Fanfics by Abs

Bang PD nim takes a long drag of his joint and lets the fumes come out of his nose, letting his nasal hair get singed. "I hate YouTube. Ma bois TXT be lookin like clowns" He utters & passes the joint to YG. "There's barely any views on Run Away MV!" He squeals in agony. "There goes ma girls' relevance!" YG takes a drag from the joint. "Queens of YouTube no more" He passes the joint. JYP takes the joint from YG. "Twice had long lost their YouTube relevance." He states. "Or any relevance for that matter" He finishes, giggling like a lovesick teenage girl. Bang PD nim takes the joint from JYP. "All dat money I spent on making dat damn MV." He takes a drag. " How am I ever gonna earn dat money back! Its not like TXT earn anything beside YouTube cash!" He launches in to a wail. "YouTube was the only way my girls could surpass BTS. " YG utters looking distraught. "Now its gon...

"So there's seven of us? " Taemin asks. "Yes" He looks at SM suspiciously. "Are you trynna replicate BTS? " Of course he is. "Am not. " SM replies, deadpanned. Taemin looks at SM thoughtfully. He doesn't trust the man. "It's pathetic to be honest. "Taemin replies. "Nobody can re-create a BTS" "I'm not doing it. "Taemin stands his ground. He's not getting on board the Titanic that is SuperM. "I heard you are in a romantic relationship" SM says nonchalantly. "With Kai. " Taemin goes pale. His swag vanished. "Wha-" He swallows. "We are not dating!" "Really?" SM replies calmly. "Some of the pics looked pretty intimate though" "Like that one with your hand in his crotch-" "Fine. I'll do it. "Taemin snaps. This son of a b*itch. ------------------------------------ "A group?" Kai exclai...

One week before VMAs "So," Bang PD nim starts, one evening at The Gangnam Bar, seated across from YG.  "Your girls, at VMAs? " "Yup. " YG begins. "They'll be performing" He says with a hint of arrogance.  "Congrats" Bang PD nim forces a smile, a jab of jealousy at the pit of his stomach.  BTS would merely be making an appearance. All his pleas for a performance vehemently denied by the VMAs.  And here this loser and his pack of skinny girls getting the opportunity on a silver platter.  "Jennie will steal the show" Bang PD nim says carefully, wheels spinning in his head.  "Totally" YG says proudly, a faint blush mottling his cheeks.  "She'll snatch a lot of deals. "Bang PD nim elaborates thoughtfully. "A record deal, several CF deals. Probably." "She's prolly gonna stay in America a lot longer than the rest. " He says. "And prolly en...

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...

Bang PD nim clinks his beer glass with SM. "You were right!" Utters Bang PD, lifting his glass in SM's direction. SM chugs his beer. Of course he was. "The rat put the bois out the second he got wind of my bois." Bang PD nim exclaims, disbelief evident in his voice. "What are they called? Lunch Box?" SM sneers. A rare occurence. He rarely shows his emotions. But he had done his job so well. It called for a little emotions on the face. SM recalls an encounter, sometime back, in that very same spot in The Gangnam Bar in an evening like this. "Are you sure it's a good idea to debut Treasure Box bois with T-REX? " YG had been sceptical. SM had nodded with absolute confidence. "Positive." He had assured. "Fangirls love competing with other fandoms for their oppars. It's gonna be good buzz for Treasure Box. " It wasn't. And he had known it with perfect clarity, when he had said it. TXT was too big. Tr...

Ouch.  SM's hand shoots to the back of  his head. Something sharp and small had hit him. And it hurt!  Rubbing the back of his head, SM turns behind to see what blasted thing had hit him. And stops abruptly as he comes face to face with a hyperventilating YG whose facial features are distorted in red hot anger. A bowl of nuts lies next to him on the counter top of the Gangnam Bar and a curious bartender peeks over the counter curiously at YG & SM! Nobody nobody touches his nuts!  "I hate you! " YG states heatedly at SM, folding another nut in his hand. His chest heaves up and down fast. For a split second SM feels worried. If YG somehow goes in to cardiac arrest right here right now, he'd have to be a witness. And all the trouble that comes with it.... paperwork... and stuff.... ugh. SM shivers.  "I hate you" YG states again. "You and those good for nothing pretty faced lil bastards that you call EXO!" He spits angrily, thrusting a mena...