Espacios de atención diferenciados

“Another rice set?” Tiffany asked after she found yet another pink boxes in her manager’s office. It had been five days and the food sender never once stopped giving them food and every box Tiffany received contained with the sender’s clue. “What’s in it today… Hmm…” The singer smilingly unattached the ribbon and opened the first lid to find a stack of rose. She picked it up.

Sunny saw it. “Flower? That’s new.”

Tiffany shrugged. “A romantic person, I guess. Oh well, let’s see another box.” She opened another lid and it filled with pink cheesecake.

“So you have a caring, romantic, sweet fan who is also happened to be a chef. Lucky you.”

Sunny pretended to not knowing who was the one sending those yummy dishes. She kept writing on the white board about the upcoming schedule for Tiffany.

“Us, Sunny-ah.” The singer corrected. “He made some for you too. I wanted to marry someone like this.” She said dreamily. “Next time he gives you the food, please tell me. I wanted to meet him personally.”

The manager secretly pursed her lips into a smile when she heard about her singer wanted to marry the ‘fan’ but then she shrugged. “It’s a she. And well, I can’t promise that.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Sunny turned to her best friend. “Anyway, read your next schedules and please just suck it up, I can’t change anything about that.”

Tiffany read the writings on the whiteboard while eating the pink cheesecake. She then sent glares to her manager.

“Just told you to suck it up.” Sunny casually replied as she took her part of cheesecake.

The singer loudly exhaled. “Fine. A commercial and singing two songs for the Prince won’t hurt.”

“It will be an honor to sing for the Royal Family, you know.”

“I’m aware of it, Sunny.”

“Well, to brighten up your mood, let’s go dress shopping today.”

---Kwon Yuri let out a bored sigh after her wife re-enter the changing room in their palace for the nth time. That was a tiny part of Jessica that she wished the woman she loved could change.

Earlier on, Sica was dragging Yuri just right after she left the meeting room at her mother’s.

Why? Because for the Crown Princess, the Crown Prince was the only one who could be the judge for her fashion style, and since they were about to have an anniversary party she thought that she could make her hubby happy by wearing what she chose for her.

Actually, Yuri always loved what Jessica wear because the latter would always be the most beautiful woman in her eyes. Another fact, Yuri hated waiting so much, and this one could count as waiting.

The Crown Prince fidgeted on her seat while waiting her wife putting on another dress for their big night. She let out another sigh before finally called, “Baby…?”

“Five seconds!”

The tanned woman huffed her cheeks and threw her glance outside the window. She caught a glimpse of her half sister walking fast down through the garden to where she thought Taeyeon would be heading. “Got out again… Hmm…”

But then a voice interrupted her from the thoughts. “Seobang.”

Yuri turned her head. “Yes.” Her jaw dropped.

“What about this?” Jessica was wearing a mini sparkly dress with long tail of fabric strapped on it. It was revealing so much skin.

Crown Prince’s eyes passed the ankle, up to the smooth thighs, next to the curvy waist of her wife, and stopped at the breasts that would be ripped of the upper part of the dress sooner or later. “B-b…” She was speechless.

“That’s flattering but I need you to focus on things other than my boobs. So?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want the entire nation to look at your yummy boobs. Go change.”

“Okay.” Jessica turned her heels and went inside the walk-in closet again.

“Baby, do you happen to know where Taeyeon had been for the past days?” Yuri asked.

“I think she went to the singer’s office to give her lunch boxes or something. Why?”

“She ditched meetings with the ministers just to be a delivery girl?”

The Crown Princess got out again after a few minutes. “That was why I asked you to do something about it.” She twirled around. “How about this?”

The husband took a good look at her wife. “This is good. Baby you look great in everything.”

“That means you are bored with helping me choosing the right dress.”

“Noooo…” Yuri quickly denied. “I just… I still have other things to do.”

Jessica pouted. “You’ll leave me, again?”

“Promise I’ll be home early. You, be good, okay?” Yuri planted a kiss on her wife’s forehead.

“Love you.”

---Taeyeon played with her phone while waiting for Sunny’s text messages. She had been

constantly contacting the manager to ask about what her favorite singer wanted to eat for the day.

The Prince also always asked whether Tiffany liked her cooking’s or not, just like what she did today.

She liked it, Taeyeon. Don’t worry. Thank you for today’s food.

The short woman quickly typed a reply.

What do you two want for tomorrow?

Surprise us. :D

Taeyeon smiled. “Sooyoung-ah!” She called out.

“Yes, Unnie?”

“What do you want to eat for tomorrow?”

Sooyoung tilted her head to think. “Hmm… How about pasta?”

“Pasta sounds great. Fettuccine?”

“You just made my tummy growled. Whatever pasta you wanted to cook, Unnie.” The assistant grinned. “Did Miss Tiffany like your cheesecake?”

Taeyeon nodded. “Sunny just sent me a text about it.”

“Why don’t you reveal yourself? I thought the whole point of this is to prove that you are not snotty to her?”

The Prince leaned her back against the couch. She actually thought to give it directly to the singer from the first day, but then she decided to take another way. “I know. But I think this way is better. I wanted Tiffany to get a good impression of me, Chef Kim Taeyeon. Not me, Prince Kim Taeyeon.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really look at myself as a Prince. And I think a chef is easier to reach and love rather than a prince.”

Sooyoung was digesting Taeyeon’s word and somehow felt the sincerity about it. “You should’ve said that to her you know.”

“Maybe later. Anyway, did my sister look for me today?”

The taller girl shook her head. “Prince Yuri was busy with Princess Jessica. And I think you shouldn’t skip another meeting, Unnie, it’s risky.”

“I know I know. I’ll attend tomorrow’s meeting then I’ll deliver the lunch box afterwards.”

“Yes you should attend tomorrow’s meeting.” A stern voice came out from the door. Sooyoung quickly turned around and bowed while Taeyeon quickly sat up straight. “Where have you been?

Part-timing as a delivery girl?” Yuri was unleashing her serious mode.

“I… yeah… Sorry…”

“Umma was covering for you earlier of the day. You do know that she’s not really well to attend long meetings like such. Act more like you should, Taeyeon-ah.”

Taeyeon could only lowered her head when the Crown Prince scolded her. “Yes, I’m sorry Yuri.”

“Look I’m not angry because you’re trying to get the girl you love, it’s your rights, but you should know your priority, Taeyeon-ah.” Yuri softened her voice.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Just… don’t skip more meetings and make Umma more suffered.”

“Okay.”

The Crown Prince then turned to Sooyoung. “Don’t let her go without coming to the meeting, you got me?”

“Y-y-yes, Your Highness.” Sooyoung bowed.

---The next day, Taeyeon fulfilled her promise and went to the morning discussion with the

ministers along with Yuri until it finished. Then she hastily rushed to her palace to cook what she had planned the night before. After all, it was another day for her to woo her girl by her cooking.

It was nearing lunchtime; the Prince calculated the time in her mind and thought she could finish everything by then. “Sooyoung! Get me pink lunch boxes!” She shouted once she stepped in her palace, heading to the kitchen.

“Done, Unnie.”

“Great, would you help me rinse and chop these?” She pointed at the veggies she just took out from the fridge.

Sooyoung nodded and proceeded to her task.

---Sunny was checking her watch every ten seconds, getting worried of the Prince since she hadn’t got any news from the latter. It was a bit unusual because Taeyeon would always give her head-ups and because it was nearing the lunchtime when Taeyeon usually had arrived.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was also actually waiting for her so called fan that used to give her yummy food although she had to start working on recording her new album. She was expecting another surprise from the mysterious person.

“Tiffany, ready for take two?”

The singer quickly gathered her focus back. “Yes, Oppa.”

“Alright…” The producer signaled the music to start.

Just then, a text message came to Sunny’s inbox. It was from Taeyeon, telling that she was on her way and would be there in less than 15 minutes. The manager unconsciously grinned. She texted back saying okay to the Prince. The short woman then went to the ground floor to wait for Taeyeon’s presence.

Less than 15 minutes later, Taeyeon appeared alone, panting so hard. Apparently she was leaving Sooyoung at the train station because the tall girl deemed that she was not a best runner. And since the Prince needed to be fast, she decided to go alone, catching the lunch break of Tiffany.

“Hhhh… Ho… hope… I… I’m not late… hhh…” Taeyeon handed the neatly wrapped boxes and then clung onto the nearest table while catching her breath.

Meanwhile Sunny was again having a not so clean thought by seeing a panting and sweat dripping Taeyeon. “Yummy…” She unconsciously said, biting her lips.

Taeyeon looked up. “Hmm?”

“Yum—food yummy. Yes.”

“Oh. I hope so.”

“Do you want to rest in my room for a bit?”

“Ah yes. Good idea. I need to wait for Sooyoung too.”

The manager guided the Prince towards her office room, then she gave her a bottle of water after Taeyeon seated on one of the couches. “Where’s Sooyoung?” She asked.

“I left her at the station. But I think she’s on the way here with taxi. Where’s Tiffany?”

“She’s at… uhh… recording studio.” Sunny said while unwrapping one of the boxes. “Fettuccini Carbonara! Yumssss. Thank you so much.”

“You are very welcome.” Taeyeon smiled. “So I’m expecting a new album from Tiffany. Bet it would be wonderful.”

“Crossing fingers, I hope the same too.” Sunny said while gesturing the statements.

The two continued their conversation for a while until the Prince felt her phone vibrated, it was from Sooyoung, the tall girl said that she was in front of the building. That could only mean one thing, Taeyeon had to go home. She bid her goodbye to Sunny after confirming the date for her to work with Tiffany for the commercial.

The petite Prince put on her cap and headed to the door. One thing she didn’t know was that a pair of eyes watching her from the stairs.

“What is that spoiled Prince doing in here?”

---“Taeyeon went out again?”

A nod.

“Where to today?”

“The S.M Entertainment building.”

“Again? To meet the singer?”

A nod.

“It’s been a week. Never let her out of your sight. And please trace Tiffany Hwang’s background for me.”

“Will do.”

A bow then a person left the room.

9: Stolen

After her encounter, well actually after Tiffany saw Taeyeon walked outside her office, she began to question her manager regarding the matter. The action irked her curiosity and Sunny’s answers were not exactly satisfying to her judgment.

For the following days, she had caught the petite Prince headed outside her office around her lunchtime. From there, she got a hunch that Taeyeon was doing something else then just a mere meeting with Sunny. But today, Tiffany refrained herself to interrogate her best friend. Because they had been busy to prepare their selves for the Crown Prince and Crown Princess’s

anniversary party.

The singer had gone to the venue to do the sound check and rehearsal for her performance since morning. Of course her beloved manager would be there as well. And too much for her surprise, the short Prince was actually handling things on her own.

Taeyeon was more than willing to watch and control over the flow of tonight’s celebration. She wanted the best for her sisters that was why she volunteered herself to be one of the event organizer’s crews. Second excuse was she could actually come near her favorite singer.

Anyway, back to Tiffany, she was singing one of love songs that deemed suitable for the

occasion while still eyeing Taeyeon with her eyes. She had been followed the latter’s movement ever since she saw her came in, walking near to the stage. The eye-smiling woman took a mental note when she saw Taeyeon was happily chatting with Sunny, indicating their closeness. The singer closed her eyes reaching the climax of her song, but when she opened those beautiful orbs, she found that her best friend was gone, along with the Prince.

Finally Tiffany’s turn came to an end. The singer grabbed the opportunity to run down from the stage as fast as possible to search for her manager. “Excuse me, do you happen to see my manager?” She asked one of the stage crews. The person pointed the direction Sunny went to.

“Thanks.”

Tiffany fastened her steps through the alley of the backstage to the waiting rooms the palace had provided. She went too fast to care about her surroundings, until her killer heel tripped over a cable. A sharp pain stung on her ankle that caused the singer to yelped loudly.

“Fany?” Sunny went out from the room when she heard the familiar voice. She found her best friend on the floor, in the edge of cry, holding painfully to her left leg. “Fany!” She immediately ran to the person sitting on the floor in pain.

“Somebody get me a basin of warm water please.” Taeyeon managed to ask someone before also running to her favorite singer. She was beyond worried.

When people saw the Prince was approaching the sitting girl, they quickly made a way. In a split second, Tiffany was on Taeyeon’s back and was also heading to her waiting room.

“Here you go.” Taeyeon gently laid down Tiffany to a couch and kneeled down in front of her.

She held up the injured ankle and put it on her lap, removed the high heel, and massaged the swollen part attentively. “Does it hurt?”

The beautiful singer could only nodded her head while biting her lip, enduring the pain.

“Your Highness, your water…”

“Thanks.” Taeyeon then softly put Tiffany’s leg in the basin. “Warm water helps the blood flow and reduces the pain instead of ice.” She explained, smiling on the way. “We should go to the hospital to get this checked.” She said while still massaging the injured ankle.

Silently and slowly the Prince’s attentive and caring side touched Tiffany. “But… I have to perform tonight.” The Korean-American couldn’t help her professional ethics.

Taeyeon looked up. “Your healthy is more important than anything.”

“Prince Taeyeon is right, Fany-ah.” Sunny added.

“That’s a call for you to get the car, Sooyoung-ah.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

---Tiffany was set for series of check ups. Starting from the general check up, to the x-ray, and finally the last stage with the orthopedist. Of course, the Prince was beside her along the way.

From that, the singer was actually started to change her point of view towards the latter. She was not bad at all. She thought.

“It was just a sprained ankle, no fracture, no torn tissue. The bad news is that Miss Hwang can’t walk or put pressure on her left leg for a couple of weeks or maybe more.” The doctor explained while scribbling something. “You can get your prescription right there.”

Taeyeon, Tiffany, and also Sunny exhaled in relief. “Thanks doctor.” Taeyeon said.

“You’re very welcome, Your Highness.”

The singer checked her wristwatch. “We can go back to the palace and still performing for tonight.”

“But your leg, Fany.” Her manager protested.

“My voice is not broken, I can sing while sitting, we can change the stage arrangement, can’t we?” Tiffany looked at Taeyeon as if she asked for her permission.

Obviously the Prince couldn’t say no. “Of course. I’ll tell the organizer.”

---Yuri peeled her lips off of her wife’s lips. “Time out!” Her lungs were desperately needed air because a certain Ice Princess had been sucking up the reserve from there.

Hearing the shout, Jessica whined. “Whyyyyyyy???”

“I need to breathe, Umma. So is our baby.” Yuri said, still gasping for air. “Plus, we haven’t worked on our announcement.”

“Hey, you guys are ought to wait for the new royal family member, because the Crown Prince got me freaking preggers.” Sica said with a monotone voice. “There.”

The Crown Prince chuckled. She lovingly poked her wife’s nose. “That’s not really nice, but it does have a good point.”

“See. Now can we back to where we left off please? It’s our anniversary.” Jessica batted her eyelashes in a way to seduce her hubby.

“Baby, you’ve locked us up in this room for more than 12 hours now. I need food, so are you.”

“But I’m having a great protein supply from you.”

“That’s not counted as proper food. Come on. Five minutes break won’t hurt, besides, I need to check on my sister on the rehearsal.” Yuri was getting up from bed and wearing back her scattered clothes on the floor.

The shorter woman pouted.

Feeling that there was no reaction from her wife, the tanned woman tuned her body around.

“Baby… Come on. Please?” She pleaded, attacking with a pair of puppy eyes that the Crown Princess would never reject.

Jessica was still not giving any reaction.

“I’ll do you good after I eat.”

“Promise?”

“Crossing my heart. Now come on, give me the key please.” Yuri held her hand, asking Jessica to put the key on it.

And she did. The Crown Princess was also getting dressed to follow her hubby outside. She was very determined to be a super clingy wife for today, although she was also acted that way on a daily basis.

---Still in their lovey-dovey mode, Yuri and Jessica finished their lunch with so much more hands

---Still in their lovey-dovey mode, Yuri and Jessica finished their lunch with so much more hands

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