**I felt like writing a bit tonight, so I came up with this T.O.P x you scenario. It might be a little rough but I hope you all enjoy! I'd love to know what you think!**

You were drunk, a state in which you rarely found yourself in. You had been so stressed with work for the past three months that you were actually beyond your breaking point. You didn’t enjoy any of it anymore. The concerts, the travel, the recording….you were so exhausted that you didn’t want to get out of bed in the mornings. You even caught yourself silently crying in the middle of a concert last week as you stood waiting for your cue to sing. No one else had noticed, but you could feel your heart breaking right there on stage in front of thousands. The life you had worked so hard to build for yourself was draining you, and if your wildest dreams could leave you in such a dark place, then how were you ever going to make it? Maybe this life wasn’t actually possible for a shy, quiet girl like you. Maybe you weren’t star material.

 You were feeling exceptionally low when you and your other YG label mates were scheduled to make a guest appearance at a new club in Singapore, so you figured you’d just have a couple of drinks to help blow off steam. A couple turned into six, maybe seven drinks, and before you knew it you didn’t even know where you were. You saw a blur of faces….Ji Yong dancing with you, catching you when you threatened to topple over. Youngbae holding you by your elbows, asking if you were ok. Then someone, was it Ji Yong? He yelled for Seung-hyun to come get you. He said you were asking for him. Why were you asking for him? You’d never want him to see you like this. Seung-hyun was the person who was most like you. He was shy and quiet too, but he seemed to handle it better. He understood when you felt nervous before a big event, and when you didn’t feel like contributing during press conferences and interviews. He understood why you’d often sneak out of a party for a few minutes to find a moment of peace out on a forgotten balcony. He would join you, and you’d have conversations with him about anything and everything on your mind. He wouldn’t pressure you to cheer up and come back inside as the others who found you hiding did. He’d wait until you were ready, and if you were never ready, he’d stay with you.

 Because he was of such comfort to you, you needed to be near him. You felt the safest near him, and at the moment everything was out of control. When you were onstage and became shaky with fright, you’d look to him in the crowd because just seeing him brought back your stability. When you performed with him, he’d keep eye contact with you to calm your nerves. Sometimes before a big show he’d take your hand for a few moments before you took the stage. He wouldn’t say anything, because he knew you needed a little quiet in all the chaos. He’d just take your hand discreetly while you drew a deep breath, squeezing it before letting it go and lightly your hair as you departed for the stage. It was his way of saying he believed in you, because for as talented and fierce as you were, you couldn’t always believe in yourself. So when the world was swirling around you and you were about to give in, you needed him to be there to take your hand and make you believe you could come out of it. You could come out of the stress of your career and the turmoil you were feeling on the inside, but you needed him to reassure you of that.

“I’ve got you, ___,” Seung-hyun told you as he caught you in an embrace.

Your head landed on his chest as you stumbled into him, and the vibrations of his deep voice against your cheek made you smile.

“Seung-hyun……” You trailed off.

“We’re leaving, ok?”

His arm went around you, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder. He used his other arm to gently push people out of the way so that you’d have an easier time getting through. Your legs were wobbling terribly and the lights mixed with the sound of bass in the club were making you dizzy. The club was connected to a hotel, so as soon as you reached the lobby he scooped you up and carried you onto the elevator.

“Seung-hyun….” You slurred his name. “I’m never like this….I….I’m sorry……”

“It’s alright, ____” He whispered soothingly. “We just need to get you in bed.”

“No,” You protested, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “I need some air. Please…..”

“Ok. I’ll take care of you.”

Seung-hyun carried you off the elevator and sat you down gently in front of the entrance to a room. It must have been his because he scanned a card to open the door. You attempted to step in before him but fell to your knees. He quickly picked you up again. This time your legs wrapped around his waist and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. With one arm under your and the other around your waist, he carried you like a child over to the balcony connecting to his room. The night air felt unbelievably refreshing on your bare legs and back and the sound of the city humming below was strangely comforting. You took a deep breath before nuzzling your face into his neck again. He smelled amazing. He had a clean scent, smelling just enough like cologne to be noticeable but nothing over the top.

“You smell wonderful, Seung-hyun,” You mumbled.

He laughed as he leaned against the wall near the balcony doorway, still holding you to him.

“How much did you drink, ___?”

“Hmmmhmm-enough I guess. But really, you smell gooood…..”

Suddenly you felt silly. Why would you say that to him?

“Thank you, ___. Tell me, are you ok lately? This is different for you…..”

You pondered his question in your cloudy mind, trying to piece words together that would make sense.

“I…I….ahh, I’m not sure, Seung-hyun. Everything is-it’s strange now…..”

“I know, love. I’ve been worried for you.”

“Wha….you can tell?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he began to gently rock you and you felt the warmth of his hand rubbing small circles on your back. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, but as you registered what he had just said they tightened into a definite embrace. He saw your pain. He knew, and like every other time, he understood. You felt an intense desperation to be closer to him.

“Oppa….” You whispered. “Oppa.”

“Yes?”

“I love you, Oppa.”

You closed your eyes as you felt him lean into you. He placed his hand on the back of your head and buried his face in your hair.

“You’re drunk, ____,” He whispered into your ear. “You don’t know what you are saying.”

“I am drunk, Seung-hyun, but I love you. I know I love you.”

He moved your hair out of the way with the hand that was at the back of your head and looked you in the eye. You blinked lazily, taking in the sight of his beautiful and dark stare. He smiled before trailing light kisses down your jaw.

“I love you too, _____. I’ve known that I love you.”

His voice was deep and raspy, filled with emotion that you had never heard before. You felt the most wonderful pressure in your chest, but you must have succumbed to your drunken stupor soon after that as all memory was lost until the next morning when you woke in his bed. You were still fully clothed but tucked neatly under the covers. Seung-hyun was snoring softly beside you, fully clothed as well but on top of the covers. You raised up and attempted to piece together the night before. You were able to remember most things like drinking a series of mixed drinks, being helped out of the club and falling in the doorway. You weren’t alarmed that you were in Seung-hyun’s room because you remember him helping you, but everything else was all fuzzy and uncertain. Suddenly you felt your face grow hot as you thought about all the crazy things you must have said to him. You probably embarrassed the living hell out of yourself. You looked over at him, his handsome face calm and gentle during sleep. After a few moments he stirred and his eyes fluttered open to look at you. He smiled and chuckled softly.

“Good morning, love…..”

Suddenly, at hearing the sound of his voice, a detail from the night before hit you clear as day.

I love you too, ____. I’ve known that I love you.

You smiled back at him, the heat leaving your face and a blissful pressure rising in your chest. This was the best you’d felt in months.