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Feelings That Work Better Than A Pill

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Taeyeon’s POV:

I walked towards the kitchen table, greeting the members in the process. As if on routine, I grabbed a plate and took the seat beside Tiffany.

“Morning” I greeted the eye-smiling girl, only to receive a cold shoulder in return. My smile faded as I released a sigh. Knowing her well, I couldn’t blame her. I tried thinking of a way to approach the topic without making the situation worse.

“Mad that I drank some of your Red Bull?” I joked to try to ease up the girl beside me.

“Stupid. Why are you joking around?” She said it in a flat tone, but the crack in her smile didn't leave unnoticed.

“ Well... what am I supposed to do when you’re mad at me?” I folded my arms in front of me and raised a brow to the sulking girl.

“ Instead of making a joke, you could admit you were in the wrong, plead for forgiveness, or something along those lines.”

Back no longer facing me, she looked at me. Her eyes reflected a slight hint of anger, but her face said otherwise as it was soft... comforting in a way that I felt a wave of guilt hit me. Brushing those thoughts away, I persisted with a light mood.

“ You’re aware you’re not going to get any of those from me, aren't you? You can’t seem to resist my lame jokes so I might as well use it against you before you get really mad and nag me”

A smile crept up on my face and I gave the girl a light push teasingly.

“ You’re hopeless, TaeTae.” She released a sigh and I could tell she was raising the white flag. “ How are you

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