Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice... shame on me, right?
@zicomi
Ahhh, what a beautiful day! Taeyeon smiled up at the gloomy, cloudy skies whilst she breathed in the somewhat dusty air of Seoul with relish. And then promptly hacked her lung out, because boy, that dust stuff’s not too great for the body.
But that didn’t deter the great Kim Taeyeon one single bit as she skipped out of her rickety old apartment complex, happiness etched upon her face. Like every other blue moon where Taeyeon woke up earlier than usual to make her own mocha with way more whipped cream than what was recommended (read: 1 entire can); she was feeling lighter than a hot air balloon without an anchor.
But then her confident stride faltered and she promptly doubled back - she forgot to lock her door, the silly goose. Taeyeon walked down again after locking her door, this time with a determined fist pump. Seize the day, Kim Taeyeon!
On her second attempt to go to work, Taeyeon caught the eye of a sad looking man dressed in tattered clothing as she skipped past an alleyway. Taeyeon paused, inexplicable sadness filling her heart. “Are you ok, Mister?” She said as she bent down in front of him. The man jerked, before grabbing onto the front of her shirt, his eyes filling with tears as he wove a woeful tale of a once successful businessman whose wife cheated on him and left with everything he had. Taeyeon gasped, her heart breaking into tiny pieces. “Oh no!” She exclaimed, before fishing out her wallet at his request. She shoved some notes into his hand, her little face determined. “Take this please, mister! I hope you’ll be able to pick yourself up soon!” And so, Taeyeon grasped his hands with optimism, oblivious to the con artist’s glee at such an easy target.
Happy to have helped someone in their time of ‘need’, Taeyeon once again resumed her journey to work, her pace faster in hopes of making it on time. This time, however, she was stopped by a fortune teller, her crystal ball glistening ominously. “Little girl,” the fortune teller rasped. (And here, Taeyeon sweat-dropped – she was 27, definitely not a little girl in anyone’s books–) “I forsee that your love life will be very barren this year.” The fortune teller continued, her voice confident. At once, Taeyeon’s mouth dropped open, all other thoughts banished from her mind. “Oh no! Ahjumma, what should I do?” Taeyeon cried, despondent tears forming at the corner of her eyes. Am I doomed to remain forever single? Little Taeyeon cried as she took a mournful sip of her mocha, her salty tears sadly counteracting the sweet taste. Why is nothing going right – in the first few days of the new year nevertheless? So when the ahjumma offered Taeyeon some little love trinkets, Taeyeon happily brought them all for exorbitant prices, hoping that in doing so, her love life will vastly improve.
Maybe I’ll finally meet Lee Minho, the actor from the Heirs! Taeyeon swooned, arms full of little trinkets. With all of these, surely I’ll be able meet the love of my life! Eyes twinkling, Taeyeon entered the police station, waving cheerful greetings to all of its officers.
“Kim Taeyeon, reporting for duty!” She said as she gave a laughably sloppy salute to the receptionist, oblivious to the blatant amusement of nearby officers.
