Cas was never a fan of the club scene. Actually, it made him
as anxious as a cat trapped in a dog pound. But, he braved them when the
occasion called for it. You know, like when the fate of the world depended on
And today, the world definitely
depended on it.
There were at least five inhuman creatures in the joint, but
only one of them mattered. It was a creature that you hadn’t seen before, and
it left the Winchesters beyond stumped. It acted like a werewolf, but there was
nothing wolfish about it. In fact, it
almost acted like a cat, minus the
adorable meows. People were being slaughtered after visiting Club Rogue in downtown Louisville for
the last four days, and you were going to get to the bottom of it.
Castiel stood along the wall, barely hiding his absolute
terror as he eyed various people in the crowd. His gaze flicked over to you
every few minutes as you sat at the bar, nursing your fruity house cocktail. Of
course, you were the bait for the night. Figures.
After almost thirty minutes of nothing, you turned yourself
towards the dance floor. Tugging your short, dark purple dress down a bit, you
stood from the chair. If no one was noticing you at the bar, then you’d try
your luck on the dance floor.
Still open?? 77,78 and 79 with.. gang/mafia!Shownu ? Is it possible? ^^ Thank u 😙
People think getting shot results in immediate, devastating, searing pain. They’re wrong.
You’d taken a different way home from work after a friend told you it was shorter. With your shift running late, it was already dark and cold and you just wanted to get home as soon as possible. It was through a part of town you weren’t familiar with, but it seemed safe enough. As you pass a closed storefront, a black car speeds by. Something hits you in the shoulder, hard like a pebble.
You stumble and yell after the car, “What asshole throws something out a car window at a stranger?”
You lean down to try to find the stone but nothing is by your feet. Something dark drips onto the yellow pavement. A glance up shows only black sky. Your hand goes to your shoulder and finds something wet. When you pull your fingers away and hold them up to the light, they’re covered in red. More of your blood stains your shirt in a lazy river flowing down your chest. That’s when the pain hits.
The burn shoves your knees to the pavement. Your eyes lock on the blood on your hand. Someone shot you. Why? You’re a nobody, just some kid pretending to be an adult with a crappy job to pay the bills.
Dully, you note the screech of brakes on the road beside you. It’s the same car that passed before. Two men in dark clothes jump out and race over to you, their hands roughly grabbing your bare arms. You cry out in pain at the pull on your shoulder and one slams a hand over your mouth. It smells like grease and urine. You want to wretch, your head spinning.
The other man grabs your chin and jerks it up. A third man leans out the window, looks at your face with empty eyes, and nods.
Scared, hurt, and confused, your mind takes pity on you. You can’t handle this situation. You pass out.
Raised male voices wakes you up. You whimper and try to move, but your limbs won’t move. Something dry and rough is stuffed in your mouth and tastes of sweat. Panicking, you open your eyes only to be met by darkness.
The pain from your shoulder comes back with a vengeance. Moaning, you struggle to move. Plastic needles dig into your wrists. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you can barely make out the cheap rope that binds your hands and legs to an old chair. Your captors were thorough; there’s not enough give in the rope for you to bend down to take out the gag. Not that anyone would care if you screamed.
Tears stream down your face. You’re going to die and you don’t even know why. You don’t even know when they’ll kill you or if they’ll torture you or worse before so.
The voices come closer and you notice a thin outline of a door in front of you, the light weak. You shrink into yourself, trembling.
“You’re sure none of your men followed you, Shownu?”
“I told you they didn’t. I gave you my word. Now where is she? You hurt her and your head is mine.” You don’t recognize the man’s voice, but the chill in it leaves no doubt he means it.
What have you gotten into?
“Cool your damn jets, man. We only hurt her a little. Easy patch up. She’s in here.”
The door opens. The bright light blinds you, the hurt temporarily distracting you from your shoulder. A shadow crosses over your vision and hands come to your face.
When you open your eyes, another man’s face is in front of you. Not one of the men who took you, but you still don’t know him. But he’s acting like he knows you. His eyebrows are pressed together in a worried frown, his mouth gritted in anger.
You flinch when he raises a hand to your cheek and moves closer. He takes off the gag with gentle fingers, pressing his forehead against yours. He whispers,
“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
“I don’t know you,” youbreathe. You can’t speak any louder. You’re too out of it.
“I know. It’s okay. I’m still going to get you out. Just do what I say, okay?”
You nod, biting your lip and trying not to cry harder. You don’t have any other choice but to believe this stranger.
Louder, he scolds, “You shouldn’t have even been there!”
“Too bad you didn’t warn your girl better, Shownu,” says in the man in the doorway. His face is still in shadow. “Now, tell us where your stash is and we’ll let her walk away. You’ll stay with us so we’re sure you don’t lie to us and your crew don’t jump us.”
“Fine. Just let me get her out to my car, alright?” At the man’s nod, Shownu hurriedly and expertly unties you.
He sheds his jacket, leaving him in only a tank-top, and puts it around your shaking form before easing you into his arms. Shownu strides out of the room with all the confidence of a king. You shut your eyes and turn into his chest. You don’t want to see anymore. You don’t want to feel anymore. You just want to be home.
Cold air hits your exposed skin.
“Almost there,” Shownu murmurs. “I’m going to put you in the car. Cover your ears and stay low once I shut the door. Okay?”
He takes the tightening of your fingers on his shirt as a ‘yes.’ His hand leaves your back, followed by the click of the door. The leather seat is expensive smooth beneath your cheek. From the corner of your eye, you see Shownu’s hand that had been adjusting his jacket around you enclose around the dull handle of gun on the floor.
“Lay low,” he mouths, smoothing the hair away from your face.
He closes the door and pandemonium erupts. You cower, heart frantically beating. Gunshots and screams and shouts make it through the thick windows and your hands covering your ears. The car rocks, but nothing more hits you.
You scream and jerk up when someone opens the door.
“It’s okay; it’s me,” Shownu says softly. Blood runs down his cheek from a scratch and his shirt sticks to his chest with sweat. “I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to hear that. We wanted to extract you without exposing you to this more, but they were too fortified.”
“But why bother? You don’t know me?”
“I chose this life. I won’t have innocents die because of me.” Shownu straightens and calls, “Changkyun, come here.” He looks down at you again. “Changkyun will take care of you. We’ll decide where to go after that.
A/N: Firstly, loveliest anon, HOW DARE YOU!!!!! MY FEELS WRITING THIS!!!! I’m only half kidding, I love you and thank you so much for playing.
1. the Lord Jesus Christ 2. THE DRAMA BETWEEN BTS AND B-FREE
I’M GONNA TEACH ABOUT THE PROUDEST MOMENT OF MY EXISTENCE AND I WASN’T EVEN THERE! THIS DRAMA HONESTLY GIVES ME LIFE, HOPE, AND DETERMINATION.
GOOD GOLLY GEE LETS GET STARTED! 👍👍👍
okay okay okay, so right after BTS debuted (2 years ago) Namjoon and Yoongi got invited to this radio show’s 1st anniversary thingie, where the MC interviewed them along with a few other underground rappers including this FUCKO named B-Free.
here’s a pic:
look at this dick ^^^ (why’s he wearing glasses inside a coffee shop??)
okay, anyways, so everything is going great. Real fun, real interesting, then B-free notices how many BTS fans are in the audience and things. GET.HEATED.
so this other guy and Namjoon are talking about BTS’ album (the first one, O!RUL8,2?) and the dude goes “would you consider it to be hip hop?” and Namjoon is like “yeah” and dude goes “hip hop is more of an attitude, I’d say your album is just rap” and then B-free goes “not even that, its just an album with rap in it”
😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (STRIKE NUMBER ONE!!) 🙅🙅🙅🙅
and so Namjoon is all like “yikes!” but just trudges forward, explaining how he totally gets what they’re saying (he’s being super duper respectful here) and how he used to be an underground rapper like them and he’s trying to balance out the rap and hip hop in their genre and style.
then the conversation shifts and the MC goes “so how do you feel when you put on make up for a show?” and the word he uses for make-up (boonjang) means like disguise but then B-FREE OUR FAVORITE DICK FACE goes: “no that’s not boonjang! that’s “yeojang”!” (which is when males disguise themselves as females) 😑😑😑😑
(look at Yoongi!)
(he is killing this JERK-OFF in his mind!!) 😑😑😑
Okay now Namjoon is still being a little sweetie and Yoongi is like “yeah Imma let you have this leader” so Namjoon says that he’s still uncomfortable with wearing make-up and understands why the underground scene would make fun of idols for wearing it, but he also understands the kpop industry and knows why he has to wear it (good bby) 😊😊😊
BUT NOW B-FUCKO HAS SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY!
he calls out Namjoon for being two-faced. Saying stuff like “So what is it you want to do really?…If you say its awkward and you don’t like it, then why are you doing it? and what do you want to do?”
and while B-Free is just WAILIN’ (Whalien 52, buy on iTunes support our boys ✌️ ✌️ ✌️ ) on BTS, Yoongi reaches for his mic and there’s this cute exchange where Namjoon gives his hyung his mic since Yoongi’s isn’t working
OUR LORD AND SAVIOR
TAKES THE STAGE
its actually pretty mild, Yoongi is super polite but super direct and just lets B-Free know that he just wanted to be able to reach out to as many people as he could with his music (he includes Namjoon in this wish as well). He talks about wanting to be a sort of bridge between the kpop industry and underground hip hop rapper scene. He then talks a bit about his experiences as an underground rapper and producer and how he experienced a lot of hardships in Daegu and how it was really tough BUT THEN B-FUCK OFF INTERRUPTS AND GOES:
“Oh so you went to Seoul because you didn’t want to experience any hardships?”
(I’m him ^^^)
Yoongi continues to be very polite even though he’s obviously ruffled and he goes: “No I came to Seoul cuz I wanted to continue to do music with my hyungs and because I wanted to gain recognition”
and B-Free once again interrupts and goes “So its just about money?” (really dude? 😒😒😒 bad taste)
and Yoongi is like “no” he says he’s happy to have a broader audience that he can affect with his music and he’s very very grateful.
After this things get even more heated (can you believe it??) because B-Free won’t shut up (he’s being super rude! Leading pointless conversations on a radio show that he’s a guest on) and B-Free asks the boys how Bangtan became Bangtan.
Then Namjoon–god bless him–goes on this boring as shit ramble about how the group was just a hip hop group with no dancing but it got messed around until it became the BTS we know and love today and THEN
B-FREE GOES: “…You know, like SUGA said before about how he faced hardships and that he couldn’t make a dime, well, that was the case for all of us too. It’s like that for everyone, but the difference is, are you able to withstand it until the end…? I just feel like you and I are people who could have been walking the same path, but you weren’t able to resist the temptation.”
So the host is like trying to get everyone to chill out and tries to change the topic but B-FUCK is like “I’MMA LET YOU FINISH BUT–” and then he’s going on some thing about BTS using the backtrack of Kanye’s song Black Skinhead and rapping over the original lyrics and how disrespectful that is.
And Namjoon just kinda goes “well the lyrics were really R-rated so we had to change em so that it’d be appropriate for our fans and it was only used as background music for our dance” But B-Free isn’t having it.
And if I’m being honest, I don’t really get it…but like, does B-Free need to be antagonizing these two boys on this radio show in front of people like??? Cool your jets man!
By this time the MC finally gets B-Free to SHUT UP and things move on and the radio show closes up…
So that’s WHAT STARTED IT ALL!
If you’d like to watch a video of it in English here ya go! x 👈👈👈
So anyways after this, everyone goes home BUT B-FREE IS STILL NOT DONE! Boy still has shit to say!
A bunch of angry fans start tweeting B-Free about how disrespectful he was and he just goes: “Truly bless to have come from nothing and have people talking about me. only makes me want to work harder and make better music and maybe i can be a better person in the process. i just make fun of things from a perspective where if a man wears make up and dance like lady gaga, i just meant to make fun and that’s it.”
Then he goes on to tweet some cheeky shit about how he’s getting so much attention and how these fans need to chill and find themselves a boyfriend
He also posts this picture:
“calm down…” targeting BTS fans who were at the radio show
Obviously someone is having some jealousy issues here, like: YIKES
The best part is, is that BANG PD makes this tweet:
“I think that speaking what’s on your mind is the basic attitude of hip hop. But no matter what the genre, shouldn’t you know when the time or place is or isn’t appropriate? It was another’s party to celebrate their one-year anniversary. If you can’t keep what you have to say to yourself, wouldn’t it be better to not come on?”
Yessssss! 👏 Get 👏 him 👏 DAD! 👏
THEN IF THINGS COULDN’T GET ANY BETTER! Namjoon just so happens to drop this “TOTALLY UNRELATED TRACK” about people not taking idol rappers seriously…like okay, sure Joonie, you’re not just trying to roast B-Free, sure…¯\_(ツ)_/¯
My domain is dopeman.com, scolded many with a mic Speech and action are like shackles, my crime is assault with my tongue You’re so bad ever since you were born If you’re gonna whine about this beat, just leave Look at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artists When you were playing underground, BTS was playing at ground level Compared to you who sleeps all night, I’m a workaholic, shoppaholic Overspending on my pens that are more in number than your fans, if I go all in and shoot, it’s a goal in Goal in, I’m ballin, when I hear your rap, I’m about to throw up My voice even bewitches your girlfriend The studio is my playground, my partner is a pen and paper You think being escorted makes you powerful, I hope you put down your mic If I’m the sun, you’re the moon, because when I rise, you go down All you hip-hip designer brand bastards, come down from the foamy bubbles Hey you brats, your crappy rap is a burden to others Take a break and wait, just go to Hawaii, go home** See how far I go, all the rotten roots will be replaced Everyone, let’s play a game, without efforts, you’ll just be grieving You think you can do music? Just go look for a part-time job* Although your short and thin career will get you nowhere I hope you survive, keep rotting away, that’s your label Your life is like a mudfish, your rap is recycled You save up and divide up the flow, write it up and use it again Hey beat, know that you’re embarrassing, just with 24 measures, you lay down sick Compared to your size, your rap is so thin Like your parents, my heart hurts every time I see you I’ll put a period at the artery of your music career
(I bolded the parts that matched up with the topics that were discussed at the radio show and the shit B-Free was throwing at the boys) *B-Free mentions during the interview that he currently had a part time job to help pay his bills or something and I thought that this line drove home the point that Yoongi was rapping with B-Free in mind…
EDIT: ** Omg! The most helpful anon helped me come to this realization! I knew that B-Free was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and then moved to Seoul to pursue a music career buT IT DIDN’T CLICK UNTIL RIGHT FUCKING NOW THAT OUR GODMIN SUGA PUT THAT IN HIS SONG! Like if you were kind of on the fence of “hmmm maybe Yoongi’s verse in Cypher Pt. 2 is about B-Free maybe noooot.” NOW THERE IS NO EXCUSE! Yoongi made DEAD SURE everyone knew who he was dissing on! Holy CRAP! What a brave and smart move! Yikes!
So that there my friends is the tale of B-Free and our BTS boys…
Just recently our favorite fuck-off, B-free made some tweets regarding his past behavior (I’m honestly surprised this guy is still relevant like ???)
so we’re like: “cool…thanks I guess? I mean you’re still an ass-hat, but sure.” (also this was right after BTS got major worldwide with HYYD2 like, how convenient you felt remorseful right about now…) 😒😒😒
BUT DUDE! IT GETS SO MUCH BETTER!
When pressed by Army’s to properly apologize to BTS he goes:
(oh wait, there’s more!)
(to be fair, Army didn’t need to be antagonizing him like this, like yeah, let him do his thing wtv–idk when he was gonna see BTS next time, but if he wanted to do it face to face, let him do it face to face…no reason to ride his ass about it… but from a totally biased point of view…DRAG HIS ASS!!)
And then, our mighty hero (who had so much wonderful character development in the last like 3 hours) takes his last breath, and falls:
Good heavens what a piece of work.
And that my friends, family, country-men is the full story! (as I know it)
Will we get a response from BTS? Will Namjoon release another song thats-not-about-B-Free-but-totally-about-B-Free-at-the-same-time? Will Our Lord And Savior Min Yoongi finally rid this world of the scum that is B-Free?