Appearances can be deceiving V.1
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She nodded to him and then turned around to face the bar again, pushing away her drink.
T.O.P. frowned. Until now he had been able to convince every woman in here with this, they had accepted the drink and joined him in the corner, enjoying having the attention of a well-groomed specimen and giver, as well as the exclusive corner.
He waved the waiter back to his table and ordered another, different kind of drink for her with confidence that she would accept this time. Again, she thanked him but pushed the drink away. Slightly offended, T.O.P. eventually stood up and went over to the bar to the empty stool next to her.
"Hey there", he said, in what he figured must be a husky, sexy voice. The woman, who had her back facing him, turned around with a confused expression on her face. Recognition dawned upon her face but she settled for a polite smile. "Yes, how can I help you?"
"Well, I wondered why a beautiful woman like you would be doing out here alone?"
"I don't know why that would be any of your concern."
"Ah, feisty aren't we? Where are you from?"
The woman didn't know what possessed her to answer that question, maybe it was simply the spur of the moment, or she was impressed by his persistent nature.
"Germany, what about you?"
"Korea. T.O.P.'s the name by the way."
For a quick moment, his opponent looked like she smelled something fishy with distaste but that must have been his imagination, he was sure of it.
Instead of offering her own name she replied with a kind smile. "Nice to meet you… T.O.P." Then , she turned around again as if looking for somebody.
T.O.P. grew more irritated by the minute by her rude behavior. Why was this woman so difficult?
He caught a streak of her hair with his fingers and started again. "Who are you-" however he wasn't able to finish the sentence.
"Look, right at this moment you are getting on my nerves. After turning down 2 of your invitations I thought you would get the point, the latest after my hopefully polite but firm reaction of your direct approach. You are wasting your time on me. You are simply not my type, ok? So I hope we can part ways now and still enjoy this evening."
T.O.P. only sat there gaping at her. Never in his life had he been this much offended by anybody- especially a female! How could he not be her type? He was a self-confident, handsome/gorgeous man, with a lot of money, which he hopefully displayed with his designer clothes and accessories.
He was dumbstruck.
"Excuse me, Miss" he said, confused but derisive.
She only rolled her eyes and retorted. "You don't get it, do you? Ok, let me try once again." She paused slightly, letting her look gaze him up and down. He smirked confidently. "Your slope angled plucked, bushy end eyebrows and unnatural blond disgusts me. The short trimmed hair and way it's cut around your face annoy me, especially the strange fridge in the middle. The cut simply screams/emphasizes 'Bad Boy' or 'devil', in addition with your ear piercings. And I'm sorry if I appear shallow to you by judging you by your style, but I hardly know anything about your character, right? Only that you are riding one some almighty, high horse, inviting girls over drinks and sitting like a scared little kitten in the dark corner in hope somebody might take pity on you and your helpless attitude. Tackling something energetically might do something to some women, but it's a quality not every man knows how to master. Being persistent, although I thought I already showed you I'm not interested doesn't gain you any other positive points, I'm sorry. Now, if you'd excuse me, I'm about to meet somebody."
She turned around again and his first reaction after being slugged was he blinked rapidly. His second was a thought on how to answer for her insulting behavior. 'How could anyone want to meet up with her?'
"Hey, wait a minute here-" he had grabbed her by her left shoulder but before either could react, somebody joined her on the other side.
"Ah, here you are Caro! I'm sorry I'm late but there were some last minute arrangements for the staff."
Unbelieving, T.O.P. watched the scene unfold itself in front of him. The woman he had been occupied with was embraced by firm arms and pulled into a quick greeting kiss on the lips. But that wasn't what shocked him the most. He knew the voice from somewhere, it was familiar. However it couldn't be, could it?
"Yoochun…?"
The couple in front of him parted and he finally was able to see the face of the newcomer.
"T.O.P.? Man, is that you? Haven't seen you in ages and then we meet in freaking Vegas!" Yoochun radiated happiness from a mile away and smiled at him, offering him a hand, which he took in daze.
"Unfortunately I've plans already. Have you met my fiancee Caro already?" Unbelieving, T.O.P. watched the pair before him, the woman, Caro, looked confused as well, but reacted faster. "Yeah, we had the… pleasure to meet." T.O.P. only nodded.
"Oh, anyways, why don't you give me call? The guys and I will be here for 2 more days, maybe we can figure something out. See you then!"
And as fast as Yoochun had appeared, he disappeared again, only this time in tow with his German fiancee. He needed a drink. Right now.
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She nodded to him and then turned around to face the bar again, pushing away her drink.
T.O.P. frowned. Until now he had been able to convince every woman in here with this, they had accepted the drink and joined him in the corner, enjoying having the attention of a well-groomed specimen and giver, as well as the exclusive corner.
He waved the waiter back to his table and ordered another, different kind of drink for her with confidence that she would accept this time. Again, she thanked him but pushed the drink away. Slightly offended, T.O.P. eventually stood up and went over to the bar to the empty stool next to her.
"Hey there", he said, in what he figured must be a husky, sexy voice. The woman, who had her back facing him, turned around with a confused expression on her face. Recognition dawned upon her face but she settled for a polite smile. "Yes, how can I help you?"
"Well, I wondered why a beautiful woman like you would be doing out here alone?"
"I don't know why that would be any of your concern."
"Ah, feisty aren't we? Where are you from?"
The woman didn't know what possessed her to answer that question, maybe it was simply the spur of the moment, or she was impressed by his persistent nature.
"Germany, what about you?"
"Korea. T.O.P.'s the name by the way."
For a quick moment, his opponent looked like she smelled something fishy with distaste but that must have been his imagination, he was sure of it.
Instead of offering her own name she replied with a kind smile. "Nice to meet you… T.O.P." Then , she turned around again as if looking for somebody.
T.O.P. grew more irritated by the minute by her rude behavior. Why was this woman so difficult?
He caught a streak of her hair with his fingers and started again. "Who are you-" however he wasn't able to finish the sentence.
"Look, right at this moment you are getting on my nerves. After turning down 2 of your invitations I thought you would get the point, the latest after my hopefully polite but firm reaction of your direct approach. You are wasting your time on me. You are simply not my type, ok? So I hope we can part ways now and still enjoy this evening."
T.O.P. only sat there gaping at her. Never in his life had he been this much offended by anybody- especially a female! How could he not be her type? He was a self-confident, handsome/gorgeous man, with a lot of money, which he hopefully displayed with his designer clothes and accessories.
He was dumbstruck.
"Excuse me, Miss" he said, confused but derisive.
She only rolled her eyes and retorted. "You don't get it, do you? Ok, let me try once again." She paused slightly, letting her look gaze him up and down. He smirked confidently. "Your slope angled plucked, bushy end eyebrows and unnatural blond disgusts me. The short trimmed hair and way it's cut around your face annoy me, especially the strange fridge in the middle. The cut simply screams/emphasizes 'Bad Boy' or 'devil', in addition with your ear piercings. And I'm sorry if I appear shallow to you by judging you by your style, but I hardly know anything about your character, right? Only that you are riding one some almighty, high horse, inviting girls over drinks and sitting like a scared little kitten in the dark corner in hope somebody might take pity on you and your helpless attitude. Tackling something energetically might do something to some women, but it's a quality not every man knows how to master. Being persistent, although I thought I already showed you I'm not interested doesn't gain you any other positive points, I'm sorry. Now, if you'd excuse me, I'm about to meet somebody."
She turned around again and his first reaction after being slugged was he blinked rapidly. His second was a thought on how to answer for her insulting behavior. 'How could anyone want to meet up with her?'
"Hey, wait a minute here-" he had grabbed her by her left shoulder but before either could react, somebody joined her on the other side.
"Ah, here you are Caro! I'm sorry I'm late but there were some last minute arrangements for the staff."
Unbelieving, T.O.P. watched the scene unfold itself in front of him. The woman he had been occupied with was embraced by firm arms and pulled into a quick greeting kiss on the lips. But that wasn't what shocked him the most. He knew the voice from somewhere, it was familiar. However it couldn't be, could it?
"Yoochun…?"
The couple in front of him parted and he finally was able to see the face of the newcomer.
"T.O.P.? Man, is that you? Haven't seen you in ages and then we meet in freaking Vegas!" Yoochun radiated happiness from a mile away and smiled at him, offering him a hand, which he took in daze.
"Unfortunately I've plans already. Have you met my fiancee Caro already?" Unbelieving, T.O.P. watched the pair before him, the woman, Caro, looked confused as well, but reacted faster. "Yeah, we had the… pleasure to meet." T.O.P. only nodded.
"Oh, anyways, why don't you give me call? The guys and I will be here for 2 more days, maybe we can figure something out. See you then!"
And as fast as Yoochun had appeared, he disappeared again, only this time in tow with his German fiancee. He needed a drink. Right now.
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