“What are you even doing?” Riddle gave his fellow label mate a judge filled look, trying to figure out why she was being so weird. He would never understand people sometimes, but he shouldn’t be one to judge so hard because he himself could be out of place as well at times. 

hyejung’s back on the streets again but this time she wasn’t annoyed. she was rather pleased at what she saw. a girl probably around her age, maybe older, making a public appearance. with a mic in her hand and her mouth spitting words faster than hyejung cursing when she’s infuriated-- it was intriguing to find out what she liked. for a girl to be killing a rap done by a guy-- props to her for doing something that people would’t believe until they see it with their own two eyes.

she flips coins into the little bucket resting near her feet. when the song is over, hyejung gives the girl a round of applause and a smirk smacked onto her face. “y’did pretty good. are you an upcomin’ idol or somethin’? y’should be if y’ain’t. get on show me the money or whatever. get known for that pretty face of your’s an’ that tongue that can spit fluidly than most korean rappers around here.” she then makes an ‘o’ shape with her lips, as if she was the one who got offended by her own comment. “oops.. didn’t mean that. well i did. i wanted t’congratulate you on exceedin’ my expectations. didn’t know a girl like you could rap. i barely could.”

her hands are brought back together before she rubs them. “although it’s a bit cold, m’guessin’ y’need some more money t’make? i understand. since y’did me a great pleasure of entertainment..” she fishes out her wallet, pulling out bills and dropping it into the same bucket. “y’deserve it, kid.” she wasn’t really sure which one of them was older, but due to the trench coat and outfit of the choice that day, it seemed like hyejung was the older one. she didn’t need to know who she was. she was just some stranger that was passing by.