You lived without want in a world that spun around in an ever watched universe.

Call it the purest form of selfish want and need, the desire for fame was fire hot and would burn your throat without a single apology.

You were, at best, the single piece of horrid contrastive personality with a sweet smile and quick tongue.

Your smiles weren’t ( always 100% ) fake when you gave them out.

The girl with quick tongue and the ability to dish out what she was given for little apology.

You were tough, the evidence of a harsh and complicated upbringing would only seep out in your on stage strength when that crowd was shouting their 2XU fanchants.

It slipped when a MC would go to far and you forgot your place of seniority despite living between Seoul and countryside when your mother came to agreement with your father.

The girl with a sad childhood who pushed it all aside to rise about in a hip-hop duo you’d have expected from YG themselves and yet—

Here you stood, shoulders held high with whatever pride you could muster up.

You were motherfather Jin of 2XU, almost child progidy (L/N) (F/N).