TOP - Chapter 11 (1/1)

We are both standing face to face, feeling a sudden awkwardness in the air. Now that we are left alone, no words can be exchanged. He looks nervous as he twiddles with his sleeves and shifts his weight from one foot to another. He looks around the room but intentionally look away when his eyes reaches me. I am speechless, not knowing what to do. Where the hell is Jiyong when I need one? At least he’s funny and sociable. He makes the atmosphere light and cheerful, unlike this stoic guy who always makes me feel the jitters. “You want to go home?” He asks as he stares at his feet. “Can I?” I reply. “Of course you can” He answers, kicking the ground softly. “It’s not like you’re a prisoner” “Will you taunt me at work again?” I eye him warily. “No” He replies with a sulking tone. “You don’t like having me around so why should I bother” He mumbles. I study him closer. Taking his fixtures in. He is really good-looking; I have to admit that. His jaw is sharp his nose is tall and his lips are thin. His eyes are deep and his posture is elegant. I can see why women like him, but I don’t see why they say that he has charisma. All I can see now is a little sulking baby. He pouts his lips while his eyes are staring down on the floor. Occasionally he would kick the legs of the table gently, unconsciously making a beat by himself. It is obvious that he’s sulking and I wish I could say that it’s not because of me. But I know it is. Damn it! I sigh and drop myself back onto the sofa. I rub my nape from a sudden faint headache I got from dealing with this huge infant. “What do you want?” “Huh?” he looks up to me. “What do you want me to do? Just hurry up and say it” I rub my temples to ease the ache. “Errr… I want you to stay… Isn’t it obvious?” He blushes. “Doing what?” “I don’t know… Jiyong told me to just talk…” He says unsure. “You listen to him a lot, don’t you?” “He knows more about girls than I do” He shrugs, “He got Hana, after all” “Getting Hana was a big accomplishment?” I ask, wanting to let the conversation flow. I’ve decided to let my guard down. After all, I figured that he’s just a big giant baby who needs attention. In dealing with kids, you can’t be strict. You need to be patient and understanding. So that’s exactly what I’m doing. “Yeah” He eases his tone, “The drama between them is so fucked up that I’m surprised Hana accepted him” “Hana is an idol too, I assume?” “Yeah…” He jumps on to the table to sit, “She just recently debuted” “How’s the media handling it?” “The media doesn’t know, of course. Even the boss doesn’t know. If he does, I think Jiyong ‘s career will go bye-bye, which means, so will ours” He folds his legs up on the table, looking more comfortable. “Your career connected to his because you’re a band?” “No, because he’s our leader and composer. Without him, there would be no BigBang anymore” He replies, darker this time. “Ah… So he’s the one who writes your song? Impressive” I nod. “I write too!” he quickly boasts, “ I write my own part for every song. Jiyong is the one who compiles it together. But I write my own material!” “You do?” He nods eagerly. “I figured after watching you free-styling earlier” I say, making him blushes slightly. “Yeah… because I can’t rap his lyrics, and he can’t rap mine. We have completely different style but I guess that’s why we go along together well. There’s no competition between us” He shrugs. “Rap sounds the same to me” I can’t help let out a snide remark. He chuckles, “I know that about you. You prefer Jazz, if I’m not mistaken?” “How do you know?!” “Your friend told me” He says. Kara is going to hell, for sure. “She’s really nice, your friend” He comments. “She smiles a lot and really friendly. She is pretty too. I think she is a fun person to hang out with” “Well you should’ve bring her here instead, then” I snap, surprising both him and I. “Uh…” He stares at me in surprise, “I’d rather have you here, though…” I huff. Why am I suddenly feeling all sensitive over this? Of course he would like Kara. She’s fun, flirtatious and pretty. Any men would want her and they would eventually got her. Why am I being a bitch over it? “H-h-how about you? Why are you choosing to be a stewardess?” he is obviously trying to shift the mood. “Because it’s the only job that I can do well” “I’m sure you can do a lot of things” He says. “No I cant. I don’t have a degree so I cant work in the office. I’m old so restaurants wouldn’t want to hire me because of my high wage. I’m pretty bad in arts so any artistic career would be off limits. So what else? Stewardess fits me the best” “It does suits you…” He lowers his gaze as his ears redden. “I know it does. I’m well at it” I boast, making him raise his head and flash me a genuine smile. Wow. Where did that handsome-ness comes from? “You are very knowledgeable with wine” He says. “I was so impressed by it that I stuttered” “I know. You were like an idiot, asking for Pauillac on a freaking Korean Air” I scoff. “I was trying to impress you” He murmurs and the innocence that oozes out of his words shakes my heart. “Well... Uh…” I lost my train of thoughts. “Don’t do that again. You sound stupid” “Okay” He nods innocently. I let my eyes run around the room while I try to settle down my heart. Why is it racing all of a sudden? Is it because of fear? Do I sense danger? “How do you know Pauillac, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asks, taking my attention again. “Um…” I wonder should I go for honesty or not. “I’ve tasted them” I go for honesty. “You have??” His eyes are wide open in awe. “Where?” “At a party in St. Tropez” I reply. “You’ve been to St. Tropez?!” His interest peaked even more. “Yeah on a family holiday” I answer uncaringly. “Wow… You must have a rich family” He stares at me in amazement. “Had. Past tense. No longer” I correct him. “Wha..at?” He stutters. “My father had a successful textile factory before his partner back stabbed him and stole the money away. We went bankrupt almost immediately” I explain simply. I don’t like telling the story in full details; people will put pity on me even more. “What an ass…” He mutters. “Huh?” “Your dad’s partner, he must be a total ass” He explains. He doesn’t give me an apologetic look or even pity. He just showed me… empathy. This is… the first. “Did you kick his ass?” He asks. “No. I… I just find ways to make money” I explain. His non-chalantness over this matter is refreshing. I didn’t expect this at all. “Where’s your family now?” “In Busan. My dad now tries on small fishing company” I explain. “So you live in Seoul alone?” “Yeah…” I stare at him, stupefied. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He touches his face, suddenly feeling self-concsious. “You just… wow…” I lost for words. “I didn’t expect you would respond so… casually over this. People would cry or try to console me whenever I told them this. But you… You just…” “Do you want me to console you?” He cocks his head. “No. No. Not at all” I shake my head profusely. “I thought so. I don’t think you’d like it if I put pity on you.” He gazes at me warmly. “Thank you…” For the first time since I met him, I finally see him as a decent human being. “Thank you for your response” I smile involuntarily. He suddenly lowers his head the moment I smile. His nape reddens and his ears are the color or dark velvet. “Don’t smile like that. My chest tickles when you smile like that” Suddenly, the door abruptly opens and Jiyong comes in like a storm, all panicking and terrified. He immediately runs for his hyung. “Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!!” He screams in terror. “What??” Seunghyun jumps off the table in shock while Hana walks in the room too, looking nervous. “Seungri is downstairs! Fuck! Hana told him that she’s at MBC earlier! He didn’t know she’s here! Help us!!” Jiyong grabs Hana by the shoulder and hold her tight. “Fuck. What am I suppose to do? What excuse should we make? Hana as your duet partner for your song??” Seunghyun offers an option. “We’ve used that before! Next! What? What?” Jiyong is panicking while Hana is slowly paling. None of them realize my existence. “Hana has to re-do her back-up track??” Seunghyun offers another option. “She said that yesterday!” Jiyong declines. “Omma… Eotteokhae eotteokhae!” Hana is shaking until her eyes caught mine. “Eonni!!” She beams. “Neh?” “Can you play along??” She grabs my hands and begs with her eyes. “We could say that I’m here because Seunghyun oppa wants me too meet you” “What?” How am I being dragged in this? “Please, eonni? Please…?” She begs. Her big round eyes are so pitiful that I have no other option but to nod. “Hyung?” Another voice comes from the door and the man that causes the ruckus walks in, just in time. “Eh? Hana?” “Oppa!” Hana rushes to Seungri’s side and hug him, showing him her aegyo but I can see a trace of fear in her eyes. “What are you doing here?” Seungri asks his sister while he scans the room. “I invited her. I want her to meet Seohee” Seunghyun replies confidently. Wow. He’s an actor, indeed. “Seohee?” Seungri’s forehead scrunches until his eyes found me, then he beams. “Stewardess noona!!” He opens his arms wide and walks towards me. Seungri doesn’t reach me though. Seunghyun grabs his collar tightly, stopping him from moving any closer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Greeting my noona!” Seungri chirps. Behind Seungri, I see Jiyong and Hana fist bumps one another. “Not that way. Go” Seunghyun jerks Seungri back, making him stumble but his grin never leaves his face. “So we are at the stage of meeting the family, are we?” Seungri wiggles his eyes. “I just want Hana to meet her. I think they both have a lot of things in common” Seunghyun reasons. “Really? So why is Ji hyung here too?” Seungri turns his head to the man who was shaking earlier. “I… I wanted to work on a song” Jiyong replies quickly. “Ah…” Seunri nods. “We should double date!” He claps. “Double date? With who?” Seunghyun eyes Seungri apprehensively. “You with stewardess noona and me with my date, of course!” Seungri answers proudly. “Who’s your date?” Hana asks. “I don’t know. Don't have any...Well, I guess I have to start looking! Annyeong!” He skips and waves goodbye, taking his sister arms with him as he goes outside. The moment Seungri and Hana leaves, the studio turns quiet. I can’t believe what just happened. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t process the event properly. “Well…” Jiyong starts. “What was that?!” I gush. Seunghyun chuckles, “This is the drama that I’m talking about. Seungri doesn’t know that this moron is dating his sister. If he does, hell would break loose. Seungri is very protective over his sister. You can see how he takes his sister away earlier? That’s because he doesn’t want his sister to be in the same room as both of us.” “But you date her anyway?!” I ask Jiyong in disbelief. “I tried not too…” Jiyong pouts. “But he succumb to the power of love!” Seunghyun declares dramatically before he chuckles loudly. “They find it amusing” Jiyong points at the laughing Seunghyun. “Who wouldn’t?! The leader of BigBang is scared of the maknae! That’s an awesome title for a breaking news!” I immediately laugh. This is so unexpected. It feels so… normal. Like I’m talking to the neighborhood boys who are worried over girls from the other neighborhood. It’s cute. “Aish!” Jiyong ruffles his hair. “I was planning a dinner with Hana! Now it’s ruined!” “I’ll come to a dinner with you!” Seunghyun teases. “Really?” Jiyong’s eyes flickers in return mischief. “I’d rather having a dinner with Seohee, though” Seunghyun’s form tenses so visibly that Jiyong laughs almost immediately. “You’re too obvious, hyung! I’ll get going then. I’ll try to call Chaelin or Youngbae to company me” He says as he walks outside. Just before he closes the door, “Try not to get down and dirty in here. This is the place I spent most of my time in! Annyeong, kids!”

Another chapter with G-Hana! I told you i'd link it back to my "Dream" story! G-Hana will appear in this story every now and then! :) I'm so glad that you still remember G-Hana, though! :) <3 <3 <3Feelings bloomed! wee!