Can we pretend? (Oneshot)
Title: Can we pretend? (Oneshot)
Pairing: TaeNy
Rating: G
Genre: Comfort
Summary: Tiffany tries to get Taeyeon to open up to her, but Taeyeon likes metaphors.
Tiffany puts her body comfortably on the sofa and just softly states way too late into the early day. She just got a blanket for them, no biggie, she didn’t leave long enough to cut it.
“Tell me more.”
Gently it’s whole, at least what she feels under her fingertips and against her, gently laying in her arms is someone she loves. Small, continually flipping light upon her own face. Dialing.
“I really wanted to know, please?”
Closing down, pressing it to heart it plays something wonderfully sleep-friendly, Tiffany dozily blames it when she hears it. It’s a trick to make her fall asleep; it’s Taeyeon’s own voice for god sakes.
This trick, Taeyeon closes her eyes.
“It‘s still alive.”
Tiffany strokes her face on Taeyeon’s shoulder with a smile and presses a bit.
“Still.” It’s not a question.
“Mm.”
“How did you fix it?”
“There’s a different battery in it now” Taeyeon turns the song off. Tiffany clearly hears her now. “But it still looks the same on the outside, you know.” Grip it and twists it, then it radiates right through her and into Tiffany she imagines. “It can last longer and I don’t need to turn it off all the time.”
“Taeyeon” Tiffany lifts herself up and turns Taeyeon’s upper half, chest, laying her on her back. Taeyeon’s face is like a clock. Tiffany could tell what time it was, and that it’s not going perfectly, twitching.
In these times, Tiffany doesn’t always let these conversations slip to sleep. Sometimes to love Taeyeon she has to feel like she can get to know her more, inside. “Are we still talking about the phone here?”
Taeyeon blinks and some shiny tears appear. She smiles, a tad, because it’s Tiffany who asks. She has come to know these situations now, though; it doesn’t mean she will be obvious in an instant.
“Can we pretend we are?”