T.O.P (BIGBANG Fanfiction)

He stood up and, as I was still caught by my finger, he pulled me with him and walked me behind the wall which separated the bedrooms from the livingroom and kitchen. There was also a door for the bathroom and I was surprised that he took me there.
But I didn’t know why I was like that. If I knew something about him, it was that nothing he did was predictable. His words, his actions. And I loved it. I loved the thought that I would never get used to him. He would always have new tricks in of his sleeves. And I liked tricks. I really did.

“What do you mean ‘more complicated’? If I’m a chair then I’m a chair. You can get obsessed over me. I don’t mind” I continued the conversation. Seunghyun closed the door after us, still holding my forefinger with his left hand.
“Oh, and,” I laughed akwardly and pointed at the toilet seat. “If you want to use the bathroom… I don’t think you need another chair for it.”
But Seunghyun just turned to me and looked at me in the eyes emotionless, before he turned to check in the mirror that he still looked fine after drinking.
“This is the only place where there’s no one disturbing our chatting,” he said while combing his hair quickly and then turning back to me.
“You look just fine,” I nodded. “But why bathroom? The bedrooms were empty.”
He sat down on the furry mat and I followed his example. I watched as he tried to make himself small to fit on the tiny mat with me but his legs were too long.
“How did you know they were empty?” he asked mysteriously.
“Oh…” I pouted and looked away. There were a couple guests missing the dance party.
“And wouldn’t it have been weird if I took you to the bedroom when we just met today?” he looked at me amused. I laughed a bit.
“Not as weird as coming to the bathroom,” I noted. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“Why?” he just asked and I stared at him in confusion.
“Why what?” I asked.
“Why did you say the room doesn’t matter?” he explained, holding his other knee on place.
“Hmm,” I tilted my head and took a look around the room. “Do you want a regular answer or a deeper one?”
And Seunghyun stared at me for a while, thinking.
“You’ve been answering regularly all this time. Am I right?”
I grinned and let out a sigh. “I have. I was just interested in you, I didn’t want to bring out myself too much.”
“But I’m really interested in chairs,” he said silently with a warm tone of his, looking at our hands. “Speak to me deeply from now on. I want to hear your mind.”

And at that moment I got the same strange feeling to the bottom of my stomach, tingling. He spoke my language.

Seunghyun let go of my finger but as the silence surrounded us in the little room decorated with white patterns and golden highlights, he slowly and very carefully tied our fingers together, by little movements at a time. And when he was ready I squeezed his hand a little, just to let him know that I promised to do so. To speek him deeply.

His dark eyes looked up into mine.
“The room doesn’t matter because the reason doesn’t matter, and it happens to be that if you take me somewhere it has to always mean something. If you take me to a restaurant, you want to show me you care about what women like. Romance. If you took me to the bedroom in a hotel room, it would have meaned you maybe wanted me only for a night. But for me it’s not like that. It doesn’t matter where we are if we just are together like. I might sound a bit crazy, I’m sorry. For you I'm just a fan girl. But believe me, it’s not that I’m just a fan of yours… Mister Chaplin. We haven’t spent that much time together but during that little time I would have just asked for your autograph, asked for you to notice me and then I would have fainted because of 'the feels'. But instead, I realised that I would like to be your royal seat you can lean on whenever you need one… I know I can never beat your futuristic art pieces but I would like to try if I had the chance.”
"Just as a friend," I added to not to seem too eager.

Silence followed my words. Seunghyun stared at me for a moment and slowly a grin began spreading on his face.
“Was that your deepest you could do?” he smiled.
I got upset. I had just tried to tell him something, what he meant for me. I know my words and thoughts didn’t come out as pretty as I hope they would have and I’m not a perfect weirdo like him anyway but still.
“Why are you asking me so many questions?” I pulled my hand away and threw it in the air. “Are you never satisfied?”
“Was it?” he echoed and leaned closer to me with the same stupid grin on his pale face.
“Well, mister, I know that you must be so much deeper person than me bu–”

Seunghyun cutted my sentence and shutted my mouth by grabbing my face and sinking his lips in mine. My eyes widened. But as I actually saw him close to me, I relaxed, closed my eyes and gave in. And it lasted long. It was indeed a gentle, nice kiss. Not a rough one, although I thought he was like that. But like I always said, he was full of surprises. And there were many sides to him. Many sides, I wanted to get to know better...

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