And One (1/1)

No matter how many birthday wishes she got on this day, no matter how many gifts she received from her fans and fellow members, it will never be enough.   Her voice quivered slightly as she held her tears in, I want you, I long for you…even though I’m in pain and suffering, even when I’m worn down, if there was a way I could return to the very beginning…She sang with her whole heart and soul, and she hoped the girl of her dreams heard it. This is not just an OST for a drama, but also her confession to Jessica Jung.   She reminisced the fun times spent with her during their debut days. She could never forget how adorable Jessica’s pout was, how her cheeks heated up with a pale wash of red, how her curly locks slid through her fingers smoothly and how enjoyable it was to see her nose scrunch up at the smell of cucumbers. She missed the adrenaline rush, racing heart beat, uneven breathing, and growing desire whenever they kissed passionately. The feeling of her thin but soft lips on hers was unforgettable. She knew it when her girl was feeling red, blue, or green even. The frequent and lasting eye contacts gave her the answer almost immediately. Jessica was perfect. She still is, to Taeyeon at least.     The company forbid this relationship as Taeny was a more popular pairing than Taengsic among fans. Hence, he forced Taeyeon to show more affection to Tiffany when in front of cameras and the media. Taeyeon hated it. She was tired of all the acting she had to put up with.   Worst of all, it caused Jessica to break up with her. The fact that numerous Taeny fan sites popped up rapidly drove Jessica insane and heart-broken. It was unbearable for her. Soon after, she changed. She had turned cold and became an ice-princess. She could be found dazing and unresponsive several times in variety shows, and putting in little effort in their choreography for their latest comeback. Defense barriers were built and the vulnerably hurt kitten shut herself from love.   When you think of me from time to time does your heart ache? Taeyeon ended the song painfully but beautifully. She tilted her head up, bit her lip and scanned the audience. She’s not there. Taeyeon gripped her microphone even tighter.   A familiar feminine silhouette approached her, a solemn aura pervading it.   Happy Birthday Taeyeon, she sang-- that familiar angelic voice. She held up her hands-- that familiar electrifying touch.   Do you wanna be my lover? She looked into Taeyeon’s eyes-- that familiar lustful eye contact.   She could only imagine. ------------------------------------------------------I KNOW THIS FIC SUCKS QUITE BAD BUT WTV. TT