Bride in Sneakers
Bride in TrainTaeyeon’s POV
It was Saturday afternoon when I decided to go out. It was really hot outside, i never wanted to be toasted under the scorching sun, so I took a train heading to Incheon. I was thinking on what should I put in my next outline for my webtoons. My readers keep bugging me with their comments on my SNS.
I turn around then I saw a girl sitting at the same side where I’m sitting. She was wearing, wait. Is that a wedding gown?! Why should she wear that kind of attire in public? I pulled out my phone and took a picture of her. I posted it on my SNS right away.
Tiffany ‘s POV
“Hey Fany, where are you right now?” Okay, so Jess is texting me right now. What should I do? Oh god, I don’t know... “What are you doing in a train right now?” Then a picture popped out too, . Is this me?! “You’re all over the internet now Tiff, you’re top searched now!” I opened my SNS and everyone’s been tagging me with the picture. “Hey, bride in sneakers kekeke!” I looked at the girl beside me looking directly to me. Okay, what the heck does she want?
Taeyeon's POV
Did she just caught me looking at her?! I didn’t mean to, daebak! She’s now crying. What to do, what should I do? She went out of the train, i didn’t waste any time and I followed her. She run too fast, my legs are getting weak! She stopped in a bus stop and sat down on a bench nearby. She was crying hard, the eyeliner applied on her are all over scattered on her eyes. I walked towards her but suddenly stopped when she talked, “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Was she talking to me? “Wh-what are you talking about?” She handed me her phone, i looked at it when I saw her picture, it was the picture that i took awhile ago in the train. “We-well, sorry! I wasn’t thinking awhile ago, I..” “Shut up, how did it happen for just a minute?” “ I am a webtoonist, I can say I have lots of followers..” She cried and staring to walk again. No, i should apologize and and look after her. “Wait up! I’m really really sorry for that! Should I delete it?”
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