T.O.P (BIGBANG Fanfiction)

“Wouldn’t you like to do that, huh?” I laughed and he put me down on my back to the backseat. He himself sat down to the opposite of me and leaned his head back.
“I just wanted some time alone,” he sighed silently and closed his eyes. He looked so tired.
“Alone, with me?” I noted.
“Well, you hung onto me,” he opened his right eye slightly to give me a teasing look. I laughed.
“I hung onto you? What about you hung onto me?”
“No,” he smiled by himself. “You are my fan, you hung onto me.”
“Stop being so wise,” I said as I closed my eyes too and crossed my arms on my chest. The silence did its magic and I think we both fell into deep sleep quite quickly.

Loud noises woke me up. I blinked my eyes, trying to get used to the black surroundings. My head was aching badly, like somebody was hammering my skull from the inside. I saw Seunghyun leaning his head against the window, snoring. I smiled a little. He looked so cute...

“Wait, what has happened here!?” Daesung’s head immersed from the darkness and he looked at us both.
“What are you two doing here?”
“Nothing happened,” I said with a husky voice and coughed. It was cold. Daesung sat on the seat next to Seunghyun’s.
“T.O.P never brings women out from a party. He’s so well mannered. What is this?” he kept looking around but I just closed my eyes again. I heard the other members crawling inside as well and the manager started the engine. I was too tired to stay awake.

The next time I woke up was when the car stopped. Somebody threw me a jacket that had STAFF written on its back and I apparently had to wear it to not to look like I was their guest. I got out of the van and saw that we were in the parking lot of a hotel.
“Should we get you your own room? I bet you don’t want to sleep on the couch,” Taeyang looked at me and walked beside me into the hotel lobby.
“I don’t mind the couch,” I smiled. I didn’t want them to spend any money on me. I didn’t want to feel like I owed them something.
“No worries. I’ll get you own room,” he patted my back and went to the desk. I just looked after him blankly and shrugged. There wouldn’t be many times Taeyang getting me a hotel room so I thought I could take it.

I saw Seunghyun coming from the van with his sports bag. He looked up and glanced at me, came to stand next to me and keep me company while Taeyang was busy talking with the reception ladies.
“We’re having a little after party. The dancers and other staff will join us too,” Seunghyun glanced at Taeyang. “I bet he’s getting you a suite but we’ll he at the best suite of course,” he grinned at me and I shook my head.
“Of course.”
“Come over, spend some more time with us before we leave to the next city tomorrow,” he looked down in thoughts and then back at me. “If you’re not too sleepy.”
And I shook my head again.
“I just slept. Like you, grandpa,” I smirked and nudged his arm lightly. Seunghyun coughed and then frowned at me.
“Don’t you call me grandpa too. The guys do it just enough…”

And I secretly, without anyone else seeing it, wrapped my arm around his and tilted my head, saying:
“I’ll call you what ever you like. What should I call you? T.O.P?”
“Seunghyun,” he answered quickly, smiling so warmly my heart melted. He squinted his eyes. “No. Call me…” he took a look around the lobby. “Call me Charlie Chaplin.”
I stepped back, giving him a weird look and separating our arms at the same time.
“Charlie Chaplin? Why?”
“Let’s see,” he put on his thoughtful face and massaged his chin. “Because he's a funny man. And I don’t feel like talking to people today.” And then he just gave me this mysterious look I couldn’t read or recognise. I squinted my eyes and watched as he walked away from me, towards the elevator and glanced at me once more before getting in.
“Darn,” I whispered by myself.

The party was on. Drinks were everywhere and even in my hands, apparently. I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all. The dancers had challenged Seungri and Ji Yong in some kind of a dance battle in the middle of the livingroom and Taeyang was busy serving the drinks at the minibar. But, although there were many other interesting people around, my only goal was to find the silent man dressed in tails and a bowler, holding onto a cane.

But there was nobody dressed like that. Instead I found a guy dressed in a fine blue shirt and black trousers with shiny black leather shoes in on his feet. I toasted at him who was sitting in the corner on the arm of a couch alone. I sat down and made myself comfortable, watching at the guests having fun while it was silent where we were.
“I never asked you what you wanted to call me,” I sipped my drink and looked at him for a short moment. Seunghyun’s eyes were focused on the radio, his leg was swinging along the music.
“Isn’t it already decided?” he said.
I looked at him, wondering what he meant by that.
“You said you didn’t wanna talk tonight,” I noted and took a sip.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t talk to you,” he finally looked at me instead of the radio and smiled a bit. I laughed shortly and started poking his leg with my finger, just for fun.
“That’s true. But Charlie never spoke to anyone.”
“How do you know?” he looked at my finger and then up at the people again.
“I’ve seen the movies.”
“But did he talk to chairs?”
“I don’t know…”
I stopped poking him and gave him a weird look. He stared back at me for a while, until I bursted into laughter.
“Oh, now I get it!” I laughed. “You named me Chair?”
“Yeah,” he snorted and smiled satisfied by himself. “Chair.” And then he offered his hand, like we had just met, and shook mine.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Chair.”
I shook my head in disbelief. How well we had got along.
“Nice to meet you too, Mister Chaplin.”
And then he was quickly back to his normal posture, sitting relaxedly.

I went to get a new drink and when I got back he was still there in the same place, staring at the radio. So I too sat back down on my place. And I started poking his leg again since he didn’t mind it.
“But the thing is that I heard you’re obsessed over chairs.”
“I am,” he confirmed with a smirk on his handsome face. I smiled by myself.
“Will you be obsessed over me too?” I stared at him instead and after a while he snorted and caught my finger inside his fist. I startled it a bit.
“It’s a bit more complicated.”

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