The Beginning   "Yes.. Yes, I understand. I guess y'all need to see the Queen before Seoul collapses. Yeah, yeah, I got it."   It was exactly quarter to nine in the evening and Chaelin had been called out for a rapping battle, to call it one way or another. It wasn't exactly only a rapping battle because singers and dancers often joined in as well. She had about fifteen minutes to get ready and get there, thus she took no time in peeling herself off the sofa and walking to her room to get changed, taking the first thing she managed to fish out of her closet. It was a simple yet daring outfit and she liked it, because that's how she was. The contrast of lime green on shining, black PVC was just breath-taking.   She had barely made it in time and Jepp, or as she called him, Yongguk, had been scolding her until the host had worked his way on the stage. She could glare all she wanted, but she knew that the older male wasn't intimidated by her. He was twice as tall and probably thrice as broad as her and she didn't have on him even if she was the official queen around here. The host's voice boomed through the immense speakers that had been place all around the club and she shot up. He showed the list, writing on it who would battle against who.   This was like a gambling game, if you had luck, your opponent would be on the same section as yourself and if he was weak enough, you would win. The host would pick names from a basket filled with bot