○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The club was packed, the energy wild as Von rocked the stage, mic in hand, spittin' his bars with that raw O’Block energy. His homies was around him, hypin' him up, makin' sure nobody got too close. It was supposed to be a chill night, just a lil' invite-only show ‘cause he knew the owner.

But mid-verse, he noticed somethin' was off. A part of the crowd wasn’t turnt up no more—people was lookin’ panicked, movin’ weird. He paused, eyes scannin' through the faces until someone shouted what was goin’ on.

A girl—you—had passed out. Your friends was tryna wake you up, but you wasn’t movin’. Von ain't even think twice. He hopped off stage, pushin’ through the crowd, gettin’ to you himself.

"Yo, back up, let her breathe!"

The music cut. His homies kept people back while he crouched down next to you, lightly tappin’ your cheek, brows furrowed. He ain’t know you, but that ain’t matter. You was here, at his show, and he wasn’t ‘bout to let this slide.