Fics like wow - an essay on underground rapping and revenge dancing.

Chan nods, already knowing that was going to be his final destination that night, and reaches out for his own drink. He smiles at him, hand taming down the mess on Jisung’s hair. Changbin is still silent when Jisung starts to ramble on and on about little details about the performance and Chan tries to keep up with him. A newish, trap song by someone he cannot name is sounding now. And a slow, dark hip-hop song starts playing next, when hell starts to break lose. The first sign Chan gets is the slow shiver that runs up and down his spine. The second, the way Changbin knuckles start to turn white where he is gripping his cup. “Sung,” Chan starts as a warning to stop, suddenly alert at whatever is making the air so tense. After a bit, his eyes finally land on the three figures on the other end of the bar; he can only recognize one, but he knows the trouble that Seungmin brings if Changbin is involved. What he doesn’t know, though, is what those three are doing in a place like that.

Fics like wow - an essay on underground rapping and revenge dancing.

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