B.U.T.T.E.R.F.L.Y A.F.F.E.C.T

Chapter 1.

No One's POV

The city was a living mosaic of neon lights and shadowy alleyways, each corner buzzing with its own rhythm, a soundtrack of lives intersecting and diverging. Atlanta, a sprawling metropolis with its secrets and stories, was home to a tale that would unravel over the course of a single summer.

21 Savage, a name that carried weight in the rap scene, found solace in the quiet moments between his explosive performances. Born Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, he had mastered the art of blending vulnerability with strength in his music. Tonight, the stage was his sanctuary, but it was a secret meeting off-stage that weighed more heavily on his mind.

NBA YoungBoy most known by his close friends as  Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, had achieved fame with an intensity that matched his turbulent history. His lyrics were raw, a mirror to his tumultuous past, yet there was an introspective side to him that few had the privilege of seeing. The butterfly effect, a concept that suggested small causes could have large impacts, was about to become a tangible reality in their lives.

The butterfly effect had always intrigued Sheyaa. He'd often pondered how a minor change in the past could ripple through time, altering the present in unforeseen ways. He never imagined he'd experience it firsthand. It was a seemingly inconsequential decision that set their story in motion—an impromptu conversation at a mutual friend's party. Little did he know he would that tonight would be the night where he met the man that would soon change his life, for the better we dont know. 

Time skip! 

The party was in full swing, the bass from the music vibrating through the walls of the upscale downtown apartment. Guests, a blend of celebrities and industry insiders, mingled amidst the haze of cigarette smoke and perfume. Savage was scanning the room, more interested in finding a quiet spot than engaging in superficial small talk.

Then he saw him.

NBA YoungBoy stood near the bar, a slight frown on his face as he took in the crowd. He was in his element yet appeared detached, a duality Savage recognized from his own experiences. A glance from across the room was enough to set the butterfly effect into motion.

"Hey," YoungBoy said, his voice cutting through the din as he approached Sheyaa. "Mind if I join you?"

Sheyaa looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to a guarded curiosity. "Sure," he replied, offering a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

They spoke for a while, their conversation an unexpected departure from the usual superficial chatter. They talked about their music, their struggles, and their dreams. As the night wore on, a connection began to form—one that neither had anticipated. They talked for what felt like days and soon started to gain a sense of formality that brought ease amongst both young men. 

"So why are you really talking to me Kentrell" asked Sheyaa not that he minded the conversation but the two of them haven't really interacted despite the very few studio sessions they had with other artist that seemingly brought the two together but even then their interactions had been far and scarce. "Well Durk invited me Ma and why you got such a bad attitude" replied Kentrell with a slight smirk and an arch to his right brow, you could feel the slight amusement and cockiness flowing off of him and waves. To this Sheyaa smirked before replying "Ion see a real reason to be overly happy & I aint your Ma" he scoffed before skillfully  asking the bartender for another bottle which he gratefully provided before the bottle of hennessy was snatched out of his hand and his neck was grabbed and he was forced to look at Kentrell the hand getting tighter with each passing moment "watch your mouth shorty before I fix it for you" replied kentrell that same captivating smirk playing against his lips before he let go, at this sheyaa barked out a laugh as the hand around his neck let go "Tuh you couldn't fi9x anything but i'll see you around" at this he made the move to walk away before his left hand was grabbed and the voice of kentrell called out behind him "You not gonna give me your number" at this sheyaa finally turned around and said a smirk toying at his expression now as well "Nah Ian one of them bitches you used to" at that he walked away leaving kentrell with nothing but 2 thoughts in his mind,  1. he was going to get that number and 2.he was gonna make the younger his if its the last thing to do and with these thoughts he payed the bartender and made his way to his Midnight Blue Trackhawk before racing into the night the interaction with the younger still on his mind.

The days following that night were a whirlwind both went back to their daily routines of shows and studio sessions, they did however end up meeting and interacting again by fate and like kentrell said he was gonna get Sheyaa's number and get his number he did. Light convo's soon turned into texting throughout the entirety of days and soon slight linkups whether that be too drink or just to soak in each others company.  Their conversations turned into late-night phone calls and secret meetups. They found solace in each other's company, their connection growing deeper with each encounter. For Savage, it was a revelation. The world had always seen him through the lens of his public persona—tough, untouchable, and unyielding. But with YoungBoy, he could be more than that.

YoungBoy was a complex puzzle—his exterior hardened by life's trials, yet his interior was a canvas of untapped vulnerability. In Savage's presence, he found a safe space to explore feelings he'd long suppressed. They began to confide in each other about their fears and hopes, their music blending into the soundtrack of their shared moments.

Their relationship was a delicate dance, one that required both secrecy and courage. They navigated their feelings amidst a backdrop of fame and scrutiny, their bond growing stronger despite the challenges. It was in the quiet moments, away from the spotlight, that they found their true selves.

As their relationship deepened, the effects of their newfound connection began to ripple outward. What started as a chance meeting evolved into a transformative force in their lives. The butterfly effect was evident in the smallest of changes—the way they perceived themselves, the decisions they made, and the paths they chose.

Savage found himself more introspective, channeling his emotions into his music with a newfound depth. His lyrics began to reflect a broader spectrum of his experiences and emotions, resonating with listeners in a more profound way. The vulnerability he explored in his art became a powerful tool for self-expression, revealing a side of him that had been concealed.

YoungBoy, too, experienced a shift. The turbulence that had once defined his life began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity. His interactions with Savage helped him confront his past and envision a future that was both hopeful and grounded. His music evolved as well, capturing the nuanced emotions he had previously struggled to articulate.

The changes in their personal lives began to influence their professional trajectories. Their collaboration, born out of their personal connection, resulted in a series of successful projects. Their work together was celebrated for its authenticity and emotional depth, a testament to the impact of their relationship.

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