The Weight

June 24, 2014 in rahmyun, Shots by rahmyun

A/N: another prompt. This one’s based on the song The Weight by Gabe Bondoc (side note: if people want me to continue this shot, you’ll have to comment or let me know because I have no intention of writing further as of right now.)



“Taeyeon! Hello? Taeeeee-yeonnnnn~. …Yah, shortie!”

“I’m not short!” Taeyeon automatically retorted, then blushed as she realized she had been staring. She snatched Tiffany’s hand out of the air in front of her face, unable to repress the slight shiver that always ran through her when they touched. It skipped between her fingers, shimmied into her palm, and raced up her arm to her heart.

She let go of Tiffany as soon as she could remember to breathe.

“I’m not short,” Taeyeon repeated, grasping for the thread of their conversation. “And even if I were, you’re not that much taller than me, so you’d be short too!”

Rolling her eyes, Tiffany teased back, “So what? At least I wear heels to make up for my height, unlike you, you ahjumma.”

Taeyeon leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “I like comfort, okay? I don’t believe in ruining your feet unless it’s for a good reason.”

“Well, I think looking your best is a good enough reason,” Tiffany shot back, dropping her grin into a thin line.

Taeyeon sighed. “It is,” she conceded. “I just…” She paused, searching for the right words as she brought her eyes up to meet Tiffany’s. I just don’t like the way everyone looks at you when you’re looking your best.

Shaking her head, she continued, “I just don’t want you to be unhappy and suffering later when you’re not as healthy as you could be.”

Tiffany’s eyes softened, and she leaned forward to place a hand on Taeyeon’s arm. “Thank you for always caring about me, Taeyeon-ah. It means a lot, you know.”

The feel of Tiffany’s skin on hers was intoxicating, and Taeyeon could not muster the energy to pull away. Somehow, her foggy brain managed to form words as she replied, “And you know I always will, right?”

A smile from Tiffany took her breath away. She barely heard Tiffany push back her chair as she stood to lean over and wrap her arms around her. All she knew was that she was lost.

And she didn’t mind at all.

When they pulled apart, she caught Tiffany’s eyes looking into her own. There was something there, something in those eyes that she couldn’t quite catch even though she knew Tiffany better than she knew herself and had for years; in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t understand Tiffany…

Though, on second thought, she could. It was at moments like this, Taeyeon recalled. Moments where time seemed suspended between them, caught in their breaths as they exhaled together, and the strange simplicity of it all somehow entangled them.

It was at moments like this when Tiffany would look at Taeyeon with that look in her eyes, that look that she couldn’t figure out even though she could tell from a glance how Tiffany was feeling.

“What is it?” Taeyeon asked when she finally dared to speak.

She felt the jolt traveling through Tiffany’s body as her words startled her to life.

“I…oh, I’m sorry!” Blushing, Tiffany stepped back and sank into her chair. “It…it’s nothing. It’s nothing,” she repeated.

Taeyeon raised an eyebrow. “You sure it’s nothing that I can help with?”

For a second, Tiffany stared at her. For a second, it seemed as if Tiffany was on the verge of surrendering. For a second, Taeyeon thought she could see fear and hope and desperation in those unblinking eyes.

Then Tiffany dropped her gaze, and Taeyeon had to dig her fingers into her own arm to stop herself from leaping out of her seat and giving her best friend the warmest hug imaginable.

Instead, she settled for words. “I’m always going to be here for you, you know. No matter what.”

“…even if it changes our friendship forever?” Tiffany whispered, so quiet that Taeyeon wasn’t sure if she had heard correctly.

There were a million things she could think of that fit that description, each one more terrifying than the last.

“…who is he?” Taeyeon managed to choke out at last, averting her eyes as her fingers clenched the hem of her shirt.

“I…what? He?” The dumbfounded tone in Tiffany’s voice pulled Taeyeon’s chin up, and they stared at each other.

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked, confused. “Are you moving then? Wait, don’t tell me you have cancer or something!”

“Woah, calm down, Taeyeon,” said Tiffany, a small smile tilting the corners of her lips. “Act like your name, okay?” she joked, and Taeyeon just rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’m calm.” She took a deep breath, bracing herself.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m not moving, and no, I do not have cancer or anything like that,” Tiffany began. “But…I…do have someone I’m interested in, and I’m not sure if that person is interested in me too.”

Taeyeon snorted. “I’m sorry, but if that person doesn’t see how beautiful, kind, and caring you are, then he doesn’t deserve you. Seriously, anyone would be blessed to have you as their girlfriend because you’re amazing.”

“You really believe that?” Tiffany asked, eyes wide.

“Of course I do.” Taeyeon leaned forward to place her hand on top of Tiffany’s, focusing on her words. “I’ve known you for years, Fany-ah. And yes, maybe I am a little biased, but believe me when I say that whoever you end up with is very, very lucky.”

“…what if I tell you that it’s a girl?”

Hope lifted Taeyeon’s heart before she could shove it down. Composing herself, she squeezed Tiffany’s hand and replied, “You love who you love. If she makes you happy, then I see nothing wrong with it.”

She saw Tiffany’s shoulders relax with relief and decided to lighten the mood. “So who is this girl, Fany?” she asked in a teasing tone. “You know that as your best friend, I have to approve of her before you start dating, right?”

Tiffany laughed, her eyes sparkling with secrets. “Oh, you’ve already met her, but one day I’ll introduce you two formally.”

“Okay, but promise we will still get to spend time together, because girl or no girl, I’m still your best friend,” Taeyeon stated.

“I promise,” replied Tiffany, a twinkle bright in her eyes.