Writer: Psycheliar(On twitter)
Some ideas: Tiffanatic
Chapter 04: Spill it.
Later that evening. 7:15PM.
Nichkhun arrived at Tiffany’s dorm early, he hesitated if he should knock, she might be doing her private stuff.. But he knocked anyway in the end.
Tiffany was in her dorm, standing across her bed where at least ten designer bags laid, gucci, hermes, prada etc. ‘God why did they send this over now! Where am I supposed to stuff these things?!’
Tiffany heard a knock on the door.
‘Hey Tiffany, you in here? Sorry I came early!’
Tiffany was quick on her feet, on one hand was a limited edition Louis Vuitton carrier, a velvet spring-only Gucci handbag and a fur pouch from Hermes and on the other hand was 3 more of such expensive bags. All limited editions, seasonals or bags that haven’t been launched.
‘Be right there!’ She threw three under her bed, stuffed a few on the top of her closet and hung two in the shower.
Tiffany rushed to get the door.
‘Er… *huff*, sorry, *huff*. I was busy. Come in.’ She was panting as if she just finished a 10K marathon.
Nichkhun stood there, staring at Tiffany, he thought to himself.
‘God she’s beautiful.’
Tiffany’s hair was down, not like usual up in a scruffy bun, and fell loosely across her shoulder. She was in a loose t shirt that hung off one of her shoulders, and short hot pants. Nichkhun just stared in awe.
Tiffany took a look at Nichkhun and then herself.
‘On second thought, you stay here. Give me 5 minutes to change.’ And Tiffany slammed the door in Nichkhun’s face.
(Wait, no. I’m not attracted to this girl. She’s poor for god sakes, how can she match up to me?)
Nichkhun gave himself a pinch. The door reopened and there stood the same old boring daily Tiffany. But somehow Nichkhun only had hot Tiffany in his head now that even though Tiffany was in the boring assemble, he still thought she looked beautiful.
‘Okay, come on in let’s get started.’
An hour into their research.
‘Oh it 8.30. Let’s grab some dinner.
You’re fine with Chinese food?’ Tiffany took a look at the clock and back to Nichkhun.
‘Yeah sure, Chinese sounds great.’
Tiffany turned around and stood up to grab her cell on the bedside table. She walked towards the end of her bed, sat down and made a call for delivery.
‘I’m just going to go freshen up alittle.’
Tiffany hung the phone and told Nichkhun while walking towards the bathroom.
‘Oh alright, you don’t mind if I took a break and lay on your floor would you?’
‘No problem.’ Tiffany’s muffled voice came from the bathroom.
Nichkhun sighed deeply in exhaustion and laid down on the floor. He was huge so there was not much floor space for his body and his head accidentally hit the closet. The closet flung open and all the designer bags fell down onto him. Nichkhun sat up in shock.
Tiffany heard the loud thud that sounded like a million pieces of chains broke. She ran out of the bathroom and saw Nichkhun sitting in the pool of branded designer goods.
‘Oh god are you alright?’ Tiffany ran over to help Nichkhun up.
Nichkhun looked around him. Louis Vuitton? Prada? Gucci? What are these? Where did these come from?
Nichkhun grabbed onto Tiffany’s hand tightly causing Tiffany to let out a silent gasp of pain.
‘Where do you get all these expensive stuff? Aren’t you poor? You got a scholarship. You dress very plainly in rags. Who are you?’
Nichkhun slowly rose to his feet while holding onto Tiffany’s hand ever so tightly. He slowly walked towards her while she back tracked. Nichkhun pressed Tiffany against the wall.
His face was so close to Tiffany’s that she could felt him breathing.
(What should I do!?) the voice inside her screamed.
Nichkhun looked into Tiffany’s eyes.
‘Tell me who you are.’
——-End of Chapter 4——-
For people who missed chapter 1, 2 & 3.
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