When a Jung entered the room, Tiffany was slowly beginning to fade. Because Stephanie was now starting to be filled.    Foreword Tiffany Hwang. Overworking wasnt a problem as long as her life lived by the instructions she stood up for, for consecutive years and still counting. Wake up, Be physically clean and healthy, eat, practice like theres no tomorrow, then Sleep.It repeats and repeats, not knowing when the routine will change, but with this schedule, she was living in the life where everyone wanted to be in. A life that was perfect. Thats what most people thought. Who could blame them though? She was seen as the most talented, beautiful, and smartest student in the whole university.Shed be on stage performing her heart out, people would awe. That was it.She was announced the top of her class, people would cheer. That was it.She was crowned the prom queen, people would congratulate her. That was it.They never knew Tiffany at all. She was like a celebrity.People knew her by her name and facade. But never did they know what happens behind the scenes.There was a big vault inside her heart, consisting her most biggest worry that everybody failed to see nor feel.It was the feeling of being pressured. Why though?Unlike the others, peoples expectation on her was beyond higher than a skyscraper. Kids at the age of 2 were expected to talk and converse with others bit by bit. Tiffany on the otherhand was expected to diligently speak straightly, and memorize words that some people didnt even know existed.As years passed, realization dawned her that she was different like everybody else. She would smile, laugh, crack jokes like every other person would. She would eat, shower, and sleep like every other person would.She would go out with her friends, study hard for the exams shes about to face, like every other person would.She was fine.She was perfect.But never was did the feeling of being pressured taken off her body. Never was she going to do things in her way or decide what she was going to do.Because all of them expected her to be Tiffany Hwang.Not Stephanie Hwang. --Jung Jessica.A girl who knows nothing but "fun" Her defenition of it?Clubbing here and there, talking and displaying affection to those she just met 3 seconds ago, drinking alchoholic beverages that was way out of her tolerance.Basically, if you sum it up, shes the "popular *coughstupid* kid" Despite these traits, she was yet another definition of perfection.Money, fame, fortune and more."More" referring to everything you have or want to have, but cant.She had it all indeed, including the beauty that nobody fails to notice.--But there was a difference between the two.Who in the right mind would expect highly from Jessica? No one. --Jessica was perfect, yet no one expects from her. Tiffany was perfect, yet everybody expected from her.--"One, two, three, four, step, turn"  Tiffany followed every single step, without any flaws, gaining yet again praises from her instructor. She shone like no one else. Her movements were delicate, not to mention graceful.After hours of practicing, the instructor finally waved off as a sign of goodbye, leaving Tiffany alone in the room. "Go home, and dont stay here until the sun sets okay?" Was always what she gets before the choreographer wanders off.But never even once followed his words. She just kept on rehearsing and rehearasing, not being contented on every single round of practice. Beads of sweat was trickling down her face, but she didnt mind at all. Because she has to make it flawless No, she needed to make it flawless. "Tiffany?" The said girl was startled, she knew that voice and the last thing that she wanted to be in, was a situation wherein she was caught by her motherlike-bestfriend, Sunny.Without further thought, she quickly hid behind one of the thick curtains that were covering the window, hoping to be invisible in the older girls eyes. "Tiffany. Clearly I can see your feet. No scratch that, I could see half of your body, do you think Im that stupid?" She smirked, before swiftly pulling aside the curtain, revealing the hiding girl."Look, if you think that I was here practicing till the sun sets, then your wrong." Tiffany quickly replied. Too quickly for the olders liking. "Yeah, and Im not cute" "Youre not even cute to begin with." "Not the point. I told you to stop this perfectionist freak side of yours." She said sternly, but softly, with a hint of dissapointment in her voice. "Im sorry okay? What if I mess up the performance? What if I forgot a step? What if.."Sunny rolled her eyes, noticing the what if blabber that would go on forever. She knew that this would happen over and over again. It was always, practice this practice that. She sometimes wished that her bestfriend would already have a special someone."Tiffany.""Fine. Fine. Ill just go get my stuff."With that being said, the girl fled off and went straight to the practice room while sunny sat on the bench near the corner.After what seems to be already half an hour."What is taking her so long? Did she pack her whole house?" Sunny complained, standing up to check up on her dearest bestfriend. Not to her surprise. "Tiffany! I told you to stop practicing already!" -- "Dad, who was I suppose to meet again?" A brunette asked over her phone. She had just landed in korea. Everything was so sudden, uknowingly to her, her oh so great mother made her enroll to a university there. She refused to go, even hid in one of her friends house, but she was found and was forcefully thrown to her mother land, including making a scene at the airport, but nevertheless, she didnt win, sadly. Her parents said she should meet someone in the said country, a girl that was very close to the Jungs, yet departed when her mother died.Jessica could careless about the little story though. "What? Hwang who?" She clarified before picking up her keys to her newly constrcuted apartment. Or so thats what she thought. After knowing the name, She pressed end call, as she already knows that shell be bombarded with take cares, goodlucks, and not to mention, thousands of reminders including "Dont fuck someone randomly at the bar" or "Dont get wasted to the point where youll be fucked." Which was the two things shed always do. She entered the apartment and went straight to the room her eyes landed on, throwing her bags to the side, not even minding on where they flew to.It was Three in the morning and she was tired, all she wanted was to sleep. But before she could do so, she wanted to change out of her outfit, considering the fact that sleeping with chic clothes on, wasnt the best Idea. She carelessly took off her top, and when she was about to take grasp of her new shirt to put on, The wooden door suddenly bursted open, which made the two eyes widen, as if It was about to fall out of their sockets.Looks like there was an unexpected visitor. oops."Who the hell are you and why are you inside my apartment?!"--Authors Note: Angsty Description and character description, but the whole story isnt, actually maybe the opposite. haha.First time writing a fanfic so please bear with me here. Im so JeTi deprived,  and Taeyeon dating baekhyunonly made it worse. Not that Im against them, but it still hurts, so why not just make a fanfic to distract me?