You had the lucky opportunity to meet T.O.P at a Netflix event. As an additional surprise to the event, a few random people in the audience were picked to sit on stage with the actors. One of those lucky people happened to be you. When you got on stage, you sat next to T.O.P. I mean, of course you did. You couldn't pass up the opportunity. He looked at you and remembered you from when he met you a couple hours ago. He smiled at you and you nervously smiled back.

Some of the other actors had been talking for quite a while, resulting in you feeling a bit bored. You would get pretty fidgety if you sat still for a bit long. T.O.P had noticed that you kept shifting in your seat, and asked if you were alright. You nodded, and said you were fine. However, you were feeling the complete opposite. You had nothing to fidget with, and it was making you a bit restless. You looked over at T.O.P, and your eyes roamed over him. He had many things you could fidget with. His rings, the buttons on his shirt, and then... your eyes found his belt. That little headspace started to cloud your mind, and you weren't thinking properly. You couldn't help the overwhelming urge to fidget with his belt. You were still aware that you were in front of an audience, so after a moment of contemplation... you discreetly reached over.. and very lightly touched his belt. He hadn't noticed your hand it, so you kept feeling it.

You were playing with his belt for about a minute now, when you accidentally bumped part of the belt on the buckle. clink T.O.P looked over and lowered his eyes to your hand that was fidgeting with his belt. He looked at you with confusion, and he felt a bit uncomfortable for a moment. However, that feeling evaporated when he looked back into your eyes, seeing that slight regression. He slowly understood that you needed something to accompany your hands. But he knew that you were still in front of many people, probably hundreds. He gently and slowly placed his hand over yours, signaling for you to stop playing with his belt. He wasn't mad, just worried someone might notice. His hand felt nice against yours, but you wanted to keep playing with his belt.