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19 May 2018 @ 12:01 am
In Good Taste [Part Four]  
Title: In Good Taste [Part Four]

Pairing(s): YulTi

Rating/Genre: PG-13 + Language; Coming Out, Girl-Meets-Girl

Disclaimer: I don’t own Soshi. I don’t own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.

Warning(s): None come to mind.

Author’s Notes: We’re in Tiffany’s head for this chapter! It’s been rainy all week in NYC, but it provides a nice editing (and napping) mood.



Tiffany couldn’t have been more beguiled by Kwon Yuri if she tried. Because the noodle shop Yuri chose—somewhat larger than a one-car garage, yet accommodating more seats that legally relegated—had no candlelight. Not a maître d’ nor a sommelier in sight. Gusts of steam detailed the visible kitchen in hissed intervals. The packed, cramped space made her and the patron at her left’s elbows quite acquainted. Heat from the kitchen raised the shop’s temperature, compelling her her to discard the adorably light jacket she borrowed from Yoona (unbeknownst to Yoona, who hadn’t warmed to the idea of Yuri being a regular character in Tiffany’s life). Kwon Yuri didn’t shower Tiffany with luxuries on their second date. And it was unpretentious, romantic.

“It’s so lively here,” Tiffany shouted over a raucous group of grannies toasting to a birthday. “Is it a favorite of yours?”

Yuri put extra effort into her hair this evening, curled slightly and swept in a gentle wave. Grinning, she nodded and carefully tucked into her creamy ramyun. Clearly, she’d been ashamed of their meeting spot, citing a dip in money before even saying ‘hello.’ “Yeah, come by when I can. It’s kinda out of the way for me.”

“Well, it’s incredible,” Tiffany chewed another mouthful to prove her case. Honestly, sharing this corner of the bar, wedged into one another, stripped her of an appetite.

Yuri pointed to Tiffany’s bowl of seasoned redness. “Are you a huge fan of spice?”

“That I am.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

Tiffany grinned as wide as she knew how, pushing already touching arms. “Everyone needs some spice in their lives.”

She blushed, laughing. “I can’t stomach too much.”

God, was Yuri precious. Ignoring her hard heartbeats adding to the overall noise, Tiffany leaned in to whisper, “So, if I kissed you there—” The end of her chopstick dabbed Yuri’s bottom lip, “would you burst into flames?”

Tiffany went back to pretending to eat as Yuri giggled into both hands, probably on the brink of combustion. But, she loved teasing this one. Her actions weren’t coached by years of fake mannerisms and grooming. Which was sexy. “Tell me more about your day.”

Yuri coughed, sheepish at the topic. This seemed to be a theme. “We threw a surprise party for a coworker. She’s three months pregnant. Our manager ordered a shit-ton of food, meaning free lunch for days.”

“Do you want children?”

“Yeah.” Something about the sad stir of Yuri’s spoon affected the mood. “I doubt I’d be a suitable parent, though.”

Tiffany pouted. “Why not?”

“I’d…I’d like to provide for my child, you know? Can’t do that on a retail associate salary.”

“Your coworker is.”

“She and her husband make a great team. I believe in them.”

Grinning softly, Tiffany intoned, “It’s not economical, but I’d be thrilled to have at least three.”

Yuri’s jaw dropped. “At least?!”

“It’s an inkling. While shopping, I sometimes take a detour through the children’s section and pick out onesies or a little hat with frog eyes on top. It’s become a compulsion.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just dress babies?”

Tiffany cackled and bumped Yuri’s shoulder, heart hiccupping at the contact. “Our generation’s cynicism about childbearing’s missed me. When I see kids, I…” She smiled shyly at her lap. “The domestic side of my future excites me. A devoted partner, homeowning, pregnancy or adoption. I swear I have all this love spilling over and it’s meant for a child.”

“Or three?”

“Or three.”

Nodding, Yuri scooped up some broth. “I see.”

“Am I scaring you off?”


“Thank god.”

“This could go unsaid, but,” Yuri met Tiffany’s gaze, looking both enamoured and vulnerable. Dark brown eyes deep enough to fall into. “you’d make a beautiful mother.”

Jesus, she needed to kiss her. “You’d make a beautiful anything.”


Electric spell broken, they turned around to a tall, gawky woman. Wobbling her hands within hoodie pockets, pipe cleaner legs crossed in a teeter-totter stance. On instinct, Tiffany smiled. Yuri smiled, too, but it came off unhinged—terrified.

“Sowon, hey,” Yuri muttered, bowing.

“I missed the Craftie’s baby party! I miss everything,” she whined, whipping around a pretty head. “Are there leftovers? I don’t feel like bringing lunch tomorrow.”

“Bet on it. They’re taking up ninety percent of the fridge.”

“Hella!” Sowon pumped her fist, upping her awkwardness. She angled towards Tiffany, blushing furiously. “Yuri unnie, you and your friends are too glamourous.”

Ah, so she didn’t catch them mooning over each other. Tiffany fought the urge to place a proud, flirty hand on Yuri’s knee. “With your proportions, you could rule the world. Do you two work together?”

Sowon glanced to either side as if searching for a chair to make herself comfortable. “Mmhm. I owe unnie for getting me the job.”

“Is that right?” Tiffany shot an approving grin at Yuri. Unfortunately, her date had gone from pale to ghostly.

Oblivious, Sowon resumed. “I’m cousins with Taekwoon’s best friend’s girlfriend and I’m strapped for cash, so Yuri put in a good word for me.”


“I remember his Facebook post of the vintage desk he bought you,” she gushed, shaking like a terrier. “He must be crazy strong to carry it up three flights.”

“Um,” Yuri folded her arms, eyeing the floor. “I helped him.”

A waiter lugging five bowls of ramyun on a platter swung in from the kitchen, heading to a table of girls close to Sowon’s age. She licked her lips after him. “That’s my cue. See ya in the AM, unnie!”

“Enjoy your meal.”

Two minutes. Two minutes of silence (amongst the noise) tolled by, second by wretched second. As they remained in their positions, sitting away from their dinner, waiting for the other to speak first.

Tiffany didn’t have the patience. “You live with this Taekwoon?”

Yuri whimpered. It’d be endearing if Tiffany’s blood wasn’t boiling. “Yeah, I do.”

“Is he…your brother?”


“An affectionate cousin?”



“Not at all.”

“Yuri,” she closed her eyes, praying to the bisexual gods, “are you gay?”

“I’m…I’m trying to figure that out.”

“Are you in an open relationship?”

Yuri’s arms clasped onto each other, denting skin. “No, we’re monogamous.”

“Then, what is this?” Tiffany gestured between them with a pointer finger. “Am I your experiment? B-because I can’t be the reason you make your little boyfriend jealous.”

“It’s not like that, at all.”

She rose from her seat, stuffing her arms through Yoona’s jacket sleeves. “Amazing.”

“Please, I was going to—”

“Tell me!?” she gritted out, unwilling to cause a scene. “When? After I start feeling…”

Dark circles had formed under Yuri’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Tiffany frantically rifled through her tote, counting out her share of the bill. “I thought you’d be different. I, I thought this could’ve gone somewhere.”

Tiffany took in the effects of that statement on Yuri—a trembling lip, slumping posture—irrationally pissed at herself for distressing this sweet, bashful woman.

“It can. It just—”

“No,” Tiffany interrupted eyes tearing of resentment. Damn, her luck with women was shit. “It can’t. I don’t date straight girls.”

With that, she left.

Tiffany Hwang had excellent credit. She enjoyed junk food in decent moderation. Her friends, without irony, described her as ‘intuitive’ and ‘emotionally available.’ Every month, she donated to local charity drives. She let dogs shyly sniff her hand before going in for the ear scratch.

Damnit, she had a 401k!

Alas, how did she get here? How did she wind up moping on Hyoyeon’s uncomfortable leather couch, sipping a weak screwdriver?

Had the fates erred on her side, Tiffany would still be out with Yuri. Possibly holding hands. Definitely giggling at one of a thousand stories they didn’t know of one another.

“A fresh new failure, huh?” Yoona asked, pouring herself a not-weak helping of vodka. “What’d she do?”

Hyoyeon hovered. Appraising with her head tipped to the side. “Or rather, how’d you break your own heart this time?”

Tiffany sighed into her glass. “And that means?”

Her friends exchanged smirks before Hyoyeon explained, “No offense, lady, but your heart’s too open too soon. Remember Taeyeon?”

“Ugh, stop,” Tiffany launched herself backwards into the hard seat. “Say that name three times fast and you’ll hear her missing soul wailing through every bank in Seoul.”

“Kim Taeyeon’s one twirling mustache away from a villain and yet, you two were sucking face twenty minutes into your first date.”


And she dumped you after two of the most—and I quote—‘mentally and spiritually depraved’ months of your life.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes at herself. She’d been such a lovesick knob. “Her…her agreeable moments made the hard times worth it?”

“Translation: Taeyeon’s a vajayjay whisperer.” Yoona shoulder nudged her, grinning. “Hot sex does not a girlfriend make.”

“I succumbed to a physical relationship. Sue me.”

“She was a human leech in Dior, babe.”

“Multiple orgasms every time.”

“Shut up. Every time?!”

“We’re derailing here,” Hyoyeon broke through a memory lane that’d lead them all downhill. “Taeyeon was bad for you because that’s not you. You have available feelings and shit. And being someone’s sex slave wouldn’t pay for all that damn therapy you’d need if the relationship lasted any longer.”

Yoona loudly swallowed a gulp of her drink, grimacing. “Can I just save you the time to say Yuri’s a disaster waiting to happen?”

“And you know that how?” Tiffany nibbled her straw, prepared for a snooty answer.

Thus, she delivered. “This woman works at that crafting place which screams ‘fast food dates forever,’ unless you foot each bill. She’s obviously an obtuse, awkward dweeb with a knock-off purse.”

Hyoyeon sneered at Yoona’s attitude, but she stayed on track for her interrogation. “Does she know you have money?”

Tiffany pieced long, lightened strands behind her ear, mumbling, “I may have told her I co-own THY.”


“Smug isn’t cute on you, Hyo.”

“When women find out you’re as financially stable as you are, they change.”


“The demons of dating past! There was,” Hyoyeon counted on her manicured fingertips, “Taeyeon the emotional vampire, Sunkyu the manipulator, Dasom the serial-cheater, Sunmi the identity thief, that fucking Jung Sooyeon you met in Prague who stole your handbag—”

“Not the things in my handbag. Just the handbag. It was limited edition.”

“How many of those snakes did you fall for?”

“My memories refreshed, okay?” Tiffany wiped at her cheeks, hoping tears illustrated her shame enough. “I thought I loved them all. And…and I can’t afford to let it happen again.”

Yoona’s long fingers fanned onto Tiffany’s legs, squeezing. “You’re a romantic, Fany. It’s a part of your DNA.”

“Please don’t say that. Then, it feels inevitable I’ll be scarred by every woman I bring home.” She accepted a tissue from Hyoyeon’s outstretched hand. “I thought Yuri would break the trend. She’s humble and considerate, unassuming. The kind of sexy where the woman’s not aware of how hot she is and reacts to the faintest hint of flirting. I doubt she even knew how to break me so early.”

“Then, what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s straight.”

The room froze for approximately fifteen seconds. Tiffany kept the boyfriend detail to herself. No telling why she did, but a small part of her cared to protect Yuri’s image, despite the recent news.

Hyoyeon shrugged as if it were a non-issue. “You gold stars are all the same.”

“Oh, shut up,” Yoona knocked back. “Closet cases are a total pain in the ass. Fany deserves a girlfriend who at least knows who she wants to fuck.”

“Bi and pansexual lovers exist,” she countered, flipping the blonde from her offended frown. “Queer people don’t all operate on the same timeline. What if Fany’s her gateway into the gay world?”

“Who’s the romantic now?”

“A gateway is not romantic,” Tiffany mentally played back how Yuri stared at her lips, how her body language defined mutual attraction. “She’s into me.”

Hyoyeon toppled onto the couch with them. The stiff cushions barely bent. “Has she contacted you since?”

Only a few hours had passed and already twelve text messages blinked under Kwon Yuri’s name. Tiffany avoided them, turning off her notification vibes. “She’s apologizing.”

“Really.” Hyoyeon spaced out, holding the glass in her hand as if it should’ve been a smoking pipe. “You should hear her out.”

Tiffany and Yoona’s necks almost broke to glare at her. Yoona snapped, “Okay, now I know you’ve lost it!”

“I was like Yuri once,” she muttered, watching what was probably her sexually-confused self in the swirl of her alcohol. “On the shitty side of retail, unsure of my future and these, you know, urges. If someone wiser, keen in her lesbian ways gave me closure, I would’ve grown up without so many hang-ups.”

“It’s not Fany’s responsibility to guide her to pussy, Hyo.”

“Yuri’s not out to get you like your exes,” Hyoyeon pressed. “You met her at a club. She had no idea—”

“Exactly, the club!” Yoona shuddered in disgust. “Fany played nurse for Yuri, which was, in a single word: sickening. If anything, the girl’s an all-around mess.”

Had they known Yuri’s taken status, the point would’ve been in Yoona’s goal. But, Tiffany knew her own chemistry. She wasn’t fond of shutting people off without considering their perspective, even if it spelled danger on her own part.

Mutely showing whose side she chose, Tiffany scrolled through Yuri’s messages, giving them a thorough read.

Yoona’s voice lowered to a tremble. “She’s going to hurt you.”

Shooting off a response text, Tiffany agreed. “Let’s get it over with, then.”

Tiffany: I’m mad, but I’ll talk to u. Lunch on Monday?

Yuri answered seconds later.

Yuri: yes pls.

Tiffany: Meet me at my job at 1.

Yuri: anything you say. Sorry again.

Tiffany: Good night.


Monday rolled around in record time. As much as Tiffany wanted to savor the hours until they’d meet again, higher site traffic and a brand-new line of garments led her straight to this moment. Standing outside THY’s front door (angry or not, she wouldn’t subject Yuri to Sinbi’s abuse again), fighting the conscience character on her shoulder telling her fluff her hair into an intentionally-effortless look.

The fight didn’t last long, though. For, she’d just finished dancing fingers through when her not-date lunch date arrived.

“Hey, you look nice,” Yuri mumbled to the sidewalk.

Tiffany’s heart beat some sappy tune and she contemplated punching herself in the ribs. Yuri’s black hair shimmered like an advertisement, loose and tousled. And she likely exhausted no conscious effort into it. “Where’s your uniform?”

Because the drabness of a Craftie’s Warehouse uniform would’ve helped. Before her, Yuri stood in a faux suede skirt, a simple striped top, and a jacket thrown over. Super charming and casual. Which sucked because Tiffany had gone for casual, too, in a patterned wrap dress. Fuck, they were the stock image of a cutesy femme couple.

Yuri patted the backpack hanging off her shoulder. “I’ll change when I get to work.”

Tiffany spun deftly on her heel for their restaurant, immediately regretting the flash of disappointment on the other woman’s face. In foolish haste to appease Yuri, she offered, “I like your regular clothes.”

“Uh, you do?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

They walked a block before Yuri replied, “I don’t own a lot of new clothes. I’m either working or attending something nonfancy, so I don’t see the point.”

Shit. Laying on the self-pity thick. Tiffany changed the subject despite her instincts to uplift her. “The place isn’t far.”

“What are we having?”

“American food.”

“Like what, vegan burgers and tater tots?”

“Ha,” she caught Yuri’s eye, smirking. “Is that all you think we eat over there?”

Yuri stroked her chin in a mock-thinking pose. “Yep. And peanut butter and jelly milkshakes to wash down all the Capitalism.”

“How dare,” Tiffany playfully poked Yuri in the cheek, ignoring how smooth it felt. “I hadn’t encountered your roast-my-country-of-origin side.”

“It’s the please-forgive-me-and-think-I’m-funny side.”

Ugh, that worked on Tiffany, too. Nearly everything about Yuri worked on her. “You’re funny. Quit stressing.”

They lingered on that until they stepped into the breezy, yet intimate lunch venue. For the cloudless, sunny weather, all the windows were opened for bright, natural light. A girl carrying two soups nodded for them to sit anywhere, so they chose a cozy section in a corner booth.

“I actually don’t eat out often,” Yuri mused as she sipped the complimentary water.

A dirty joke lay in that sentence. Tiffany dismissed it as low-hanging fruit. “Am I spoiling you?”

“Yes, kinda.”

They grinned pearly whites, understanding it as a jest.

Like last time, Tiffany confiscated Yuri’s menu. “May I order again?”

“Sure. You didn’t fail me last time.”

The service here, as she’d experienced, was quick, so she pointed to an item out of Yuri’s sight and asked for two. Once the server ducked out, Yuri continued apologizing.

“It’s no excuse b-but, I’m very confused and needed to…to experience women. Um, woman. You. It wasn’t fair to you and I’m sorry. A billion times sorry. I’m painfully ashamed and surprised you even agreed to see me again.”

“I thought I’d lend you my ears. In spite of circumstances, you’re fun to be around.”

“I like you, Tiffany. So much.”

Stupidly, goosebumps prickled every inch of Tiffany’s skin and she swore her blood pressure rocketed. This straight girl, sitting across from her, ripping her straw paper into bits that’d eventually blow all over the floor, turned out to be the heartbreaker she’d joked about. “It…it doesn’t matter, though, does it?”

Yuri flayed off her jacket, frowning. “It makes a difference to me.”

As a lesbian gateway. Tiffany sighed through her nose, searching Yuri’s face for a lie and loving the delicate tone of her arms.

In her own world, Yuri moved her ripping assault to the edge of a paper napkin. Switching gears to ask, “Did you major in fashion?”

“Yeah, my art and design school has a stellar program. I…” The words slipped out without prior thought, “I always worked, having to make up for what my scholarship didn’t cover.”

Yuri hesitated in an audible hick. She probably expected her to be a trust fund baby or something.

Tiffany laid a napkin onto her lap. “How about you?”

“Oh.” Color rose on her cheeks and neck, tentative smile withstanding. “I had to drop out two years in. My parents’ health problems escalated around the same time, so I moved in with them as caretaker, taking part-time jobs along the way. Eventually, my grades suffered, and priorities changed and…that’s life.” Yuri pushed the paper shreds into a little pile with gentle fingers. “My parents feel guilty about it, but they admit me chipping in with the bills prevented some major troubles.”

“That’s so fucking commendable, Yuri.” She leaned closer on her elbows, eyes soft. “You have a beautiful heart.”

“Here you go,” the server (not tuned into the gay energy) chirped, dishing out both plates. “Two chicken salad sandwiches.”

Tiffany didn’t even look at her own. She enjoyed Yuri’s eyes light up at the mixture of shredded chicken meat and artisan fixings sandwiched between two halves of a toasted croissant.

“Holy crap, there are pieces of grapes in this,” Yuri crooned in a thick bite. “You really do spoil me.”

“Oh, well, I couldn’t help myself.” She waved at her own flushed cheeks. Yuri scarfed her meal without putting on airs—elbows on the table’s edge and eyes bulged as if the whole concept of food enraptured her. Silently smitten, Tiffany could hardly concentrate on her rapidly depleting hunger. “Consider it a sneak peek into what I’m like as a girlfriend.”

Without skipping a beat, she responded, “You’re girlfriend goals, aren’t you?”

“No, I just love sharing dining experiences with someone special.”

“All the time?”

“All the time.”

“Hm. So, dating you is exactly like this.”

“More or less.” Tiffany kept her next statement calm after taking a tiny, noncommittal sip of water. “A glaring omission is all the sex we’d have afterwards.”

Per expected, the poor woman nearly choked on her food. Yuri struggled through a few hearty coughs that attracted enough curious stares to turn her tan cheeks crimson. Gaining her breath, she fake-glared at Tiffany munching on a fleck of croissant. “You did that on purpose.”

“As you’ve told me,” Tiffany regrouped to the work topic again with gentle ease, “you’ve been ‘Employee of the Month’ multiple times. You’re diligent, smart, more-than-likely organized. You’d be an expert on their supply by now. Have you gone for any managerial titles?”

Yuri chewed slower. Her glare dimmed to sadness. Or shyness? “C’mon. I’m not proactive. Like, at all.”

“Has it ever crossed your mind?”

“Often. For…for about a year.”

Tiffany finished a mouthful, shaking her head in a way that routinely irked Yoona. Her ‘disappointed parent’ head shake. “Take it from me. No business set on generating revenue will offer the position if you already perform the same roles for free. Keep an eye out for listings. Push yourself outside your comfort zone.”

“Do you owe your success to that?”

“Um, partially.”

“The gay club…” Flashbacks of Yuri in the bathroom, mascara teared over, suspiciously eyeing that old candy cane plastered a smile onto Tiffany’s face. “was my version of shaking up my boring life. S-so is sitting here. Spending time with you.”

“I can’t push you towards self-acceptance, Yuri.”

She tidied around her lips for crumbs, even when she didn’t need to. “I know this seems like a lose/lose situation for you. What with your stability on all fronts and my um…my…”

Tiffany bit the bullet and asked, “What’s your boyfriend like?”

If Yuri looked sad before, she’d presently fall under ‘devastated.’ Brows so dark, so obviously self-groomed, sinking downward. “Taekwoon’s a technophile. Games often. Athletic. Uh, faithful.”

“He treats you well.”

“He does.”

“And…” She cringed, wondering why she’d become a glutton for heartbreak. “you sleep in the same bed? Your sex life is good, possibly?”

Yuri shook her head emphatically. “No, sex with him gives me literal nausea. I hate it.”

Tiffany sighed in bittersweet relief. “I’d presume your taste in men to not suck, so why hurt him this way?”

That cracked a devastated woman into a weeping one. Yuri pressed a napkin over her eyes, held in place by both hands.

It attracted, pulled Tiffany to hurry to her side, to soothe her. Apparently, nobody else had been supplying this sort of straight (or not-straight) talk. If she’d be Yuri’s gateway, she’d fire on all cylinders. “If him touching you,” She bristled at that, “doesn’t excite or pleasure you, reevaluate your relationship first. Then you’re allowed show up at gay clubs, luring unsuspecting ladies like myself to fall for your attractive, ladylike wiles.”

“Oh, god.” Yuri’s gaze rose to Tiffany. “My wiles are underdeveloped.”

“Your wiles make me weak.”

Their server chose the following lull to gather their plates, boxing up Tiffany’s sandwich to-go, and settling a printed bill in the center of the table. Tiffany waved for Yuri to not hunt through her bag for cash. It didn’t matter. This would be their last lunch together, no?

And, emotionally available or not, this conversation drained Tiffany. She’d become too vulnerable, bound to shatter once she escaped to the private confines of her office. Yes, there would be much crying tonight. Might as well give herself a head start.

“What if I broke up with him?”

The pen in her hand stilled midway into a signature. Dolefully, Tiffany admitted, “I’m a biased party. You shouldn’t ask me.”

“I don’t feel like I belong with him, Tiffany. Through all the laughs and disagreements, triumphs, tests, he and I should enhance each other. Then, after moving in with him…being intimate with him…I’m only reminded I don’t know parts of myself at all. Or, the whole of me. The whole of me that’d want someone like you.”

Tiffany reviewed her friends’ scolding from last week. She needed to cage in her weaknesses, wall herself off from the drama.

But, her heart—as problematic as ever— prevailed. “Leave him.”


“Don’t live this fucking lie anymore. You’ll feel alone at first, then you won’t. Do it for yourself.”

Yuri blinked in thought for a solid five seconds, then winced as though a monkey wrench had been thrown into the plan. “I…can’t come out so soon. I’ll need more time.”

“The ‘right time’ to come out is a myth, Yuri.”

“But, it’s not practical. I’m at Craftie’s and my hours are unpredictable—”

“What?” Tiffany cut off. “Why does your job make a difference?”

“Taekwoon pays three quarters of our apartment’s rent. To live in the same metro area on my own, so close to my job, it’d bankrupt me over. Maybe I could start drifting away after saving more. T-to be viable for the market?”

It was here.

Here, this very moment. That marked when Tiffany saw red.

“That…” She scoffed, teeth bared in a mocking grin. “That is so fucking…”

Down, girl. Tiffany breathed in deeply through her nose, out through her mouth.

Still saw red.

“This boyfriend. Taekwoon, the man who’s in love with you, should not—cannot— be reduced to a paycheck, Yuri. It’s so disrespectful and frankly, cowardly. Your sexuality isn’t contingent on a few more bus stops from Craftie’s Warehouse.” Her voice crawled deeper, almost to a hiss. “He’s a person. He’s not your piggybank to joylessly fuck to keep a roof over your closeted little head. Don’t do that to people. We’re not sentient bank accounts. Don’t exploit us because you’re hot and you don’t mean to hurt others when you still fucking do, Yuri. You still do.”

Tears returned to Yuri’s eyes, unabated by a napkin this time. “You misunderstand—”

“Lunch is paid. I’m going now.”

“I’m done, too.”

“No, don’t walk with me.” Tiffany stood to full height and gulped back the rainfall that’d hit her eyes. Hopefully she’d last until she was alone. “I have a history of being used, Yuri. I…I can’t be around you or I’ll make the same mistakes.”

Yuri slid forward as if she’d bolt out, but stayed seated. “I’m sorry again. What I said came out wrong.”

“If you say so.”

“I guess…” Her smile was defeated. “I ruined this date, too. My habit.”

Tiffany threw her eyes to the ceiling, and muttered, more pissed off than she’d bargained, “Save it. You’re not my date and you’re not really my friend, either. You’re just…baggage. Lose my number.”

She’d shell herself off, that’s for sure. For the rest of the day. Left with shipment invoices, pages of unread emails,

and these stupid, self-sabotaging feelings.

[A/N]Look! Gorgeous gifs of Yuri to distract y’all from the angst, hehe. Any thoughts on YulTi’s date?

stolen from girls-generation

Current Mood: artisticartistic
Current Music: TAEMIN (태민)- Thirsty
wondertae13wondertae13 on May 19th, 2018 05:10 am (UTC)
Aaaaaa the harshness... oh that ended so coldly just when I thought Yuri could manage not to mess it up completely 🙈
I love love Tiffany thank you for her mind~ She’s so real,. how does she go from soft to icy in a second ihh a background of getting hurt... and the friends time with Yoona and Hyo was so much fun to read because what’s with Yoona hahahahaha
So thank you thank you I’m loving this <33 feels
checkinyourbra: yoona03checkinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 07:39 am (UTC)
WonderTaaaeeee. Haaaayyyy

Yuri has a knack for getting the worst out of a sweet person like Tiffany. Tsk, tsk.

"I love love Tiffany thank you for her mind~ She’s so rea;"-- You know, I love her, too. She really is gf goals.

What's with Yoona?! hahahhah that's a real laugh from me. Isn't she something??

Thanks you for the love, thank you for the feels~~~ <33
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on May 19th, 2018 06:32 am (UTC)
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on May 30th, 2018 02:18 pm (UTC)
YASS GURL I AM READY FOR THE DRAMAZ. Also, super excited for Tiffany's perspective, but I can tell shit is gonna get REAL

Those kind of eating establishments are honestly the best kind though, I'm such a basic bitch

When Tiffany mentions kids, I get Greener Grass flashbacks and her mama Fany antics...dammit now I wanna re-read....for like the 9th time....

Ohhhhhh shitshitshitshit mentions of Taek SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I CAN FEEL IT, IM NOT READY


I have no idea what a 401k is, i'll just add it to the things I need to google






....wow sorry I need to calm down, too much sugar *breaths*

Gah Yuri's charm, Tiffany's whipped ass, this cuteness----my heart can't take it!


Argh this was amazing (as always), I'm super duper into this (but i am with everything you write because, let's admit it, you're amazing at what you do). I'm very much excited for the next installment! Catch ya on the flipside gurl <3
checkinyourbra: Seotae01checkinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 07:50 am (UTC)


2. I SEE A LOT OF CAPS IN YOUR COMMENT ALREADY. Let me prepare myself for an onslaught of gay feelings.

Glad you’re excited about Tiffany’s perspective, cus you’ll be getting it more throughout the story. Even next chapter, if I may say so (spoiler!).

Hahahahah omg @ you calling yourself basic. You’re so cute.

YESSSSS. YOU AND ANOTHER PERSON POINTED OUT THE GREENER GRASS REF. Three kids was chosen with a purpose~~~ I still can’t get over her and the Things. Yes, reread for the 9th time because 9 is a ~magic number. :’)

YOU ASK FOR THE DRAMZ THEN SAY YOU’RE NOT READY WHEN IT HAPPENS. *taps fingers like villain* Wonnnnnderful.

Ah, yes 401ks. Idk how those things work country to country. But, I have one, if you wish to be impressed with me. :33 I feel like I’m always gettin you to google things. haha

I’D WEAR THAT SHIRT, TOO. I’d flip out if they were made for real. Your new wardrobe would be so gay, you’d be no mystery for surrounding lesbians. //wink wink

A reunion of evil exes!!!!!……I’d read that.

“A gay newwww wooooorrrrrllllddddddd~~~~~~” Beautiful.

DUDE. AM I WRITING YOUR STORY????? Um, um that means your Tiffany could be right around the corner?????

I had wine tonight, so I’m chill and handling your sugar high well.

“Gah Yuri's charm, Tiffany's whipped ass, this cuteness”— :3333


Yeeeeyyyy, you’ll see a new chappy in less than 24 hours. Thanks for loving this (and the rest of my stories, yay!).
fortytwodegrees: pic#124275956fortytwodegrees on May 21st, 2018 02:46 am (UTC)
Oohuhu~ that was intense! Glad Tiffany called Yuri on her shit though. I can really empathize with Tiffany. I tend to be "emotionally available" to my own detriment, but I draw a hard line at hurting others, no matter their intentions. So let me say again that I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS TIFFANY!!!! Hardworking, soft, ambitious, kind, nurturing, courageous, self-aware, all the things!!!! UrrrGghhhh!!! ...... 🚨🚑🚨 ....
Sorry, sorry. That just gushed out, unbidden.
(But I'll keep it just in case it's at all amusing to you lol 😂)

I snorted at that gold star comment and cackled over the demons of Tiffany's dating past. Taeyeon as a simultaneous vajayjay whisperer/emotional vampire sounds like one of those impossible "would you rather" hypotheticals 🤔

I'm really curious how Yuri thought this was gonna go. (She probably wasn't thinking all that much though, she's such a mess 😢) Can't wait to take a peek into her head 🤗

checkinyourbra: sooyoung02checkinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 08:03 am (UTC)
I was going for intense. ;) Like you, I think I fall under the “emotionally available” category, too. We really must protect ourselves because our hearts get all gooey and our brains go on hold.


Hardworking, soft, ambitious, kind, nurturing, courageous, self-aware, all the things!!!! UrrrGghhhh!!! ...... 🚨🚑🚨— YES TO ALL OF THIS. I love the emojis here. They really do go along with her character. Something’s so sexy about a woman who has it together, right? I LOVE THE GUSHING, NO WORRIES. And you used ‘unbidden’ here. Loveeee that word! :33

I’m quite amused. It’s hard to overspazz around me.

Hahaha the gold start comment! It’s fun writing different sides of the sexual fluidity argument for the friends getting together. And I won’t lie: writing the demons of dating past was HELLA FUN. I could write those for paragraphs upon paragraphs, but then that’d distract from the story and who wants that? Omg a would you rather with the evil Taeyeon who’s amazing in bed scenario. aflsjdlfdfd

Oh, Yuri wasn’t thinking at all. She’s too frazzled and focused on having Tiffany not be mad at her that everything just blew up in her face. We’ll see more of both her and Tiffany’s headspaces in the upcoming chapters. Woooo

hehehehehe thank youuuuuuu for reading <3333
sillysone: seohyunseoyoonyul on May 24th, 2018 12:39 am (UTC)
Whoa, didn't expect to read from Tiffany's view and for her to know Yuri's reality this soon.
Knowing bits of her past and knowing how she was, she had every right to feel mad at Yuri, but it also hurt her. A lot.
Again, we can't control growing feelings, so even if she had always felt for people too fast, she just can't help it. She felt it, then she felt it.
Well, her actions were what matter, at some point she should've stopped herself, but I guess it's the kind where we'd go "Hey, maybe this won't be bad this time. It's a different person, different situation. I won't fall into the same hole." Yet it happened again, albeit it really was different. The feeling of being used, even though in not vile intention, really hurt. Or does it hurt more knowing the perosn didn't mean to hurt, but eventually still hurt her?

I understand how she would relate to Taekwoon. She wouldn't want someone was hurt the way she did, more over if she's involved, though kinda indirectly. She'd hate it. Thus the cold front.

However there's also that point of Yuri's action, though not the best point at all, that while she questioned herself, finding what, who, was right for her, then things 'failed' she wouldn't want to lose anything or anyone jn her life completely. There'd be someone there ready for her to always go back to.
It's selfish, she probably knew it too, but things were just complicated like that.
All her conditions in her life made her do safe things for herself, which is not wrong to be safe and moderate haha, but it quite hurt even in that safety she couldn't find absolute serenity within herself.

Anyway, Tiffany had her friends who understood and wouldn't be judgemental of her, but what about Yuri :(
There's Sooyoung, but Yuri must feel reluctant to tell all, even though she did tell about her questioning... But it turned to be this kind of mess... It'd take a huge courage, even if Sooyoung's an all-frank person, considering Yuri's personality.
Oh well, just hope she wouldn't be all alone in this :"
It feels like Yuri's a ticking bomb, just waiting for that moment to explode.
checkinyourbra: tiffany01checkinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 08:17 am (UTC)

It is I, Checks, serving you the unexpected! When I outlined this story, both their perspectives moved the story along best and I’m glad I chose to do that.

Omg I want to quote so much in your comment. This: “we can't control growing feelings, so even if she had always felt for people too fast, she just can't help it. She felt it, then she felt it.”

^^^THIS IS TIFFANY TO A T. She really can’t help her open heart~

I’ve mentioned this before, but Yuri is a character that I find the most difficult to write. But, I think something that works very well for a realistic portrayal of her is this unintentional method of hurting others. I can’t see her as a straight up-meanie for this, so being irresponsible badly affects others.

“Or does it hurt more knowing the person didn't mean to hurt, but eventually still hurt her?” — //exploding brain

Mmhmm. As miffed as Tiffany would be, she’s definitely relating to Taek when it comes to being used. She’s cold now, but we know her nature to like who she likes, too. She’ll have to reconcile this.

“There'd be someone there ready for her to always go back to.” — BIG YES. Complicated, yes. And after being in the safe haven of Taek’s relationship (and the needed moderation of the past), she has no idea how to press on with Tiffany without losing too much.

Yep, Yuri’s operating on her own, which also lends itself to why she makes these unwise decisions. She’s too ashamed to come out to Sooyoung (or herself, really), so here we are. Awwww, you care about Yuri. She’ll be okay……..I guess??? idk I’m just the writer.

tick, tick, tick~~~

Thanks for readinggggggggg ^^ <333

(Anonymous) on May 24th, 2018 01:16 pm (UTC)
Ahhhhhhh OUCH MY HEART!!! Damnit that was a hard chapter. Ugh just do it, Yuri!! Be with Tiffany - if you haven’t ruined it already :(
checkinyourbra: seohyun04checkinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 07:52 am (UTC)
Your heart can survive this, I promise! :DD

Hope this hard chapter was at least entertaining, haha. Things will lighten up...eventually. Yuri should just rip off the bandaid and accept these feelings, right?

Thanks for readinggggg <33
(Anonymous) on May 28th, 2018 06:46 am (UTC)
YAAAS!! 04
BRAAAAAA!! I'm late to the party again, but I'm here!!!! Also, re last chapter comment: YES!!!! I totally watch Killing Eve. I'm waiting for the latest ep to come online. Relief to hear that Pink Monster won't be murdering anyone this fic hahaha. Also, just read the notice about chap 5. No rush, Bra! Fo realsies. You do you! Hope this coming week will be calmer for you. Stressful weeks SUCKKKKKKKK SO MUCH.

Anyways, onto the fangirling!

Man, Yul talking about feeling too broke to be a good parent is super relatable. On a brighter note: LOL at Tiff wanting at least 3 kids. Made me think of Mama Hwang and her Things from GG.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!! YulTi!!!!! Dude, that stinks how Yul's relationship sitch was revealed to Tiff, but it's good that it's out between them -- Tiff has a 401K, dammit (lol I laughed so much at that line, awesome!). Also, loved the mentions of Tiff's ex-GFs "Taeyeon the emotional vampire, Sunkyu the manipulator, Dasom the serial-cheater, Sunmi the identity thief, that fucking Jung Sooyeon who stole your handbag" hahahaha! Oh man, poor lady...

And then that big YulTi blowout about Yul leaving Taek!!!!!! Y U DO THIS, BRA??? Y????????? ;P. Man, I hope they start working it out next chapter. I'm rooting for them. NGL, Tiff's "leave him" line made me swoon -- hell, she's swoontastic in general in this fic XD.

Thank you very much for the update! Looking forward to the next! Once again, no rush whatsoever on getting it out :). Til then I'll just have to fill the void with Westworld, Gravity Falls, and Killing Eve ;P.

checkinyourbra: hyoyeoncheckinyourbra on June 1st, 2018 08:27 am (UTC)
Re: YAAAS!! 04

You’re not too late to the party. There are still drinks and the music’s still blasting. Come on in~

omgomgomgomgomg the finale of Killing Eve. My mind went into so many directions, but on the off chance that you didn’t see it, I don’t wanna spoil you. So, I’ll move on. Thank youuuu for the well wishes. Unfortunately, this week is a harsh one, too. BUT, a new chapter is coming out. I don’t wish to stay away from this fic for too long.

Can you imagine if I randomly made Tiff’s character go axe murderer? yikesssss

“LOL at Tiff wanting at least 3 kids. Made me think of Mama Hwang and her Things from GG.” — YOU CAUGHT IT, TOO. FIFTY POINTS FOR YA.

I agree that it’s better to blow up in Yuri’s face now than it be long and drawn out deception. At least, on Tiffany’s part.

“Tiff has a 401K, dammit (lol I laughed so much at that line, awesome!)”— And this is why you’re so cool. You get me.

IMAGINING EVIL EXES IS SO FREAKING FUN. I had like, a high after coming up with those.


“Tiff's "leave him" line made me swoon”— Ayyyyyyyy ;D She really is swoon-worthy in this one. Confident lesbians, yum.

Per usual, I’m so happy to see you pop up on my notifs. The fic void shall be sooooon. Nice show selection, btw <333
8moons2stars8moons2stars on September 5th, 2018 06:02 pm (UTC)
Oh gosh
Everything is going bad
But it’s so goooooooood

I didn’t realize how horrible Yuri was for using her bf like that until Tiffany pointed it out. I guess I was blinded by the whole “omg self discovery u go gurl” thing she had going on. I am a fool. Thanks for the slap of reality, Fany. Lmao

Also heeeeeeeey at least my taeny ass gets a sweet minute of screen time XD