Taeyeon had asked if she could join her on her bench at the park and Tiffany knew then, as she had studied the nervousness and pink cheeks, that friendship wasn’t what Taeyeon was initiating.
Usually, Tiffany would have refused but the sight of the other girl looking down dejectedly when she took a moment to consider, had made her heart a little less wary somehow.
The fact that she had taken time to consider at all, Tiffany knew it was time to move on. It had proven to be a good decision because 4 months forward, her heart healed nicely and they called it official.
3 months into the relationship, Tiffany was still wary, but the ways Taeyeon was proving herself to be different and how she was doing it unconsciously was amazing.
Taeyeon was feeling sorry, that she could see, but there was that other thing she couldn’t comprehend.
She stopped only when she was in Taeyeon’s personal space and reached out to turn the latter’s head to face her again.
When Taeyeon finally turned around again, her breathing had slowed and when their eyes met again, Tiffany felt all her irritation melt away in an instant.
Tiffany remembered thinking it was a beautiful name for someone who looked just as beautiful with flawless fair skin and petite structure.
They spent the date in the simplest of ways that day, ending it off with Taeyeon driving her home and walking her up to her apartment.
She had been constantly a little occupied with her thoughts, evaluating and weighing the risks but when Taeyeon kissed her goodnight and mumbled softly against her lips that she loved her, everything didn’t seem to matter.
Tiffany had been told a lot that she wasn’t funny by the people around her.
Particularly, her last ex had told her that too, countless of times.