â freestyle it â
when nayoung is randomly approached on the street near her university, she expects to be handed some pamphlet about student housing or something like that. however, when she looks down at the maleâs hands, she blinks in shock as she realizes he isnât holding fliers or pamphlets, but a video camera, which is currently pointed somewhere around nayoungâs torso. she doesnât see the red light on the front of it, so it doesnât seem to be recording yet. she looks back up at the boyâs face -- wow, his smile is really wide and itâs not even 8am yet, how the hell is he so awake?
her thoughts are cut off when he speaks, his voice, if possible, even cheerier than his smile. âhi! iâm park junse. would you mind helping me out with a school project? iâm asking people to freestyle rap for me and iâm compiling the results. it wonât take long, so please?â
the only thing stopping nayoung from brushing past him and making a beeline for the nearest coffee she can find is the sheer rudeness of that action, and the fact that sheâs sure plenty of other people do that to him, or will do it to him later today. she doesnât want to be one of those assholes. so she agrees, shifting her heavy bag on her shoulder as he fiddles with his camera.Â
âyou wonât mind if i film you, right?â he asks, and she shrugs and makes a âgo aheadâ type motion with her hand. the cameraâs red light blinks on as the device is raised and held up to her eye level, and she stares into it, her mind whirring with ideas for lyrics as she licks her lips. sheâs starting to regret agreeing to this, and she hasnât even started yet. sheâs never rapped in her life, at least not when sheâs not just casually rapping along to one of the idol group songs on her phone. and thatâs with somebody elseâs lyrics, and someone else rapping along with her. this is all her, without even any music.Â
âalright,â junse says, pointing at her in what she assumes must be her cue. she clears her throat, words popping into her head right before they leave her lips.
i am im nayoung on the streets, rapping on command this kid named junseâs got a camera and who knows what iâm doing but iâll just go with the flow take it from me, take some risks theyâll either take you down or take you far
as she finishes, she finds herself smiling. the words had just tumbled from her lips, the rhythm shaky but mostly managing to follow a slow beat throughout. she had never thought herself a rapper, but she wonders if maybe she should practice it more.Â
before junse turns to leave, she reaches out slightly with one hand, and it hovers between them for a moment. âwait,â she says automatically, pointing to the camera in his hand. âwould you mind if i watched it?â













