menace | min yoongi : suga

seven

sasha's pov

We had danced none stop for three hours, but it was only now that the club was really starting to fill up. People would enter in thick coats and long scarves, only to take them off to reveal beautiful tattoos and piercings decorating their skin.

That's what I liked about this place - it gave people a chance to be themselves. It was a haven for society's rejects yet was never known for being violent nor dangerous; but then again it was hardly known at all. Party-goers here liked to keep the club low-key in the hopes of making it exclusively for 'different' people. The other reason that no one 'normal' came here was to protect each other. We were surely not the only people in this club that were hiding from the police. Even the tattoo parlour downstairs had dodgy business - the artist working there had no medical degrees and was therefore working illegally, despite the amazing designs he could transfer to skin.

I looked to my side - a tall, slim man wearing black sunglasses and a baseball hat with sleeves of monochromatic tattoos was speaking into the microphone set up on the small stage towards the back of the club.

"Ladies, gents and everything inbetween!"

His comment earned a small snicker from the person in front of me, who sported short, blue hair with dark clothing.

The crowd silenced itself, eyes drifting over to the stage.

"Welcome to Saturday Cypher night! The mic is ready and we're waiting for some serious rap battles to take place. The winner will receive one hundred dollars!" The club cheered wildly as the MC clapped his hands.

"That's the spirit! Now, who we will be our first contenders?" He asked, receiving an overwhelming reply of dozens of mainly waving arms.

I shot quick glances over to Namjoon and Hoseok, who were already doing the same thing. Hoseok then shrugged and shot his hand into the air.

"100 dollars Namjoon?" I shouted, with a small smirk as I too put up my hand. He rolled his eyes and reluctantly put his hand up.

I looked over to Yoongi, stepping over and putting my mouth to his ear. "What about you, pretty boy? Feeling lucky?" I grinned. Seconds later, his hand was in the air too.

"Daebak!" The MC looked amazed. "Now, who will be our first two?" His eyes scanned over the crowd, which unlike other clubs, held a strong androgynous vibe. "Hmmmm... Oh wow! Look over here!" He pointed a finger over to our group. "That's a few of you there! Are you all together?" We nodded. "Great! We'll have the pink-haired one and the one with the green bomber jacket on first. The green hair guy and the girl can go next!"

Jimin started clapping wildly and laughing at the two as they made their way to the stage. Jungkook and Tae just watched with wide eyes - although they had been to this club a few times, they sometimes acted like it was some sort of new and supernatural experience.

"Alright guys, what are your names?" The MC welcomed Namjoon and Hoseok onto the stage, passing a single microphone between them.

"I'm Hoseok."

"Alright! And?"

"Namjoon."

"Nice! Nice hair by the way, dude." The MC patted Namjoon's back as he went to get two other microphones.

"Right guys, you've been here before right?"

They both nodded.

"Then you know what to do! Beat starts, thirty seconds to rap, the crowd chooses the winner." The MC nodded, handing them the mics. "Good luck."