This is a poem that I wrote a while ago and is written from the fact that I don’t yet know who my future wife will be, but I know how I want her to make me feel. So check it out and share it if you liked it!
Anonymous asked: Rapper-zico Oc- Nina Personality- bubbly, preppy, confident, loud, affectionate Plot- someone drops a diss track for zico, includes her, talks shit or low of her and the relationship (she is foreign)
Warnings: contains some language
Jiho shot out of his seat, dropping his computer on the coffee table. Nina looked up sharply at him from the other side of the table where she sat working on her senior dissertation for college.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“There’s this rapper, Rhyme King- he joined Buckwilds a few years after I stopped being active with them.” Jiho ran his hand through his hair, his face darkened with anger. “He just released a diss about me, and he talks about you too. Fucking bastard!”
Nina set aside her computer, not ready to get angry yet until she heard the song. She reached for Jiho’s laptop and opened it, sliding on his headphones before starting over the Soundcloud song open on his browser. The beat ran alone for a few bars and then the rapper launched into a tyrade against Zico, verse after verse. It was by the second that his voice rose in anger, his aggressive voice grating in Nina’s ears.