Fanfics by Abs

BI takes a long drag of his joint, seated in YG's basement one evening. "I'mma go to Bali." He says matter of factly. "And join a tribe. " "Cooool. " Utters Seungri, taking the joint from BI. "You can write a waka waka song. " "This basement is where I hide my artists? " YG asks from nobody in particular, taking the joint from Seungri. "Damn this place stinks. " "I banged TOP. " Han Seo Hee utters taking a drag from the joint YG passed. "He got a micro dick. " "Ikon was me. " BI says taking another drag. "I was Ikon. There's no Ikon without me". "I can't belib that fool JJY. " Seungri says taking the joint from BI. "He actually admitted to the crimes he actually committed! " Seungri snorts. "Who does dat? " "Bish please. " YG utters. "I won't leave my company after my death. " He takes the joint from Seun

SM drinks his Sunday evening martini in peace. What an eventful week this has been? From one scandal to the next and all ending with the man stepping down. He hasn't seen YG all week. Mind you, he doesn't intend to either. He's prolly locked himself up with an endless supply of weed from Han Seo Hee & smoking in self pity. He hadn't seen JYP either. All week. And he doesn't intend to either. He's prolly locked himself in his new office & writing another shit song for Twice. That left him all on his own in the Gangnam Bar drinking his martini alone in his much deserved peace. "Oh golly" Dispatch plops in to the seat opposite SM with a heavy thud. "Does it feel great to be out & about at last!" He sighs happily. He had been getting tired watching over his shoulder the past week in fear of YG pulling off something drastic. But so far it has been quiet. Quiet before the storm. Nonsense. Dispatch pushes the thought asid