My Roommate is Famous...? (a T.O.P/BigBang Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3!!!

The Next Day!

When I wake up the next morning it's 8:00. I shower, eat and get dressed, and then decide I should probably draw a design or two, since I probably won't get a chance to later today. I sit down at my desk and begin to create an outfit. My inspiration is what Seung Hyun was wearing yesterday. I'm using the same style and colours, but modifying it to make it seem like I'm not just copying him... which I'm not... I don't think.

Anyway, the design turns out really nice! I begin thinking of something else and end up drawing a girls outfit; bright pink shorts, with black lace leggings underneath and a fancy-ish flowy shirt with a simple but cute, bomber style pink jacket. This outfit is pretty vibrant for an everyday outfit... usually the Koreans here like earth toned things. Bright, flashy colours are usually reserved for the Idols and entertainers. My knowledge on Korean fashion comes mainly from seeing what everyone around me is wearing while I've lived here for the past year. But some of it also comes from what my friend Clary has told me. She's also studying fashion, and dreams of becoming a Korean fashion designer. She's younger than me so she's still in school, but she actually knows a lot more about Asian fashion than I do. She makes sure all of the clothes in her wardrobe are at least somewhat Asian inspired. When she finishes school this spring I've heard that she plans on moving to Seoul as well! I'm sure she will be a lot more successful than I will be :) Our plan used to be to open a studio together, but I'm not really sure if we still will or not. I guess we'll see what happens.

Now it's 11:00, and I don't have anything left to.... Seung Hyun is picking me up at 12, so I still have some time until then. I may as well do something other than just sitting around so I leave the apartment and start walking along the street. The streets are loud and crowded, much different than my home town in Canada, but I don't mind. After a year, I've gotten used to it. My feet move automatically down the familiar street and eventually stop in front of a certain shop. I used to come here every day, until the owners decided that they couldn't afford to keep it. This is where I used to work. It was a fashion design studio. People who were looking for unique or custom clothes would come by and we (the designers) would design fashions for them, according to what they wanted. It was a huge success, but or some reason the owners went bankrupt... I have my suspicions that they got into something bad. Drugs or gangs or something like that probably. They didn't seem like those kinds of people but, I guess you never really know someone as well as you think you do. I stare blankly at the buidling in front of me. remembering how it used to look. There was a bright pink sign with large swirly, black letters stating what business we were. The door was also bright pink and the rest of the building was painted grey with white and black trim. Yep, it was a unique building, so it drew peoples attention. Therefore we had pretty good business! The windows were always lit, and had examples of our designs hanging up. Now though, the windows are dark and empty and he door has been painted a dull shade of brown...

Awww :(

I'm about to leave when I catch sight of a piece of paper stuck to the door. Curious, I walk over to read it. In bold letters it says: NEW OWNERS. BUILDING TO BE TORN DOWN AND CONVERTED.

WHAAAAAT??? Rage flows through me and I clench my hands into fists, crumpling the corner of the paper that I was holding. Why would they tear it down???? It's a perfectly good building! This place means so much to me! I was planning on buying it one day and starting the business again.... I guess I should have known that, that wouldn't be possible....

Another one of my silly dreams, crushed.

I stand there staring at the paper for a while. Sadness and frustration and anger all mixed up inside of me. Finally, I take a deep breath and I step back, away from the door. I'm about to turn around and head back to my apartment, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whirl around, prepared to face a thief or a killer, but instead I find myself face to face with my soon-to-be roommate. Seung Hyun is looking at me with a weird epression. Without saying anything, he moves his hand from my shoulder up to my face and gently brushes away a tear. I hadn't realized that I was crying... That's so embarrassing! I reach up and grab his hand from my face, meaning to remove it, and then let it go. But instead, he wraps his hand around mine and lowers them both down together.