HaPpY : binsung

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We're surprised when Chan unexpectedly appeared in the lounge of the TMT backroom.

That's where rap battles are held for fun. Sure, fights sometimes do break out, someone even makes diss tracks after, and banters will reach even their social media.

I am not alien to the concept.

I've been here before, even before I came out with my sexuality to everyone.

Everyone's totally cool.

I've already gathered their respect. Their responses made my heart full.

"You're still the same person who floored my last two weeks." One of my co-musician just said and laughed.

Some even tried hitting on me...well.

Tonight, The strayers just finished our regular set and some requests. Weekend gigs and mingling with other underground rappers used to be my routine but now with Binnie.

Like I always said, wherever that man goes, people flock at him, so adjustmwmt at TMT in nonexulostent and he got accustomed to it right away.

It was inevitable at this point, We followed Chan with our gaze in the corner as he walked in. That man sat on the couch, I'm aware of Chan's love for producing and making music is not just the same but maybe much more than us, his passion for his craft is unrelentless.

Since we released the first mixtape after making too many songs for a school project. we've been working with one another, our combination was too good.

It's nothing too personal.

Our appreciation for our music is stronger than any personal grudges.

I never hated Chan. I did say I hate him. But i'm only a liar.  I can still remember handing the movie ticket to him, as an excuse to be with him, get whatever interaction I could squeeze out of him, as a friend, until I acknowledged the feelings I had for him.

Who knows that the moment I gave up will be the time, I'll get a reaction from him. A goddamn spin-the-bottle and a kiss.

And now that I stopped chasing him after he broke up with me, He's been unusually present. He's almost everywhere.

Cutting him off doesn't change the fact that he was once my lover and a friend.

I'm not trying to be a friend, this time.

Our relationship is from one artist to another.

Every input counts.

We were asked right away to get on stage impromptu, seeing that the three of us are in there, and a handful of people already listened to our latest release, it wasn't anything big, yet the lounge itself requested the performance.

We couldn't let them down.

We played with the rhymes and flow, the beats playee when the floor opened. This is the first time we introduced ourselves personally in the public as a trio. They asked us to do one song live, which soon became 3 songs. Since it isn't exactly scheduled, that was the limit. But I can say that we winged it.

The lounge goers loved it.

We started with our song Runner's high, then Subway pt.2 and ended with ID: a

It was great. The interaction and Chan were great leading the stage, hyping the crowd.

I was burned out when we finished. I just played for the band for an hour, then rapped and sang with 3racha after. Sweat is dripping as we bowed and walked back backstage, grabbing the water bottles handed to us.

"Can we talk alone?" The familiar tug,  grabbing my arm.

That voice.

I looked at his big veiny hands wrapped around my camo jacket and then I turned to Bin who's walking to the back room in front of me.

"Please, Hannie," Chan mumbled. I barely heard him from behind

"Yes? Channie-Hyung." I perked up not hearing his voice. It

He leaned into my ears. I pulled away immediately in shock. I was uncomfortable, yet knowing he's just gonna whisper I paused tilting my head in place.

"I need to talk to you, Hannie."

His grip loosened. My heart raced, of course, because it was him. My heart was racing. Binnie is just walking right in front of us.

I was about to call out to Changbin.

"Alone, just the two of us." He went dangerously awfully close.

My heart wrenched. I was chasing him. I was.

"Please." His gentle tone pleading right before my ears.