“You watched me from Canada and now you’re sitting here with your head in my lap. It’s weird how things work out, isn’t it?” Tiffany chuckled softly, thinking about how she herself went from watching BoA at her home in California, to standing on the same stage with her at the end of their company concert. “And I promise I’ll write it so everyone can read it. That wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t, right?” Tiffany relaxed herself in Wendy’s grip once the younger sat up, letting out a small hum of her own. Her helpful and maternal nature often left her more than willing to do things for people, to buy things for people. She tended to forget that offering such things could sometimes strip people of their sense of independence, or simply just make them feel bad, which is what Wendy showed. “It’s not trouble at all, I promise. But I’ll write out your list, and you all can go right to the store with it.”
“It’s really weird, yeh…” She laughed softly, “I already had trouble believing that G.Na sunbae thought I was good enough to go to the finals for the cube auditions… But now I’m here. As a blonde…” She giggled, smiling at Tiffany before lightly resting her head on Tiffany’s shoulder. “But thank you for helping us so much, Tiff… You’re the bestest!” She smiled brightly as she nuzzled closer to the older, remaining quiet for a few moments as her forehead crinkled, frowning before speaking softly. “I do miss Canada often, though.. Does that get any less over time?” It was a genuine concern for the younger, given that she’d on multiple times had been close to the point of a breakdown, just because she felt incredibly homesick.
Upon hearing her own group’s song, Bohyung couldn’t help but let out another series of short laughs, each accompanied by a fist pump to the air, her reaction one of joking rather than irritation. “Encore! Encore! Son! Wen! Dy!” Truth be told, it was a bit difficult to keep up the act, the other’s intentionally annoying voice akin to sand paper on her ear drums as she hit the last note. But overall the hilarity of the situation far outweighed the annoyance. The lopsided grin playing at her lips did little to hide her obvious enjoyment at her friend’s semi-threatening words. She would stop bothering her, of course, though the likelihood of the teasing ending entirely was slim to none, a fact that Bo knew all too well. Nonetheless, Bohyung raised her free hand, palm facing the other as she nodded in understanding. “Yeah, yeah, deal. Guess I know who not to invite to my next stint at the karaoke bar.” A brow raised in defiance, Bo tugged her arm back, trying to free her wrist from her friend’s grasp, the joking smile still firmly in place.
Wendy let out a long whine as the other started cheering, a hand shoving up to cover Bohyungs mouth to - finally - stop the other from talking. “Yah, I was serenading you with your own song, and you dare to talk through it..? Maybe I should sing some more for you, then.” Her smile was deviously innocent, letting out a silent giggle. Upon hearing Bohyungs words, she released the other, only to wrap her arms around her right after. “Thank you unnie~~” She spoke in a teasing tone, snuggling up to Bohyung happily. “But– since I’ve just been traumatised by this experience, you should totally make it up to me by treating me to food! Don’t you think so? Or do I have to sing some more..?”
If anything, the conversation moved a split second faster, as neither of them had to translate things in their head before saying them. It was a small weight lifted, and it felt nice. Being able to watch the Red Vevlet girls grows was something Tiffany honestly cherished, and she held Wendy that much closer. They shared different little connections, English being one of them. “Look, I’ve had it all. Black, brown, red, blonde, short, long, curly, straight, I’ve been everywhere and done everything! I even had this cute little braided style for a few performances that I really liked.” A soft sigh left her lips as her fingers continued to work in Wendy’s hair, trying to keep her relaxed. “I could tell you everything I do right now, but you might forget it all as soon as you hear it. I’ll write it all out in a list for you. Keep it in your room or in your bathroom. And I’ll also buy you some really nice products! The ones that I use, and I’ll get you enough to share with your members, too, okay?” Tiffany’s always been a caring person, and the Red Velvet girls just give her maternal instincts that much more of a boost.
Wendy moved around slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable on her senior’s lap. She laughed softly as she eyed up at the older, smiling brightly. “I know you’ve had basically every hair style.. I mean– Even though I was stuck in Canada, I’ve kept track of Girls’Generation..” She grinned, lightly poking at Tiffany’s nose. “But oh! If you’d be willing to write it all down… Please do.. But also, please write it in Korean, so I can stick it to the mirror in our dorm’s bathroom so Irene unnie, Seulgi, Joy and Yeri can use your advices as well~!” She smiled happily, taking a few moments before sitting up, wrapping her arms around the older again. “But… I don’t think you’ll have to buy us products… I mean.. we can buy them ourselves, really…” She smiled a bit, lowering her head as she nibbled on her lower lip. “I wouldn’t wanna trouble you more than I already am..” She huffed, pouting up at Tiffany quietly.
/softly he pokes your both cheeks to unpuff them and smiles; omo!! I wasn’t saying you have to.. only if you want of course.. if you don’t feel like it you don’t need at all~ /he laughs; of course I heard.. my girlfriend is from red velvet too i had to hear it.. but it sounds perv saying it like that haha that’s why I asked.. that’s all /he nods slowly looking down while plays with his fingers;
/she whines softly, moving her fingers through her hair as she steps back/ I figured as much.. but you made it sound like you very much wanted me to come to you no matter the situation.. I ain’t for that life. /she speaks the last of her words in English, quietly sighing before her attention is caught by his later words/ Girlfriend.. in my group? /she cracks her knuckles, eyes squinting into a dark glare/ I’m not sure if I agree to that..
[Text: Wendy] …Well [Text: Wendy] What do you want me to do?— [Text: Wendy] Send you a bandage via blutooth? I’m like in a completely different city woman—
[ text ] yes!! send me a bandage via bluetooth [ text ] make sure it works, though [ text ] why do you have to be out of the city when I need you most ㅠㅡㅠ
But wouldn’t me giving it to you constitute of me making it for you? I get the screaming part, yes, but where else would you get that kind of sundae unless someone were to make it?
No, no, we need to get the ice cream from Baskin Robbins! We have a pass for free ice cream because we did an advertisement. Nothing beats that ice cream… Because it’s free. /grins/ So like, first I scream, then you scream, then we get ice cream at Baskin Robbins.
“Ah, you’re welcome,” the words were returned in easy English, and a sudden happiness spread trough her body. There was just something about being able to speak her native tongue that put her at so much ease, even after so many years of speaking Korean fluently. There was nothing like English, so she decided to keep the trend going. “It really doesn’t feel all that bad, but I do know of some really good treatments if you’re worried about it. A business like this takes your hair to Hell and back, but there are ways to manage it, I promise.”
Wendy liked spending time with Tiffany more than with most of her other seniors. Being able to speak English without having to worry about having to translate what she was saying to Korean. Although she had no trouble speaking either tongue, speaking English made her feel more at home, it was something she and Tiffany grew close over, and Wendy enjoyed the older’s presence. “I know this business is a drama for your hair.. I mean, I started with blue tips, then went to a different shade of black, and then when my hair was still not done recovering, it got bleached…” She huffed quietly. “But eh, at least I look good in blonde, as long as my hair isn’t too curly, right?” She chuckled, feeling like she’d been talking too much about irrelevant topics. “Well, I’d love to get some treatment tips if you’re willing to share~.”
So you scream, then I scream. Then you want me to give you the ice cream. Am I getting this correctly? Are you sure we can’t make it ourselves…?
/nods excitedly/ That’s exactly how it’s supposed to go. And no, we can’t make it ourselves… Making it ourselves ruins the magical touch of vanilla chocolate honey ice cream with a cherry on top..
She grumbles and waddles over, starting to help the other, “Fine fine, i want hot chocolate afterwards though.”
“Fine, party pooper. We can go get hot chocolate after playing in the snow.” She grinned, pressing the snow together into a ball before throwing it straight at her group mate’s face.
