Taeyeon never came. Neither did she receive any text message from the singer. There was no news of the woman but she didn’t want to be the one to make the first call. And it wasn’t until she had had her late dinner and sat down after spending all day on the photo shoot that she had time to think about the day’s events.
It struck her that she had perhaps, said some inappropriate things to Taeyeon in the morning. Perhaps, the girl really hadn’t intended to play any mind games with her. It could have been an innocent question that she read too much into. And even if it had been a loaded question, what was so wrong with it? She knew what Taeyeon was like. She knew that the singer loved to tease her. She knew that the woman enjoy hearing sweet nothings from her.
But the likeness between Taeyeon and that person was too uncanny. She had once known a man who was horrible to his girlfriend. And his girlfriend was her sister. She had witnessed the entire process of how the man wooed her sister. She saw how he charmed her with sweet words and charisma that oozed out of every pore of his body. He was a man’s man and every lady’s man.
And right from the start, she had seen bits of him in Taeyeon. The confidence. The charisma. The words. The likeness was uncanny and it brought back heaps of bad memories of that man. And now, it was like déjà vu all over again.
The last thing she wanted to do was to make the same mistake her sister did. Her sister let the man into her heart. And he wrecked it. He took her feelings for him and played her like a fiddle. He liked to see the influence he had over her. He enjoyed flirting with other girls in front of her to make her jealous. It was always all about him. What he wanted. What heneeded. Her sister had only been his pawn. And when he tired of her, he dumped her. For another. Another girl who was willing to be at his beck and call. Feeding the enormous ego that he had.
Tiffany had been relieved when he finally dumped her sister. She knew that he was never faithful to her. But when she told her sister about it—in hopes that her sister would finally leave him—she was disappointed to learn that her sister chose to believe the man’s lies about being completely faithful. Hence, she stopped trying to convince her sister to leave him. Their relationship had suffered because of that and she didn’t want to damage it any further.
So, for all the reasons above, she hated that man with every fibre of her being. And then, there was Taeyeon. Taeyeon with her charisma. Her confidence. Her status. Taeyeon with her constant teasing. Making her blush. Making her heart thump that much harder. Taeyeon with her antics and naughty text messages that had the power to make her stop whatever she was doing and just giggle over the things the singer said.
Yes. It was true that Taeyeon wasn’t exactly like that man. But she felt as though she were turning into her sister. Vulnerable. Susceptible to hurt. Lost to rhyme and reason. And that was exactly what she didn’t want to be.
She sighed. What was she to do? She had lost her head over Taeyeon ever since she went on a holiday with the singer but experiencing those powerful feelings of jealousy this morning had alerted her to the fact that she was, in fact, losing her mind over Taeyeon. Was she comfortable with that? Did she trust Taeyeon enough to give her heart to her completely?
Those were questions that she couldn’t answer just yet.
Taeyeon didn’t call or text her the next day either. And that was when she grew angry again.
First, you make me jealous. Then, you make me angry. Now, you’re ignoring me. What the hell?!
She glared at her phone and tossed it aside. No, she had better things to do than to be bothered by Taeyeon. And she busied herself with her work. She worked way into the night, organizing pictures she took during the photo shoot earlier today and worked on compiling another set of pictures that she’d been taking on the side. Then, when her work was done, she decided to browse a couple of sites before turning in for the night. That was perhaps, a bad decision.
She wished she hadn’t clicked on the news site for as soon as she did, she saw the headline that was on the very first page of the site. It said:
Kim Taeyeon spotted on a cosy date with Lee Minho.
And the article basically went on to describe the date and how they were seen laughing and enjoying themselves the night before.
Tiffany had been drinking a cup of water while browsing and she slammed the cup onto the table top when she saw the headline. Water sloshed about in the cup and some of it ended up on the table but she was too distracted by the article to pay any attention to the spilt water.
Is this your idea of some sort of revenge, Kim Taeyeon? Making me watch the two of you almost kiss isn’t enough for you? Now you’re making me read about the two of you on a date as well? You can choose to ignore me and go out with him on a date? Freaking hell Kim Taeyeon! You can date him for real then. I’m done with you. So. Done.
She was horrified to feel tears welling up in her eyes.
No! NO! I’m NOT going to cry over this. THIS IS SHIT. THIS SHIT IS NOT WORTH MY TEARS.
She blinked furiously and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. Stop it. There was no way she was going to be weak and crumble. She wasn’t like her sister. She wasn’t blinded by love. And she wasn’t going to be hurt like her sister was. Taeyeon didn’t have the power to hurt her that way. Yet. But why? Why were her eyes burning? Why was her nose becoming stuffy?
Just then, her doorbell rang. And she knew who it was without having to look. Nobody else would be at her door at this time of the night but her. Ignore her, Tiffany. Let her stand outside and ring that frikkin’ doorbell all she wants. She can go to hell for all I care.
She grabbed her cup from the table and stormed into the kitchen. She dumped water left in the cup and clattered the cup into the tray beside the sink angrily. Then, she stomped to her sofa bed and pulled at it roughly to turn it into a bed. But as hard as she tried, it was difficult to ignore the insistent doorbell. So after enduring it for about fifteen minutes, she sat up and got off her sofa bed and went to her security system.
She pressed the button that allowed her to speak and yelled, “GET LOST KIM TAEYEON! I HATE YOU!” She could see the looked of shock on Taeyeon’s face on the security system’s screen and the following look of determination as the singer continued to ring her doorbell. It looked as though Taeyeon wasn’t going anywhere. Neither did it seem as though the singer would stop ringing the doorbell. And it made her mad. It made her stark, raving mad.
So, with her finger on the button she bellowed, “WE’RE DONE! YOU HEAR ME! WE’RE OVER! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT ASSHOLE! GET LOST OR I’M CALLING THE GUARDS ON YOU!!!”
The incessant doorbell finally stopped and she looked at the screen. Taeyeon looked heart-stricken and the pain in the woman’s eyes shot all the way into her heart. Tiffany clutched her chest as the most hollow, empty feeling hit her and left her feeling cold. Did I…go…too…far…?
Her finger inadvertently hovered over the button that would allow Taeyeon entry into the apartment block. To press or not to—DIIIIIII—her finger had made the decision for her and Taeyeon had disappeared from the camera’s view. She sighed. After all the prep talk she had given herself, she’d gone and caved in to the heartstrings-tugging look that Taeyeon wore. Was she making the same mistake as her sister did? Or was this the right thing to do?
Taeyeon must have run all the way because barely a moment later, she heard the doorbell again. Only this time, it was accompanied by loud knocks on her door and Taeyeon’s emotionally-charged voice. “Fany! Let me in! Let me in!”
She opened the door quickly, not wanting her neighbours to be disturbed by Taeyeon, and the singer came stumbling in. “Fany.” Now that she was finally standing in front of Tiffany, her eyes were averted awkwardly. “I suppose you’ve seen…it…?”
“By ‘it’ do you mean the news about your cosy date with that guy? If so, then yes. I’ve seen ‘it’. Unless there’s some other guy that I don’t even know about.”
Taeyeon looked pained and it was as though they were connected because her heart turned cold along with the singer’s expression. But that in turn angered her even more. Why was she the one hurting? Why did it seem as though she could be affected by Taeyeon so easily?
“First, you make me watch the two of you film that intimate scene. Then, you disappear on me and it turns out that you were having fun with him last night. And now, you turn up here, expecting me to let you in just like that. What do you think I am, Taeyeon? A rag? To be used and thrown?!”
“DON’T CALL ME FANY! YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO!”
“DON’T CALL ME TIFFANY EITHER!”
“ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY KIM TAEYEON!”
“I’m not trying to be funny. Really. Just tell me. What do you expect me to call you?”
“Don’t even call me!”
“Why won’t you listen to my explanation!”
“I don’t feel like listening to anything that you have to say right now!”
“Oh? That’s the only reason you have?!”
“Do I need any other reason!”
“You’re just being unreasonable!”
“Yes! Unreasonable! That’s me! Don’t you know? They all call me Miss Unreasonable!”
“Fine! You know what? I’m not gonna bother explaining anything! I’m leaving!”
“GO AHEAD AND LEAVE! GO BACK TO YOUR LOVER BOY! GO AND KISS HIM IF YOU HAVEN’T DONE THAT ALREADY!”
“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO? COS I WILL! I’LL FREAKING KISS HIM IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT!”
“YES! KISS HIM! SEE IF I CARE!” If you even dare to let him touch you, we’re so over, KIM TAEYEON!!!
“I’M LEAVING! I’M GOING TO KISS HIM RIGHT NOW! AND DON’T COME CRYING AND BEGGING ME TO TAKE YOU BACK!”
“GET OUT! OUT!”
Tiffany slammed the door shut on Taeyeon as soon as the singer had stomped out of her studio. Then, she stood still and glared at the door, seething with anger over Taeyeon’s words.
You’re an asshole, Kim Taeyeon. You’re a stinking asshole.