Chapter Three: What was I thinking about again?
Daesung POV
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People probably wonder how idols go shopping. I mean, don't people flag us down? The thought makes me smile, but everyone thinks I'm an easy smiler. I like my smile - I look better when I smile. However, even when I smile I'm not the most attractive of my group. It's a fact I'm okay with - I'm my own self and I'm happy being myself with no surgery to change me..except that one surgery to fix the nodules*, but that didn't really change my appearance that helped me still sing.
Oh, god, I don't know what I would do if I couldn't sing anymore. I mean I would definitely go back and sit my exams, but they would take a while. I'd probably have to move back in with my parents and the shame of it all...
What was I thinking about again?
Oh yeah, how celebrities get to shop. I love shopping, I don't know it's so stress relieving. The favorite guys I like to shop with are Ji and TOP mainly because Ji values his clothes** and TOP picks out wonderful clothes. Anyway, I just wish there were more choices for us. We have regular stores (some of them) and then really fancy expensive stores that sell super thin retarded fabric - I think ShinEE buys their clothes at those stores; not to say that ShinEE is retarded, just that that seems to be their style of clothing. Personally, I prefer more durable clothing that I can wear multiple times without being afraid of it tearing.
That's why I like shopping with TOP, he knows just what I like. Man, that guy can read me like a book. He always smiles when he picks out something I like; it's probably because I squeal like a girl whenever I see something I like. It's a nasty habit that I get teased for, but at least TOP doesn't make fun of me for it. I don't think I'd be able to stand it if he did too.
Speaking of the boy, I wonder why he's taking so long in the shower. He only has...fifteen minutes before I leave his cute butt. I smile again when I remember that interview when he said his butt was the feature of him that he had better than the rest of us***. Of course, I said my smile. Though, in retrospective, I think TOP has a pretty good smile - but he doesn't smile often or show his teeth. I think he's bothered by his crooked tooth. I personally think it's adorable - because it's the only flaw on his perfect body...
My face flushes and I bit my grinning face as I realize where my thoughts are taking me. And then, I let the cool wash over me because I know I'll never tell him. Even if..even if he was like me, he's too...driven to want a relationship. To him, his career comes first. Is that why I like him? Because he has what I want? Pure drive? Or do I like him because of his personality...his body. I feel the blush creep up again and I try to refocus my thoughts.
What was I thinking about again?
I don't have time to trace back through my brain when I see TOP coming around the hall. His hair is still slightly wet, droplets hanging on the strands of his low bangs. I swallow, my tongue thick.
"Are you happy? Lets go," his deep voice echoes with grumpiness, but I know he'll thank me for it later. I'm the only one who knows how to make him truly happy; this fact is something I'm selfishly proud of. I wouldn't let someone else take that privilege away from me unless I was dead.
I smile easy at seeing his face, his lips scrunched with displeasure. I wish I could relax them... I try yet again to pull out of this daze. "Of course I'm happy. You're my favorite guy to shop with." I say sincerely.
He smiles at my compliment and - wait is that a faint blush? Did he really like my compliment? He should be used to thousands of praises on his personality, his voice, on him. "Well, I'm glad. Otherwise I would question why you would want me to come with you." He says this jokingly.
He walks close to me, closer than the average person in a regular conversation. I smile, a light blush creeping up on my face when I say, "To torture you, obviously." A grin spreads on my face.
He grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. His smirk creeps on his face; I imagine I feel the whisper of his breath when he says, "Not torture if you like it." Then he releases me, and walks past me. A thousand innuendos going streaking through my head. I need help.
"I'm driving." He mentions nonchalantly as I'm left standing there, breathing hard and feeling as if I'm not breathing. He does things like that to me all the time and he usually on does it to me, but occasionally to Seungri too. Seungri's also kinda close to TOP, so he must do it to his friends. I'm overanalyzing. God, I need to get my mind off of him.
What was I thinking about again? Hell, what can I think about besides him?
He sticks his head back in the door, I'm still planted firmly where I was down the hall. "Are you coming, Dae?" There's a trace of uncertainty in his voice; almost as if he was afraid I wasn't coming anymore. That makes me smile - that TOP actually wants me (for something at least).
"Have I ever been known to stand you up?" I feign hurt, and let my mind self squeal in delight when I realize the way I phrase the rhetorical question sounds like we're going on a date. How I wish.
A genuine smiles spreads across his face, causing my chest to warm, and he says softly, "Never."
He leaves, knowing I'll follow him. Hell, I'll follow him for the rest of my life. Even if it leads to nowhere. But that ever-so-slim chance of it leading somewhere.. I smile to myself and unglue my feet, walking to the door.
Once in the car, I refocus my brain on the task ahead. It wasn't really about shopping, it was more about getting TOP's mind off of his worries - script, music, Ji. I look down at my feet at the last one. He thinks he hides it well, but everyone else knows he's aggravated at Ji - and has been since we started. He is always so polite though, and he has many good days where he is kind to Ji, so the problem really goes unmentioned. And I don't think he's actually upset at Ji, just upset at Ji's position. I mean, TOP has worked really hard for the success he has - not that Ji hasn't but... Ji has kind of always been in the music business. Except for those few years he bailed when he wasn't sure he wanted to be a musician****. Plus TOP is older, and Ji always asks for his help when big decisions need to be made... I can see why he would be so upset.
I snap out of my thoughts when a finger snaps in my face. "Anyone home up there?" TOP asks me, mimicking my question earlier. He places the hand he snapped in front of my face on my seat's head piece. I push away the desire for him to place that hand on my shoulder, around my waist.
Wait, didn't he ask me a question?
"Yeah, I'm just thinking sorry." I apologize, a sheepish smile forming on my face.
One side of his lips curl up and his voice is warm. "I've never seen you that quiet for so long. Especially with it just being the two of us."
I imagined the extra meaning in the last sentence. Yup, totally did. "Sorry," I apologize again, not sure what else to say. No one else tangles up my words and frees my voice at the same time like TOP.
"Watcha thinking about?" TOP is striving to keep the conversation alive. I know he likes talking especially when it's just the two of us. I shiver at that saying again - just the two of us. I must have thought up the extra meaning..the added weight.
What was I thinking about again? Dangit, I suck at remembering; I only remember thinking about him and I doubt he wants to hear that.
"You know, I honestly don't remember." I say, laughing. He laughs too, making snide comments about how I probably just don't want to tell him what I'm thinking about.
He's only partially right, and a little white lie never hurt anyone. Actually it could save our friendship and me from coming out of the closet.
We've reached the gates that lead to the closed shopping center. You have to provide ID to get in, not because celebrities are noobs, but we like to shop in peace too.
Once we show our IDs, the gates open and TOP drives slowly in. He turns to see a crazy grin plastered on my face, and a little smile comes from him out of finding my expression funny. There's a sparkle in his eyes, different that usual but I don't try to figure it out. He moves slightly away from me and says, "What?"
I feel like I've made him slightly uncomfortable but I can't get this look off my face. Instead I giggle (oh god did I really just giggle), and say, "Nothing. It's just always fun to shop with you."
He parks the car and says, "Of course it is. When it's just you and me, times like this are perfect." He smiles, full blown, and then gets out of the car.
'You're perfect..' I think, wishing I didn't imagine that extra meaning hiding in his words.
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A/N:
*Daesung once had voice nodules (common for singers) that he had to get surgery to remove.
**Ji said once that his prized possessions are his clothes (hats, shoes, etc) because once you lose them, you can't get them back.
***Happened in a real interview. Dae said his smile, Taeyang said his dancing, GD said his song writing skills, Seungri said his confidence, and TOP said his butt cheeks.
****GD actually left the industry for a few years, unsure if he wanted to be a musician.
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