Faith

Chapter One

You were a good sister.

You weren't going to leave before your brother even got to the stage.

You MIGHT get kicked out before then though, you thought to yourself, glaring as another random hand smacked your ass as they walked past you.

You decided it was time to find a seat, preferably against a wall, and scanned the venue. The place was absolutely packed; the smell of weed, sweat, and God knows what else overpowering your senses. This was one of the biggest rap battles in the area, and yet they always booked places that were way too small to hold it in. Finally, you spotted a small booth in the very back, somehow free of people, and you make your way through the clouds of smoke and wandering hands. You crumble into the seat with a sigh of contentment. Perhaps your poor ass won't bruise now.

You pull out your phone, prepared to entertain yourself until your brother was on stage. It wasn't that you didn't like the music or the scene. It was just tough to be interested when every other rapper was up there talking about boning each other's Mom's and getting high. Your brother had his moments where he would say stuff not much better, but most of the time you enjoyed his lyrics. Unfortunately, this was a rap battle so you wouldn't get to hear his better stuff. These were mostly just talking shit about each other to music.

"Excuse me, you mind if I sit here?" a deep voice rumbles near your ear.

You look up to find an incredibly handsome, and very tall, guy looking down at you, dimples on full display. He was dressed in all black. From the black skinny jeans that encased his long legs, to his black snapback on top of his bleached blonde hair. You must have been staring too long, because he gestured to the seat again, probably thinking you hadn't heard him.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Go ahead." You mumbled, blushing with embarrassment.

Don't act weird, be cool.

"Sorry. Normally I wouldn't poach on some random person's table like this, but there is, like, literally no other spot open. This place is packed tonight!" He chuckles, looking around the building, before turning back to you.

"Although," he says, pointing at your phone, "It doesn't look much like you're into this much."

"Well, I'm mostly just here because my brother's going to be battling. I still keep an ear out, in case someone says something interesting. Usually though, once you've heard one song about Mom's, sisters, and cars, you've heard them all. I think one time there was even a Llama involved." You shrug, setting your phone down and turning to Dimples (Since he still had yet to tell you his name).

"A Llama? Wait, don't tell me. I don't want to know." He laughs, the sound giving you goosebumps. Usually, you didn't pay much attention to the guys that hung around these events, but this one had you feeling all types of ways.

"I'm Namjoon, by the way." He reaches his hand out, and you grasp it in a firm shake, hoping you weren't sweating and obvious.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You managed (somehow) to sound confident and relaxed. This was going well.

"Are you going to be performing?" You ask, curious if he's just a fan or a rapper himself.

"Not this time. I don't mind battling my friends, but I prefer solo stage. Like, I don't mind watching these, I just like my raps to have meaning. Not me standing there dissing some dude's face. And I promise I have never written any lyrics about Llamas." He smiles over at you, making you giggle.

"And your stage name is?"

"Well, it's uh..." he pauses for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck. He apparently thought you were going to judge the hell out of his name. You probably were, you weren't going to kid yourself, but you wouldn't say anything to his face.