First Love

~I'll always be yours even when you don't want me~

This fan fiction is of the one and only childish man; T.O.P. let me deeply apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes that I make. One of my first times that I'm writing one and yeah, I know that it sucks so please give me your feedback and rebuke me because that is the only way that I will learn how to write. Feel free to scrutinize it, because this storyline came to me in the form of a dream…..yep, my dreams are very weird ^o^ Big thanks to my friends who encouraged me to go all the way; so yeah, thank you and although its not the best, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.


1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The sasaeng fan girls swarmed around him, desperate to take photos and handle him with their hands outstretched, to stroke him and let their wandering hands grope him in uncomfortable places.

 This was the life of a celebrity and it was one of the turn offs for him, it was probably the only one. There was no privacy, even though he did a pretty good job hiding himself and his relationships from the press, the extremity and the lengths that the sasaengs would take; their habits could only been seen as those of a stalkers’. Their stalkerish ways were intense and incomparable; to call them stalkers would be understating their obsessive nature and lifestyle.

He had definitely picked the wrong time and day to go shopping alone. Picking up the pace he walked faster, desperate to shy away from the blatant attention he was receiving, not being able to resist the temptation he looked back once or twice and immediately regretted the action as the masses behind him grew more passionate. He felt a tug and abruptly came to a stop, a tearing sound punctured his ears as his top stretched across his skin, and he gasped suddenly as he felt a gush of cold air prickling him. The sudden realization that he was topless seeped in as he fell to the cold ground face first; his palms slapped the smooth floor. He crouched there, on all fours, paralysed from the attack. How could they be so aggressive, if touching him in places wasn't enough!

The screams and shouts were shrouded out by the deafening pulse in his ears, unable to think straight, what was he to do now? If he stood up then they would see all of his body. His body tensed at the thought of all the press and the humiliation he would receive, his muscles flexed, this brought all his veins to the surface of his skin. He could feel his warmth escaping his body. He was brought to his senses by a heavenly touch that lingered on his shoulder, transferring the warmth that he had lost to the rest of his body. He glanced to the left to be mesmerised by the beauty of the girl that knelt down beside him with her hand on his shoulder, holding out her oversized leather jacket. Her small beautiful face was framed by her cascading dark brown hair, unwilling to meet his intense gaze she focused her eyes downwards. He was unconsciously frustrated by this as he wished to see her eyes; the well known saying came to mind ‘a person’s eyes are the key to a person’s soul’ and he found not long afterwards as she looked up, that hers were deep green, brimming with secrets and outlined with her dark long eyelashes. She spoke but the words never reached him as he was captured by her soft pink lips, wondering whether they really were as soft as they looked. She held his gaze, longer than most people would have dared but not long enough to satisfy him with her beauty. His awed expression was palpable on his face as her lips tipped up and she stood up to leave. He had knelt down on his knees and he wondered when he had placed himself in that position as he picked up the jacket and quickly scrabbled to put it on. Relief washed through him as he realised that it just about fit him, the leather was supple and snug as it wrapped around him blanketing him from the outwardly elements that the sasaengs were.

He got to his feet slowly admiring the strong malicious aura that surrounded her friends as they stood in front of the sasaeng girls rooting the quivering fear of their anger within them, deep to their bones. He felt slightly apologetic to the sasaengs because they were still nonetheless his fans, even if they were a tad extreme. The bloodcurdling aura that surrounded her friends was enough to persuade a person to dig their own grave and lie in it; he was sorry yet thankful as it distressed his ‘fans’ enough, to leave silently.

The three turned to face him and he immediately took the chance to analyse them as he would probably not get another chance to do so, so thoroughly. As he began he came to a stop as the two crowded around him, yet the person he was looking for lingered behind in the distance.

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