You Got Some Nerve

 

The battle had ended and everyone had scattered themselves around Seoul. Daehyun had been jumped on by Zelo the moment they saw each other and Zelo had taken no time in showing how excited he was that his friend was now the King of the underground scene. Soon after, the younger had given him the rent money and left to go home; Daehyun stood at the entrance of the club which was now crowded by the adolescents, drinking and grinding against one another. Nothing Daehyun liked. He preferred hanging around the clubs to drink one or two drinks, dance somewhat decently -- he still had raging hormones, he was nineteen for God's sake -- and perhaps hook up with a nice girl, but his plans changed when he saw Chaelin and no, he was not in love with her, he just got a nice idea.   A sigh escaped her lips. Chaelin was beyond frustrated, drained and defeated. She had taken her sweater, thrown it on and made her way out of ANSWER, not in the mood for any more music. It was not that she hated that she lost. Upon seeing the male step up on the stage, with his red suit and confident steps, she knew he would probably beat her. It was more that.. he beat her and he was.. good-looking; she hated having to admit to herself that she thought her oponent was handsome. She walked out of the entrance, looking to her left to see if Bbang was still around, but much to her dismay, he had already left. Or so she assumed. A sigh slid past her lips and she zipped her sweater. It wasn't cold, but it felt safer.   "Yo, Queen."   Daehyun walked over to her ever so casually, receiving a death glare from her. Clearly, it was a wrong time to talk to