ayo this ones for SEOKJINBELONGSTOME

Jin sighed heavily. Drop kicking people out of windows wasn't very fun, he liked uppercuts better.

He walked out of the practice room in search of a new mic, preferably one that isn't alive. Not saying he wanted a corpse but just an object.

"Ayo you want a mic? I have your old pink one from before, I found it on the roadside."

"Whomst le fuqúe are you?" Jin questioned, sighing deeply and wanting nothing more than to go home.

"Lol."

KK, a trainee raised their arms, holding a mic, and ran out the HYBE Building.

Jin just walked slowly after them since he didn't really care about anything anymore.

Eventually, they ended up running so far they reached Busan.

"Yo KK I might be getting tired now wanna stop?" Jin asked.

"Yeah okay."

"Can I have my mic back?"

"Nah. I didn't have it in the first place."

Jin glared at KK and suddenly KK found themself fearing for their life.

"UHHH hey Jin since we're all the way in Busan and I'm getting kinda hungry do you mind paying for some food?"

"What's tasty in Busan?"