Bangtan Strip Club [ ON HOLD ]

02

rap moanster from the hood took my thirsty ass away from the rest of the crowd into a corridor, probs backstage.

" aRE YOU SURE YOURE CHRIS BROWNS ASIAN KID?? LIKE YOU SURE YOU POPPED OUT THE REAL AUTHENTIC PUSSY?? YoU LOOK LIKE A BOWLING BALL"

" and you look like the spider haircut on The Weeknds head."
i pout, making rap moanster from the hood gasp.

" BOI UF YOU DONT- oh wait nvm we here "
we stopped at a large heavy lookin door. you could hear muffled voices from outside. " this is our break room "

" hoseok i cant stand you"
" then bitch, have a seat"

" OOOOOOOhHHHHHHhh!!!"
the whole place riots, airhorns blowing up everywhere.

rap moanster from the hood slams the door open and yells

" aRLIGHTY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT THE FUCK DOWN YOU FUCKIN HYENAS LIKE IF YOURE THAT LOUD AND WE CAN HEAR YOU FROM DOWN THE GODDAMN CORRIDOOR IMAGINE FUCKING EACH OTHER AND THE CLEANING GUY FROM ATTACK ON TITAN POPPED IN"

" you mean levi..?" i ask
" he'd say y'all dirty, not that you aren't already " spits rap moanster from the hood ( is that name his mama gave him like fr??)

he raises his eyebrows at this one dude who looks like the fucking sun from the teletubbies.

" jhope you hoe."
" i swear to god namjoon its jhoe and you know i am bc im a certified hoe you can see on my birth certificate so that ain't an insult on me you high af ayy" the fucking sun makes a big ass grin that looks like a goddamn croissant and points finger guns at him, who also does the same.

" u probably got that from amber rose's instagram bio but u rite, ayyyy" says rap moanster from the hood.

" aNywaY cHILDREN ITS CIRCLE TIME NOW FORM A SATANIC RITUAL AROUND dADDY " announces rap moanster from the hood, clapping his hands twice.

"yayyyyy"
Rap moanster from the hood pulls me inside and plops me down beside him in the circle.

he starts to count the people in the circle under his breath."2..3..4..there should be someone else." everyone looks around with confused ass faces.

" hey guys" a barefoot salty lookin black haired guy fucking popped his head up like those beavers you smash with a hammer at an arcade under this huge pile of boxes at the dark and shady end of the room. i would've never guessed he was there.

" the salt has arrivEd bitches." he picks himself up, his words are slurred and jumbled up as if he doesn't want to talk.

man, he really trippin. he yawns, and squints his eyes like it was the first time he's been in sunlight. goddamn twilight vampire arthiritis grandpa bob headass. right after taking a few baby steps ( like me ) he coughs as if satan was choking him.

" you high again?" asks pfft, idk who the fuck, i'll call him E.T finger fucker like hAvE YOU SEEN HIS LONG ASS FINGERS??

the salt coughs, that sprinkly ghosty wispy shit sprayin all over us slugs ( except me lmao )looking back and waiting for him. "I smoke because i'm not high, i'm high because I smoke," he sits down, but he takes so much time it's lying he's dying as he sits down."real deep shit"

what the fuck... melted sour patch war head ass is actually pretty deep holy shit..

" yep, he's high." says the fucking sun, rolling his eyes.

rap moanster from the hood coughs to get attention. " i'm amazed at how some people on snapchat are like "just having some taco bell" with like 5 friends everyday and here i am spending years just to get us into one place."
he purposefully folds his arms and waits like those teachers back in school.

"look guys, he lookin like he having freakin war flash backs right now omg" martha stewart lookin ass hisses, sitting across me in circle time. i grumbled, this shit was takin way too long.

"anyways guy's we gon introduce ourselves. we've practiced so much on this.." they huddled up and stood up, standing in a line. Suddenly they bow like theyre my bitches of the week.

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hello we are the gang bang boys!!