Thunder ( Face of an angel, mind of an demon)

•Intro

Throwing his bag on his bed with his glasses following soon after, he ruffles his hair to mess up his neatly done look. Smirking at the mirror and his fiery red hair that screams everything but "good student" he rips of the tie from his neck. It's hard to put on a face that's not you, but through the years it has become a game he can play with his eyes closed. He plops down on his bed and looks at his dimly lit ceiling. Just when he thinks about closing his eyes for a so called rest, his phone starts blaring with messages. He chuckles darkly and jumps up from his bed. No, Lee Donghyck may want to sleep and end his night like this, but Haechan has better plans.

Scoffing at the people who are looking at him with expectant gazes, trying to confirm if he's gonna agree with their sinister plans, he walks away throwing away the ciggarette they pushed into his hand. Pushing open the doors to the place where he can actually be himself he smiles at the familiarty of all of it. Automatically walking up to the small podium already surrounded by a small group of people, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He opens his eyes and he breaths out, the air coming out with all the stress he's been holding in the whole day and his whole life. Mic clutched tightly in his hand, adrenaline pumping through his body , this is what he lives for this is what Mark Lee was born to do. He smirks and puts the mic on his lips , everyone and everything around him fades and the words start flowing like it's his story that he knows by heart.

For Mark he was a nobody, just a try hard rich kid trying to show off his good looks and wealth. For Haechan he was nobody more than just a struggling artist trying to make money by putting some stupid words together and calling it "rap". They don't expect to cross each others path as they don't give a single shit about each other. But what if they have no other choice.

Surely, THUNDER ensues.