#rkfreestyle

Yunho had been on his way to the convenience store after scouring the ads for possible jobs. It had been a tiring day but he still felt pretty good. He was missing his time at the university, learning all the different techniques really made his heart sing, even if his life had been little more than study, work, and sleep. He hadn’t expected to be stopped on the street by a fellow university student and asked to perform a freestyle rap in front of a rolling camera. At first he felt a wave of apprehension wash over him as he hurriedly fixed his hair and adjusted his circular glasses but the other’s insistence that it didn’t matter what he rapped about—it could be anything—eased his mind and he soon began to cast around for a topic.

Work, work, every day work Corporate business, self-owned interests Societal expectation and pressures, in this world there’s no time for leisure It’s just work, work, work to make ends meet Work until you drop, work until you’re beat, work until you can’t stand on your own two feet

                               ✧ How Embarrassing ㅠㅠ ✧

Im Yoona was almost always out and about. She always had things to do and people to meet. She was a social butterfly, and social butterflies never rest. She got bored if she sat at home for too long, especially if Umji was out. She had a free day and she wanted to check out any sales and vintage clothing stores.

( 2:18 - 2:43 )

클럽에 가면 난리나, 자꾸 만져 합의 하에 Tequila 나의 밥이야, 술에 취해 앞이 안 보여 마치 안개, 나를 보며 웃어 밝게, yuh 강남 valet parking, 난 통장에 공을 parking 놀 땐 제대로, 벌 땐 네 배로 너흰 세배로, 절해 세뱃돈 쉴 땐 게장 먹어, 밥을 개잘먹어 잘 안 씹어먹어, 이제 질렸거든

center camera only interrupted by the constant stream of hearts caressing the border and the endless flow of comments just beneath his features. deep set eyes stared not at the camera but instead off screen, a swift hand upon his mouse shifting back and forth as he clicked with attentive eyes on the computer screen nestled within the recording studio. “i have no idea what i’m doing, guys...” admitted on a broadening smile that still remained partly distracted. “oh, wai-- is this it?” a soft murmur of second nature english to himself as recognition touched his eyes. a short pause. a more confident smile. “yeah, yeah, yeah.” success brightened his features and he finally turned to the camera on his phone, checking his beanie before addressing his livestream viewers. 20,000 and counting. “i’ve been working on something again but i’m making it exclusive to this livestream. so don’t go recording it and posting it everywhere else.” he feigned sternness before it melted away. “or do. i don’t really care.” a shrug of his shoulders brought him to sit up, an idle water bottle grasped to serve as a microphone. “you ready?” the question accentuated with a cupped hand around his ear answered with silence. “you’re ready.” one hand took the mouse as the other prepared his makeshift mic and his eyes found the camera once again, an easy confidence in them. even if he wasn’t the best, he was proud of his efforts.

an easy rhythm rode with his melodic and smooth voice, each word enunciated and intonated uniquely to his own supine flow yet still captivating in their deliberate power. a wall that couldn’t be broken built from within his chest. he rapped carrying the beat with him. he didn’t rush. he didn’t chase. but he owned it. a sanguine smile surfaced halfway through. even as the 8 bars ended, his rode the beat as his arms pumped upwards from his chest, his head shaking and shoulders rocking.

{ +RAP.03 EXP ; }

for open event ‘freestyle rap’

Hyunwoo had a broad smile on his face while petting his dog, “you’re such a lovely dog” he said while smiling. 

Hyunwoo had just gone out for a walk with his dog when suddenly a stranger approached him, “excuse me?” the stranger said and Hyunwoo looked up. Seeing a boy, a bit younger than himself, Hyunwoo smiled and stood up while carrying his dog “yes?” Hyunwoo answered. “I’m Park Junse!” the stranger said while smiling “Could I borrow a minute of yours? I’m currently doing a school project” the stranger said while lifting a camera, “oh, you want to interview me? Sure!” Hyunwoo answered while he put down his dog, “No, I want you to freestyle!” this so-called Park Junse said, and in less than a second Junse had positioned his camera and clicked the record button.

Hyunwoo were a bit surprised at this random request but this young boy looked very avid in this school project and Hyunwoo therefore really wanted to satisfy this boy. Hyunwoo once again picked up his dog and then he started spitting out the first words that came to mind.

“I love my dog she is so sweet, she makes me feel complete. I love my dog she is so nice, her fur kind of looks like rice. I love my dog, because she is hot!”

                                      RK OPEN EVENT - FREESTYLE RAP                                                     [tw: implied bullying]

“Come on, I saw you on the MGAs! I saw how good you are at rapping! You’d really be helping me out, hyung.”

Moonbok ran a hand through his hair with a noise of mild distress, the kid poking at the still open wound that was the MGAs. That said, he couldn’t find it in himself to shoo the boy away, not when Park Junse was staring at him with such a hopeful expression and a camera clutched in his hands.

Moonbok wanted to believe there was some admiration in Junse’s face too, but he wasn’t going to pin his hopes that high. It wasn’t as though he deserved it.

“Alright, alright! Enough with the puppy eyes, I’ll do it.” The words are harsh, but the exasperated grin on Moonbok’s face lessens their impact considerably. Looking around him in bemusement, who’d have though a trip to Hongdae would turn into an impromptu busking session? At least he couldn’t say his trip into Seoul was boring.

“Ok, hyung! The camera’s rolling, so whenever you’re ready.”

she used the chicken to warm her hands even if she didn’t need to. it was still a good sensation that she couldn’t just pass up. the food laid flat on top of her palms while still having a plastic bag separating the package from her skin. when someone decided to stop her in the middle of her journey back home momo silently stared at the food on her hands, unsure if was too much of a distraction. if she could see the camera then the camera could certainly see her too, right?

“freestyle rap?” the girl repeated after him. although she had successfully made songs on the spot for important situations such as her being hungry, or a serenade to her hamster, they were actually triggered by some sort of inspiration. so momo looked at the boy in front of her before searching around for anything that could catch her interest. and that’s when she saw it - the chicken on top of her hands. she chuckled at the thought, but after staring at it for a few more seconds it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

the person in front of her looked confused, and probably because she had just spent the last minute looking around like a crazy person. still, momo only nodded with a bright smile, not thinking about giving an explanation. “okay, you ready?” he nodded back at her probably being ready before she even started looking around.

♥ The last thing he was expecting was to be approached by a smiling student with a video camera in their possession. It was too soon for him to decide whether this was good or bad luck, but he did his best to politely grin and hear them out regardless. Why he chose to walk up to Mingyu for help with this project, he wasn't sure. Another thing he was unsure of was just exactly what kind of classes does this kid take for this to be something they're required to do? Either way, he was already roped into it so he had no other choice but to rap from his heart. He was put on the spot, so it wasn't like he could come up with something complex nor did he have time to mask the meaning. This was likely the worst thing that could happen, considering all he'd been thinking about lately was... him.

seems like just the other day, i was praying to god, wishing he'd give me a sign, let me know i have a shot, but as i'm sitting here, all alone, in my element, i'm thinking i should stand, visit you for the hell of it

Rhyming was easy. Coming up with clever things is what he's been practicing for years, but he never once had to deal with hiding his emotions in the blink of an eye (he was plenty good at hiding them, or so he liked to think... just not in a situation such as this). What he could hope is that this would be overlooked— maybe anyone that saw it would be so caught up on his ability to do something that isn't the basic "My name is Mingyu, I'm a rapper that doesn't sleep. My flow's so smooth, it makes all the haters weep" (yeah, he was thankful this wasn’t it...), that they would ignore the actual lyrics.

'cause if i'm being honest, i'm scared that you'll fade away, when all i've ever wanted, was for you just to stay, but patience wears thin, i know that nothing lasts forever, well, that's what i've been told, but i've seen people stay together

How long has this been festering inside of him? The fact that it came so naturally was a little scary. Though, taking into consideration that he had no time to think or prepare, all of this was clearly something that consumed his heart and mind. He felt fortunate since he did a good job of keeping it a secret in any real life scenario. Not that this wasn't real life, but it certainly wasn't that anything that happened every day. If he was lucky... it would be the only day. Having to deal with more instances such as this one would likely overwhelm him.

either way, i can't afford to waste more time, you're too important for me to simply put on the line, moments are precious, now i'll let you know how i feel, since you're the only one, that can teach my heart to heal