TOP Secret (T.O.P FanFiction)

Chapter 27: Japanese, Teacher, Dancer, & Photographer?

×Elise's POV×

"Wait wait wait, so you used to do dance, do photography, and learned Japanese but your parents thought it would be more appropriate to teach?"

I nod my head and bite the inside of my lips. "Yup." For about an hour, the whole group and I had sat down in the living room just to talk about our past. When a question about me came up, a dozen more soon bubbled from their minds and bursts out from their lips.

"But why didn't you keep dancing?"

Jiyong leans back in his chair, his hand placed on his chin while his elbow rested on the bar beside him. I shrug my shoulders and look at Daesung who raises his hand to ask another question. "How come we don't see you dance now?"

I stare at his dark brown eyes in search for an answer. My mouth opens to speak but I quickly shut it as I realise that my response still hasn't come to me yet. "I'm not sure."

"Tell me this," I hear someone say from my side. "How did you end up doing all four so well?"

I stand up from my seat, kissing Seung Hyun on the cheek before walking to the door with Jiyong's keys in hand. "Just like you all became idols. Lots of practice, and I have a very obnoxious wealthy family."

"Where are you going?"

I slip on some sandals and turn the knob to one side, keeping the door closed so the cold air wouldn't sneak in. "To the store, we need more food for tomorrow."

"Shit!" Jiyong curses loud enough for us all to hear. I stare at him as confused as ever. The others give him odd looks as if they didn't understand why he'd swore either. "I forgot we had a concert this week."

"You forgot the schedule, I can't believe you forgot about a concert Hyung! How can you forget, it's not even possible to forget!" Seungri shoots up from the couch, clearly over reacting.

Now's my chance. I quickly open the door before heading down the stairs into the parking lot. One in a fight with Seungri about a schedule, you're never out.

My hand reaches out for the car's freezing door handle before I quickly jump in, turning the heater on immediately. "Damn. Its so cold." I put my hand up to the flowing wake of hot air before settling in and adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Here I go, off to buy about half the store just for five boys and one girl.

Those boys eat like pigs.

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I sigh, grabbing the milk before dripping in the cart which was already filled with other ingredients and yummy junk food. "Aish, why so boys eat so much."

I lead the cart farther down the dairy isle, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I near the busy cash register.

Grumbling at the sight of so many customers, I rest my chin on my hand that was leaned up against my already-full shopping cart.

About 8 minutes pass until I can finally go up and place my groceries towards the register. I stare up at the little screen as it flashed little green numbers at me. Finally when it stops I open my wallet and pull out a card. These boys are killing me.

×Taeyang's POV×

"I think she should be a YG dancer."

I hear Jiyong choke on his coffee before slamming it down on the table. "A what?"

"That's too cliche," Seung Hyun adds in as he walks away from the kitchen with cookie crumbs sprinkled around his lips. He licks them off before leaning on my arm rest and staring at me. "It's like in movies, when the band member dates a girl who's part of the back up dancers."