown and the angry steps echoed throughout the room. Taeyeon made sure Tiffany could hear her packing. She wanted the woman to realize she was being serious. She was really leaving.

Leaving.

Leaving.

Leaving.

And nothing—she means NOTHING—could change her mind anymore.

She had enough.

She can’t stay anymore.

Her sanity is at stake if she stayed.

So she was really, really, really leaving.

She pulled her luggage and stomped her way through the garage, throwing her bag in the trunk. Taeyeon had a tiny glimpse of Tiffany leaning at the nearby post so she turned her back to give the girl the fiercest glare she could ever give.

“Holy mother of xxx,”Taeyeon’s eyes almost popped out from her sockets, as round as a melon. “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?” She shouted as her nose started to bleed.

Tiffany smirked, came closer and pulled Taeyeon by the collar—their faces only an inch apart. “The better question is…what am I not wearing?” Taeyeon gulped as Tiffany blew into her ear. “Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t even started yet.”

Taeyeon’s lower lip quivered into a pout and in her head she started praying she’d survive another night of teasing.