TOP - Chapter 3 (1/1)

"I don't care" My manager’s tug is what brings me back to present. I was stunned and completely taken aback by her reply that I stand still, unable to believe what she just said. As my manager pulls me with him, I can see her smirking before she face the next passenger to bid them goodbye.“Ppali! We are going to be late to the set if you’re not hurry!” My manager forcefully pulling me as my head still looking over my shoulder, unable to comprehend what just happened.After she is no longer in my sight, I look forward and walk next to my manager.‘I don’t care’. Her voice sings beautifully in my ear but her words stings painfully in my heart. Did I hear it right? Did she really just say that she doesn’t care what my name is? Is she joking? She must be joking, right? What Korean doesn’t want to know my name? Heck, I don’t even think that there’s any Korean who doesn’t know my name.I stop once we reach the custom and my manager leave me to deal with the immigration for all of our team. My head is still muddled by what happened that I simply stand next to the wall, staring empty while hiding my blank eyes with my sunglasses. I didn’t realise what’s going on until someone nudges me on the shoulder. I turn and look.“Heard what happened” Youngbae wiggle his eyebrows teasingly at me.“Have you not learnt anything for the past 7 years? Don’t trust maknae” I sneer.Suddenly, a hand drapes itself around my shoulder, “I’ll… I’ll… I’ll…” Seungri imitates me and without having to think twice, my elbow finds its way fast on to his stomach, making him cringe.“Ya, stop annoy hyung!” Jiyong comes. Trust him to always be my rescuer. I think I need to tell him I love him more often.“He already has a girl screwing him” Jiyong adds, causing the boys laugh at my expense. I take back what I said. Jiyong is devil spawn, no more no less.I was about to reply when my manager comes up hurriedly and grab my green Goyard bag. “Ppali, ours is done. We need to head to location”“How about ours?” Daesung whines.“They still process it! Have fun at the shooting, boys” My manager waved goodbye to the boys who returns the wave tiredly.I turn towards them and salute to bade my goodbye but before I leave, Seungri grab my sleeves and tug me slightly so he can whispers to me.“I gave Seohee your number” The bastard maknae whispers.“WHAT?!!” I roar but before I could breath fire and burn the grinning boy alive, my manager already pulls me out of the immigration. *** I finally arrive at the location after 2 hours drive into the outskirts of town. I used to get annoyed at how long I have to travel just to get to the set but now I didn’t even realise that we arrived for my head had been planning the plan to murder Lee Seungri since I step into the car. I could shoved him off his apartment balcony and pretend as if it's an accident.How dare he gave my number to some random chick?? What if she sold it off at eBay or simply published it in the fancafe?? What if she abused it and begin to call me or texting me and become a saesang fans?? I know I don’t really use my phone but Goddamnit I swear I’m going to chop that kid’s face if I need to change my number just because of this! Wait, how can I be so sure that she'll use it? Her words echoes in my head again. 'I don't care'.“Vent everything out?” My manager says as helps me with my bags.“Huh?” I turn to him.“You were grumbling the whole ride…” He says. “Seungri… you’re dead… I could just run you over… you’re dead… I could really punch you in the face…” He copies me.I scoff, “Yeah, can you plan out his funeral this weekend?”“What did he do this time?” My manager chuckles as we walk towards the crew.“Being Seungri” I answer grimly before putting on my game face, noticing my sunbaes.“Seunghyun-ah!” Yeri noona waves her hand at me and I beam upon seeing her. I like having her around. She’s funny and warm.“Ah! Noona” I skip my way towards her, greeting the crew along the way and forgetting what it is that annoys me earlier. This is what I like about shooting for movies; for once I can be the maknae and let everyone else taking care of me.“How’s the concert?” She says as I settle in next to her.I shrug, “The usual”She playfully shoves my shoulder, “Ya! Your usual and everyone’s usual is different you know!”I laugh.“Hey listen, I told you about my hoobae last month, right?” She whispers.I nod.“I told her about you and guess what??” She becomes excited, “She wants me to give you her number!!” She waves a little piece of paper to my face.Number? Phone number? Seungri…. Grrr.“You don’t want it?” Her face falls.“Ah… Anniyo, noona…” I smile and grab the paper from her. I look at the name written on the paper. ‘Seoyeon’. How ironic is it? If only the second character was ‘Hee’ maybe the number would look more appealing. Wait, what am I talking about?“You haven’t even seen her, Seunghyun-ah. Why are you already hesistating??” She slaps my thighs.“It’s not that, noona-ya… It’s just….” Yes, why am I hesistating? I’m single, I’m straight and I’m pretty sure Yeri noona wouldn’t give me an ugly girl’s number.“BigBang is so busy. We are going to drop another album soon, the concerts is extended until mid 2013 and Sajangnim wants me to record a solo album… I just don’t think I have enough time for girls now” I lie instead.“OMO! Another album?? Extended concerts?? How can you do all that Seunghyun-ah! Are you a robot??” Yeri noona shrieks and I simply chuckle tiredly at her remarks.I chat for a while more with Yeri noona until the make up artist calls me in to prepare for a scene. Thank God today’s shooting is not that hard for I only needed to act playfully with Yeri noona as we walk around the area. I don’t feel like acting all melancholy or macho today. The flight from China drained my whole energy.A scene is done and I am waiting on the side for them to shoot’s Yeri noona’s individual scene. I have my cigs in my right hand and a coffee in the other. With a warm weather like this, this is perfect. Suddenly, I feel something vibrating from my jacket and ruin my peace.I groan before I pull it out and my mood turns more sour the moment I see the caller ID. ‘Maknae’ flashes across my screen. I contemplate for a second; not wanting to make him happy by answering the phone, but then the reality hits me. I’m their hyung. I need to be mature about this and not hold grunges against my youngest member.“Wae?” I pick up but my voice clearly shows irritation. Hey, at least I pick up the phone for the guy!“Hyung~” He cooes. I know this tone of him. He must’ve want something.“What do you want?” I snap. After giving away my number randomly, he still have the guts to ask a favour from me?! This little rascal. I can’t wait to headlock him.“Hyung!” The voice changes on the other line and I can distinctly tell it’s the leader who has the phone now.“Jiyong-ah?” I answer in relief. I don’t think I can play nice with Seungri for now. “What’s up? Have you finally release your ‘needs’ with---”“You’re on loud speaker” Jiyong interrupts me with clear nervousness in his tone.“Ah…” I blush embarrassingly. If managers heard what I say, they are really going to tease the love-stricken boy. “Jinjja?? Who’s there?”“Us, MinSoo and Hana” YoungBae’s voice answers. I chuckle silently. No wonder Jiyong was rattled.“Aaah… Annyeong Hana! Annyeong Min Soo!” I greet them cheerfully.“Annyeonghaseyo, SeungHyun-ssi” Hana never forgets her formalities.“Annyeong hyung!” Minsoo greets.“Hyung, Hana needs help with her acting” DaeSung chimes.“Acting? Aigoo…” I rub my nape even though I know they can’t see. “I’m still a rookie in that area too, are you sure you want an advice from me?” I humbly say.“Cut the crap hyung. We have no time to give you compliments” JiYong caught my act and quickly open my cards.“Ji, if I were you, I’d treat me very nicely…” I hiss at our leader. Did he forget that I could open his cards too?"Ne, hyung" Jiyong whimpers quickly. That kid is really whipped.“SeungHyun-ssi, do you have any pointers?” Hana butts in, startles me. She never once asked for my help. Her plea gives me a slight ego boost and after the little incident at the airplane earlier, I need it.“Ah… Hana-ya…Well, you should always set in your mind that you are not Lee Hana. Instead, you are the character in that scene. You make your own story in your head about how that person would act in that given situation and that’s how you portray it. You should completely forget who you really are, instead, putting in the character’s identity into your mind”I begin to throw all of my knowledge of acting for Hana. It’s nice to know that I finally play part in her road to debut, just like Seungri, Youngbae and Jiyong did. I remember a week ago, Daesung and I were complaining to Seungri about how Hana never asked for our help. But I guess now only Daesung can complain.“Whoahh.... hyung! I can feel your awesomeness all the way here!” Seungri cheers as I finish my short lecture about acting.“Shut up. I still want to kill you, Maknae-ah” I naturally hiss.Laughter is on the other end before Seungri finally says, “Arassoo hyung… I’ll call you later, annyeong!” before he hang up the phone.I look at my phone and heave out a large breath. I know I am still really annoyed at Seungri. He always does stuff like this. Giving out our numbers, trying to get more network by selling our names off or just plainly being too friendly with everyone. But there’s something about him. You just can’t stay mad at him for too long.Suddenly, my phone vibrates again. Unknown number. I furrow my eyebrows. I always hated it when I receive a call from a number that I don’t know. I barely use my phone as it is so when I use it, I really want to use it for someone I actually know. I was about to press reject but something in my guts tell me no. What if it’s Hana? What if she needs another pointer? Seunghyun oppa must come to the rescue!I quickly pick up my phone, giddy by the thought of me being useful for Hana. “Yeobuseyo?”Silence and sounds of rustling are from the other side.“Yeobuseyo” I repeat.Grunt and more rustling can be heard from the other end.I sigh. Maybe it’s a wrong number.I was about to press the red button when voices are coming from the phone.“Ya!! Let go!!” A high voice says and later muffled.“Give me back!!!” Another voice sounds fiercer than the other. The voice sounds… familiar.I place the phone back to my ear, somehow intrigued by the situation on the other line. I hope it’s not a criminal activity that’s going on right there. If it is, I’m changing my number.“This is why I didn't tell you!!!” The fierce voice shouts, making me jump, and thuds and grunts again replacing the words.“Ya!!! Don’t hang up the phone, Seohee-ya!!” The high voice yells before the line went flat.  What?  

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