[PART 1] He Is BIGBANG's TOP.
He is a boy who never grew up. A boy who liked to hide in his mother’s skirts, a boy who didn’t like the other kids who were loud and mean and cold. A boy who still feels the weight he’d shed years ago, hiding beneath beautiful shirts and eccentric sunglasses.
Different. He didn’t like feeling different. He didn’t like being shunned for not taking his schoolwork seriously, he didn’t like being made fun of for the roundness on his cheeks, he didn’t like the jeering at his less-than-designer clothes. And so he would run home, home to his mother who always wiped away his tears and told him she loved him. Home to toys who never judged and only stood smiling at him as he played soldier. Home to the solitude where he could pretend he was like one of those singers he saw on TV. Those singers who were rich enough to buy anything they wanted, famous enough to not give a damn what the stupid kids at school thought of them.
He has changed in some ways, over the years, and yet in some ways he hasn’t changed at all. Now he’s more than those singers he saw on television. A million people know his name. He knows he’s beautiful. He’s got all the toys and fine wine that he ever wanted. Sometimes he gets letters from those kids at school that once laughed at him, hoping to feed off of his popularity. Sometimes, when he gets these letters, he’ll laugh and cover his eyes with a new pair of sunglasses, ready for a night out at the swankiest club with a group of real friends.
Other times, he keeps these letters, fighting the urge to cry because he remembers a time when he was just Choi Seunghyun and not BIGBANG’s TOP.
AN: The first in a very short series (ie. 5 drabbles for 5 boys). If I get anything wrong, please tell me. Also, I'm breaking rules by posting it on shippingvictory when there's no Seungri, but I wanted to keep it here rather than on my personal. Finally, started this in the hopes I'll finish before August 13th is up (you know why)!