KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Giriboy 01

"You're a rose in a field where wolves walk."

(Only this part of the story will be third point of view/ Before Giriboy rose to fame will be this stories overall theme)

"She's outside again." Vasco hyung tells Giriboy who was surrounded by the crowd of dancing bodies. Yet again he found himself caught in the similar situation weeks ago he was in.

He should've expected it by now, it's been too long since the last time she showed up. There was no point in questioning it at this point, we were both at fault, he thought.

He pushes through the crowd of dancing bodies feeling slightly buzzed, a couple of girls tried stopping him, since he was still a new rapper he was the one the girls went to when they wanted to meet some of the guys from Secret Society.

Ignoring them he pushed his way through the crowd and out the club to the now dark sky. And there she was, leaning against the wall, eyes swollen, hair a mess, if it wasn't for the wall holding her up she would've been on the ground considering how drunk she was.

"Giriboy?" She slurs leaning forward, not being able to hold her own weight she falls forward but luckily he catches her in his arms.

"Oh, gwaenchanha?" He asks her.

She wraps her arms around him burying her face into his chest, breathing in the scent she missed, holding the body she missed, she missed him so much but she couldn't bare to say a thing. "I made 700." She slurs. Giriboy flinches, slowly once again does he feel that pain in his chest resurface the one that he tried to suppress whenever they had reunions such as these.

But he couldn't be angry or sad, because he couldn't do anything for her.

Yet he was the only one she had left.

He had to be that person to hold her together because she was hanging by a thread.

She looks up at him"Do you hate me now?" She asks with a forced smile on her face. He thinks briefly about that saying where they say alcohol can bring out the true emotion of a person but with her was the opposite she only hid her true emotions even more.

He wasn't able to comprehend what she was feeling or thinking. But these past few weeks since she's been gone he's even come to wonder if she was alive, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was honestly glad that whatever asshole left her did, Giriboy couldn't stand it anymore. But then again he had no choice it was the only way she knew how to survive by giving and taking, but even if Giriboy offered her help she wouldn't take it for some reason.

The only way she could ever face him was being drunk out of her mind. Not being conscious of her actions or her words. Fooling him with another bare smile while her skin was covered in bruises and her eyes swollen from how much she must have cried.

Still nothing, I still can't do a thing for you.

"This one only lasted a few months." Her eyes water up again. "Said he loved me." She shakes her head pulling herself away. "They're all the same..." She trails off starring at the ground now. Her hands bawled into fists as the tears stream down her face, Giriboy reaches for her trying to comfort her in some way but she takes a step away leaning against the wall again.

"I don't hate you." He says looking at her fragile body, she's grown thinner he thought, when was the last time you've eaten? She let's her guard down for a moment at the sound of his words and seeing that Giriboy takes the chance and brings his hands to her face brushing the tears away.

She nestles her face in his hands. "I won't hate you, ever." Giriboy could never come to hate the heart of a girl who was pure, the heart of the girl he has been in love with for so long.

The heart of the girl he never understood.

She pulls back and this time holds her arms out, Giriboy smiling turns his back to her kneeling, as she climbs onto his back. Making sure she's on safely he stands and walks to his small apartment with her on his back.

(Story will have 18+ scenarios)