[6/?] For You, I'd Sing Till My Last Breath
Title: For You, I’d Sing Till My Last Breath
Length: Chapter 6/?
Pairing: Taeyeon/Tiffany (TaeNy), Tiffany/Jessica (JeTi)
Author: KeyJah
Rating: PG (changes depending on chapter ^^)
Genre: Romance/Angst/Stuff
Author’s Note: Hello!~!~!~Ok so last chapter … I was going to make it longer by putting what I’m about to write now in it … but then I don’t think it would have flowed very well. So I decided to make another chapter and I think it flows better!!!~ ^^ … I think that going into the thoughts of each person is something important so that you can see the depth of the different views of the story. (hint on this chapter) XD After this chapter I’ll try and move along with the story more … otherwise it’ll start to drag wont it? But I do enjoy all the detail I’m putting in here so … yeah LOOL!~ BTW LONGEST CHAPTER YET! WOOO!~ Anyways~! Let me know your thoughts, and again EXCUSE ANY AND ALL GRAMMAR/SPELLING ERRORS!~ ^^ Thank You and Enjoy!~ Comment Comment Comment!!~!~ ^^
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Chapter 6
-Taeyeon’s P.O.V-
It had to have been a dream but it wasn’t. It was reality and she finally came.
I couldn’t move. I just stood there in awe. Her short hair that I had memorized from the picture had now grown to sit on and past her shoulders; slight waves flowed throughout it, with the most elegant shade of dark brown. Her bangs wisped to the right side of her face slightly falling into the middle though. She wore light pink lipstick that stood out front her milk white complexion. And her eyes; two pools of deep brown that seemed to have no end once you’ve fallen into them. The smile in them was not there as it was in the picture. Instead, they were wide and worried.
“Hello, I’m Tiffany. Tiffany Hwang.”’ Tiffany. What a beautiful name. It echoed through the void spaces of my mind. Her voice was shaky and she was trembling. Why was she so nervous? Was it the way I was looking at her? I couldn’t help it I just want to know her. I’d never thought I’d ever get this chance. Why though? Why did I want to meet her this much? I’ve only ever known her from that picture and certain things around the house. Isn’t this a slightly obsessive behavior I’m having? Is this wrong? Why? Why did I want to know her? Why did I want a complete stranger to take me away from all of this? Why did she feel so … safe?
“My father lives here and I’ve flown back from the states to --- I’m sorry is he here? Like, does he still lives here? If he doesn’t then I am so sorry for bothering you like this.” Her father. That explains why she’s here. She wants to see him again. She’s grown so much from that one photo. And she’s easily a lot taller than me. Wait, she’s wearing heels. Light pink heels, about 6 inches maybe? Even so, she’s probably still got some height on me. Wait is she wearing --- she is! Same light pink varsity jacket and dark blue jeans. And it really was the same one! It was slightly oversized for her in the picture but now it fit her quite well. The new glossy appearance it once possessed was now worn. Slight threads stuck up from where the binding was loose, the clean white sleeves lost their original sheen, and the “T” that was sewn in the front was becoming unfastened on its edges. She must really treasure it. She doesn’t really look like him. You would think so but she’s doesn’t resemble him much. Her face is much to kind compared to him. Maybe she takes after her mother? She must; she’s too different from him.
“I just keep talking and talking and talking. NOT THAT YOU’RE MAKING ME NERVOUS OR ANYTHING? I mean I just met you, why would I have a reason to be nervous? I DON’T WANT TO SOUND OFFENSIVE OR ANYTHING! LIKE I REALLY DON’T MEAN ANYTHING BAD” She’s still talking? My goodness, such a nervous wreck this child is.
“ --- Oh jeez, I’m sorry, I’ll just leave and come back later” WHAT? NO, NO, NOOOO!! KIM TAEYEON SNAP OUT OF IT!!! IF YOU DON’T DO SOMETHING QUICK THEN SHE’S GONE! GET - A - GRIP! I mentally slapped myself to each word.
I stepped closer to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Tiffany, you don’t need to freak out so much. Just calm down and stop talking. It’s not like I’m going to bite your head off. I tried my best to communicate that message with my eyes and it seemed to work; her frantic words seemed to stop immediately. We stood there, just as before, lost once more. I’m not letting you go. I gathered up all the courage I could to do something; something I haven’t done in a long time. I smiled. I did what I thought would be impossible. After all this time I thought I had lost it forever, but she managed to bring it out of me. She smiled back. My hand made its way to hers to release the suitcase from her grip. Her hands are like ice, she even flinched when I touched them. I would keep them warm, if you’d let me. Jeez her fingers were really locked to the handle. I finally pried them off and walked inside gesturing her to follow; she obliged. When she was inside I quickly walked back to the door and locked it. I then walked past her and started to take her things upstairs. She slowly followed me; a thoughtful look in her eyes as they wandered the house. Is it really that different? Since I’ve been here it hasn’t changed. Was it different before I was here? What are you thinking? I wish I knew.
My pace was faster than hers as I was almost halfway up the stairs. Suddenly, “Wait, I … I didn’t catch your name.” I stopped. I felt like I just gazed into the eyes of Medusa and turned to stone. I couldn’t breathe. Oh. My. God! Crap! I made sure my back was still to her and I reached up to the device around my neck. CRAP! I can’t even answer her with this monstrosity around my neck; choking the very life out of my voice. I could feel my eyes widen and my head was spinning. Does she know about him? About what he’s really like? What he really does? No, I doubt it. A girl like this would have no idea. And a man like him would keep her out of the loop forever if he could. She has no idea. Think Kim Taeyeon, THINK! Don’t just stand there like an idiot! MOVE! My legs finally decided they wanted to move and I started walking as if Tiffany had said nothing at all. I don’t know for sure, but I’m almost certain her face looked very confused. Sorry.
I walked all the way to the top; I knew exactly where to go. Left, down the hall, double doors, I knew the route like the back of my hand. I turned the knob in my hand and pushed the doors open. I walked into the oh-so familiar room and set her suitcase down in the middle of the room. Whenever I had days that I felt hurt or felt sad, I would come in here. My troubles seemed to subside while I was in here; it was my safe-haven. I would lie in the soft folds of the bed and listen to my music and just let my troubles roll by; let them pool out slowly so I could breathe. I made sure the room was always clean; dusting, vacuuming, and keeping it neat and organized. It was something that became second nature to me and it made my days easier to live for. I saw her looking around the room. When I first got here, the room was in slight disarray but nothing extreme. Does she notice a difference in here? She walked around the room; my eyes followed her every action. WAIT A MINUTE! TAEYEON YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW! If she tries to ask you something again what are you going to do? You can just answer her now can you? You could nod your head or something but she might want an ACTUAL answer. And then what, you’re gonna try and play charades to get her to understand what you want to say? Uh-No! TAEYEON, STOP STARING AT HER AND GET A MOVE ON BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE U IDIOT! I made sure my steps were light so she couldn’t hear them. I tip toed towards the door as swiftly as I could; it’s a skill I’ve learned over time, to sneak away if necessary. Then again, she wouldn’t really be able to hear my steps considering I was in my socks. I held my breath; I could hear her feet shuffle and as soon as my left foot was at the threshold, I turned on the ball of my heel and made a run for it. I ran down to the other end of the hall, turning the corner towards the bathroom. My back hit against the wall and I let out the air that I had been holding for so long. My heart felt like it wanted to tear out of my chest from the way it was pounding. I needed to calm myself. I could hear breathes escaping from my mouth which wasn’t it; I could hear them. If I could hear myself, it meant I was losing control of the silence I trained myself to live with. I took deep breathes, closed my eyes and sat on the floor, back still against the wall. My heart was calm. Then it happened again. I smiled. ‘A smile that was once long forgotten but had found its way to back to me … a smile that could only be caused by this one person.’ “
You finally came. After all my waiting, will you finally take me home?”
-End of Taeyeon’s P.O.V-
-Tiffany’s P.O.V-
“You are defiantly NOT my father,” I thought.
I stood there, staring; just staring. My voice was gone and I just stood there like a complete and utter moron. She was stunning, she could make heads turn, and she was absolutely adorable at the same time. She was shorter than me, but of course, I was in heels. Even so, I think she was still shorter than I was. She had light brown hair that sat on her shoulders, layers throughout it with sharp cut front bangs. She wore a white blouse with black jeans and a black tie. She was wearing some light blue socks that stood out against her outerwear. Then again, they did match nicely with her frost blue pearled eyes. They grabbed you and pulled you into them until you were completely lost with no way out. People say similar things about my eyes but hers looked as though they could pierce through your essence and find out your inner thoughts and feelings hidden in every nook and cranny of yourself. What is this? They didn’t match her face though. Her fiery ice eyes were in contradiction to her innocent pure face; Angelic. Something else caught my eyes briefly though. Although her hair wisped around it, there was something around her neck; literally around it. It was black and rather shiny with something possibly engraved on the side. A necklace maybe? Rather odd one at that though. Maybe it’s one of those neck band things people wear, but usually they have those weird spike things on them. What is it? Wait, how long have I been staring at her? Oh gosh, she’s staring at me too. Uhh … what do I do? Oh duh, speak you idiot!
“Hello. I’m Tiffany. Tiffany Hwang.” Yes that’s it, use your words. Ahh but my voice is so shaky. Calm down Tiffany!
“My father lives here and I’ve flown back from the states to --- I’m sorry is he here? Like, does he still lives here? If he doesn’t then I am so sorry for bothering you like this. It’s just that I live here too.” Tiffany calm down, you’re going to start rambling on and on and on. The way she’s looking at me isn’t helping either. Why is she staring so intensely? Maybe it’s my imagination and paranoia kicking in.
“Well I did when I was living in Seoul before I left to go study overseas. But now I’m back! And so now I’m here to move in. Well, back in. I mean, if he’s still here. I don’t know if he does, we haven’t been in contact for quite some time. Why am I telling you this? It’s because I’m nervous I guess.” Would you just shut up already!!!! She probably thinks you’re crazy or something now! This is why you need to work on your people skills instead of cooping yourself in your room all day with Jessica. Jessica; I wish you were here right now to slap some sense into me. So that I can just stop spewing my words endlessly. At least with you, I’d feel calm and collected.
“See when I’m nervous I can’t seem to stop rambling. I just keep talking and talking and talking. NOT THAT YOU’RE MAKING ME NERVOUS OR ANYTHING? I mean I just met you, why would I have a reason to be nervous? I DON’T WANT TO SOUND OFFENSIVE OR ANYTHING!” SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!! STEPHANIE HWANG MIYOUNG JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! STOP YOUR INCESSANT BABBLING!
“LIKE I REALLY DON’T MEAN ANYTHING BAD --- Oh jeez, I’m sorry, I’ll just leave and come back later when he’s home or maybe when ---
Warmth started to seep through the fabric of my jacket. How it was possible, I had no clue because the material was pretty thick, yet I felt it so clearly. Her hand rested on my shoulder and I looked into her icy blue orbs. They were telling me to relax and cease my perpetual idiocy. My voice had left the air and silence formed a barrier around us; sealing us in the moment. She smiled at me; one of the most adorable, innocent, pure hearted, warm smiles I’ve ever seen. It reminds me of … her … smile. I smiled back, hoping I returned the same warmth that she had bestowed to me. Suddenly I felt the warmth again, this time on my hand. My fingers, which had turned white from the extreme gripping force I had on my suitcase, were being melted away by the heat from hers so she could take the case away from me. What is this?
She walked inside and motioned for me to enter as well. I walked into the space that I had left several years ago. Everything is still the same. He didn’t change a thing? Then again, he was hardly ever here, so renovation is pointless isn’t it. I noticed that she was walking up the stairs and I followed her. Then it hit me. Tiffany, you idiot, you didn’t even ask the girl the most important question when you first meet someone.
“Wait, I … I didn’t catch your name.” She stopped so suddenly it caught me off guard. I saw that her arm had raised itself but where her hand began to lie I couldn’t tell; her back was still towards me making things difficult for me to see. All of a sudden, her feet began to swiftly march up the as if she hadn’t heard me at all. What? Didn’t she hear me? If she stopped like that I’m pretty sure she did. What’s with this kid? Wait, is she older or younger than me? See Tiffany, this is what you get for having no people skills. You practically spill your whole life’s story to a stranger and you know nothing about her in return. I mentally slapped my forehead at this thought. She feels safe though; I can trust her. What is this?
I simply followed the girl up the stairs, throwing all other questions aside for now. She walked was at the top of the stairs and turned left. Wait she knew? When I reached the top, she was already in front of the familiar double doors. How does she know? She opened the door and walked inside, stopping in the middle of the room. I followed her and my eyes widened to take in the whole sight. It was my room; the room I spent my days and nights in. Who is she? It was really neat though. I had always been an organized person but when I left, it was in such disarray. “Did he keep it like this … or … did she?” I walked along the sides; my fingers tracing my desk, my eyes wandering to the collection of books on the shelf with my most prized awards that sat on the very top shelf. The one award I had forgotten to take with me sat polished and proud amongst all of them. It was a ceramic plate, navy blue edges and swirls around its surface. In the center were the words engraved in gold,
“To My Most Precious Tiffany, Thank you for being all that you are. I’m proud to say you are mine; that you are my daughter and I am your ever so grateful mother. You are the truest blessing in my life. I love you.”
I was five when she gave me that. I can never forget her face when she gave it to me. It was so full of love and warmth. My thoughts and memories gradually parted me for the time being to bring me to reality.
“Hey, how did you ---“? I stopped talking once I realized she wasn’t behind me anymore. My eyes scanned the room, for any trace of her that may still be there, but she was nowhere to be found. You remind me so much … of her. Who are you?
-End of Tiffany’s P.O.V-
-Jessica’s P.O.V-
“Where is it? I know it’s here somewhe- FOUND IT!” I had been searching through my purse for a while now in attempt to find my keys. I found the one for the front door and slowly began to insert it into the lock. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what was about to happen. The subtle click that pierced the air told me the door was unlocked. I twisted the knob and walked inside my house trying not to let the suitcase in my hand make too much sound across the threshold. I walked in, set my suitcase to the side and shut the door behind me.
“Krystal! Welcome home dear! Your early though aren’t you?” Mom. I recognized her sweet sing-song voice without question. She was in the kitchen making dinner. The aroma consumed the house and made me feel the soothing sensation of being home again. Everything was still basically the same; although the furniture had been rearranged quite a bit. She always does that if she’s mad or upset; she turns the whole house upside down with her cleaning and rearranging. It’ll take some getting used to, but I wasn’t worried about that right now. Right now, I just wanted to see my mother. I left my suitcase by the door and walked through the living room on my left towards the kitchen.
“So dear how was school? And why are you so early? Usually you’d be home in about another fifteen minutes or so. Did you catch an early bus or something?” Her back was facing me as she was busy with her pots and pans on the stove. I walked behind her and leaned down to give her a hug.
“Krystal, are you ok dear?”
“Yes mom, I’m fine, except you have the wrong daughter.”
She froze in place. The spoon that was in the pot ended up flinging same of its contents in the air. I loosed my grip and she turned around to face me. “Jessica”? Her eyes were wide and tears began to pool in them wanting to flood out.
“Surprise, I missed you mom.” I pulled her back into a hug and she did the same. She was sobbing, telling me how much she had missed me. She tried to speak but all her sentences became incoherent due to the tears that fell. I wiped them as they streamed down her face and she wiped mine. We stood there for who knows how long. No words were spoken between us; we just stood enjoying each other’s company that we’ve been without for so long. Our eyes told the story our words could not explain. “I love you mom.” She smiled and hugged me tight. This was home.
“JESSICA UNNIE!!!!!!!!!!” I felt my neck getting pulled and my weight shifting backwards.
“LET GO I CAN’T BREATHE!!!! PLEASE! I MISSED YOU TOO OK NOW LET GO!” She let go of my neck but turned me around to jump into me and hug me. “OH MY GOSH GET OFF KID!!!! YOU’RE TOO OLD FOR THIS AND SO AM I!”
“Just like old times honey?” My mother stood there amused by the both of us.
“Yeah just like old times. Ok are you going to get off me or am I going to be stuck like this forever Krystal?”
“Carry me to my room?” She smiled at me and she knew it was my weakness. Damn it Jessica, why do always give in like that. I pulled her off of me and crouched down so she could climb onto my back.
“You’re sixteen yet you still act like you’re five you know that?” I could feel her grinning even if I couldn’t see it. “Call us when dinner’s ready?” My mom simply nodded and smiled at the both of us. I started walking back to the stairs, grabbing my suitcase along the way and started trudging up the steps.
“Jessica.”
“What? Please tell me you want to get off right?”
“. . . “
“Ok fine what is it?”
“Where’s Tiffany?”
I almost fell backwards at the sound of her name. “Tiffany went home. She wanted to see her dad. She’ll call later though.”
“Jessica?”
“Yes Ms. Jung?”
“… You still haven’t told her yet, have you?”
My heart skipped a few beats. “Told her what?”
“Tsk Tsk. Really? After how many years you two have been together and you STILL haven’t even told the girl you love her?”
My face was heating up. “I will, when the times right … ok?”
“All I know is Jessica,” she got off my back and steadied herself of the step before taking my suitcase from me. “You had better tell the girl soon. If you let her go, you’re going to regret it.” She began to walk up the steps and looked down at me from the top. “Two people who are so in love with each other really should tell each other you know. You really are dense with this stuff aren’t you? How you’re the older sister is beyond me.”
“HEY!” I would have yelled at her if she didn’t trot away so fast. But it was true. After all this time I still hadn’t been open with Tiffany. Even my little sister knew I was too cowardly to spill my real feelings. Tiffany, I promise I will tell you. And when I do, I hope you’ll feel the same way. I won’t let anything come between us. You will be mine. I promise.
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Sorry I haven't been as productive with this as I wanted to be this week. But considering its a longer chapter is makes up for that right? So lots of detail and I'm really liking it right now. Next chapter, will Taeyeon still be able to conseal that collar of hers? Cause I mean COME ON Tffany is bound to find out eventually right?? DUN DUN DUN! And Jess, you say that Tiffany will be yours? You need to realize your not the only one in the equasion! DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_O!!!! So I am working on Chapter 7 but I will be very busy this week so I'm not sure exactly when my next post will be. Usually there every week but not too sure about that a.t.m. Dont worry though I am for sure going to update ^^ ... Hope you enjoyed this chapter and await the next one!~