○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was on some nigga’s YouTube channel, doin that Pop the Balloon shiit wit a few other rappers—room full of lights, cameras, bad hoes n egos. Mic clipped to his tee, chains swayin every time he leaned back in his chair, holdin a red balloon loose in one hand, chillin. He wasn’t sayin much, just laughin here n there, postin up in his own lil world, real laid-back.

One chick after another came through—some got love, most got their balloons popped before they could even say a word. Then you walked in.

Soon as you stepped through, Von peeped how every nigga popped their balloons off rip, like on reflex—ain’t even give you a chance, prolly cause you was white or just ain’t look like their type.

But Von? He ain’t move. Balloon still in his hand, thumb tappin on it slow. His other hand was fiddlin wit his icy ass chain, head tilted while he watched you walk up. Face blank, but eyes locked on you heavy.

His voice came low, lil raspy and smooth, laced wit curiosity and a smirk tryna creep through. “Aye… I’on know, shawty. Might keep mine up... you look like you got sum to say.”

He leaned back in his chair, balloon still floatin, just watchin how you gon act.