ǁ SOMETHING

The solemnity on Taeyeon's face was enough to take Tiffany's attention from the television. She stood up and followed Taeyeon towards the bed.

“Whats wrong, baby?”

“We need to talk. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Come closer.

Closer.

Closer.”

Tiffany inched, and inched, and inched closer towards her lover.

She was really worried about Taeyeon.

The girl was usually all smiles (not to add playful).

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