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      NaJi has posted a new video!                   [DANCE] Old Friends - Jasmine Blue (Jonas Blue Remix) // ft. KIM CHUNGHA!

the video is really a result of them just messing around in one of yonsei’s dance studios, chungha and nayoung taking turns to come up with random choreography to whatever song came up in their playlist, with jiu laughing as she filmed them, occasionally being dragged in to join and leaving the phone filming on a tripod the university so kindly provided in each room. 

when looking back on the videos while sitting against the mirror to take a break, nayoung figures they could just combine them into a full, proper choreography, and she picks a remix they’d listened to earlier that she’d liked for its peppy beat and consistent mention of the word “friends.”

( under the seemingly cold surface, nayoung is truly a simple girl. )

it takes a couple more hours, but eventually they have a cohesive choreography, and they film it right then and there, with nayoung as the center and focus of the video since it was her idea in the first place. 

it starts with just her, moving easily to the opening of the song, grinning to jiu and chungha giving her big thumbs-up and making dumb faces at her from the edge of the room, unseen by the camera. this opening part is mostly of her own creation, and it shows in the style, which is full of the smooth movements and dramatic hand and arm movements influenced from nayoung’s ballet and contemporary experience. she loves it, loves the fact that she now has hip hop influences to add to that already-unique style, loves how incredibly her it feels. 

she only gets about twenty seconds to herself before jiu and chungha run in, taking their places behind her. as the song brightens, so do they, even holding hands at one point before nayoung spins them both out, a rare wide grin on her face as she does. 

this part is heavily influenced by jiu and chungha’s own styles, and the difference shows, but nayoung still loves it. she loves dancing with them, loves the over-the-top joy of the moves themselves. her grin doesn’t leave for the rest of the dance, and several times she meets her friends’ eyes in the mirror and see that they’re also clearly having fun. and even though they’re just performing for a camera and a mirror, it’s still incredibly fun and still manages to give nayoung the rush that performing always does, that amazing pump of adrenaline and glee that she’s chasing after in this dream. 

the dance ends with nayoung’s arms around her two best friends, the three of them grinning before jiu rushes forward, waving cheerfully at the lens before moving her hand over it, cutting the video to black. 

when editing, nayoung lets the song’s chorus replay quietly at the end of the video as she positions their usual logos and links to subscribe. rewatching the final product, she stares at herself dancing, amazed at the smile on her own face. more than anything else, that grin is what tells her she’s on the right path, and that she’s following it with the right people. 

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hi hi hello there! we just hit 90 followers !! and for that ,, we’ll be doing an event !

check under the cut for more info ヽ(*´∀｀)

i believe the first blog to come up w/ this concept was editcore ? correct me if i’m wrong , but credits to her if i’m right! i did change up the wording a bit to make it more original, though.

each day, you can send a ♫ ︎(or any other music note emoji/symbol) to the inbox and i’ll assign you a randomly generated number from 1-10. this number is how many notes you have (not the tumblr kind, the music kind)!

you can then use those notes to have me compose a song (aka, an edit)!

this event has no set period, it ends when i wish it to end and it starts whenever this is posted! this way i wont be disappointed if the event ends early, but i can prevent burnout in case it runs too long.

note values ;;

icons - 1 note

headers, moodboards - 3 notes

wallpapers, replycons - 5 notes

stimboards, usernames - 10 notes

full blog layout (icons/headers + replycons + usernames + other graphics) - 15 notes

please note that if you request a full blog layout, you are no longer eligible to request for the event!

i usually dont do blog layouts as theyre an immense amount of work, but i decided to do them for this event only!

rules ;;

- must be following (new followers welcome!)

- cannot be on my dni

- no requests from my blacklist

- must be either off anon or with an anon tag

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baby, it’s cold ( so warm me up )

@rkjeongha

by all accounts, nayoung should be exhausted. she’s been out all afternoon, volunteering at the ice rink and helping process the donations that have counted as entrance fees for the plaza’s festival. however, along with being a night owl and always managing to get a second wind of energy once the sun goes down, nayoung loves the winter -- the cold invigorates her, makes her more energetic and drives her to go out more, to get involved in whatever she can that’ll give her an excuse to be outside. 

she’s bundled up, with three layers of a long-sleeved shirt and a navy sweatshirt from her university underneath a maroon puffy vest, paired with a black beanie and a pair of black gloves. underneath her jeans are a pair of leggings, and under her boots her socks are fuzzy enough to keep her feet warm. her face gets chilly when the wind blows, but she hardly minds as she stands waiting for jeongha at the entrance of the ice rink, watching the people, usually grouped into couples, families, or groups of friends, as they move further into the festival to enjoy the stalls and games set up around and past the outdoor rink where nayoung has already spent most of her day. 

she doesn’t really know why jeongha wanted to come to this specifically with her -- surely the other had plenty of other friends to bring to this -- but she appreciates that jeongha offered to meet up with her after nayoung finished volunteering. she’s almost certain that jeongha will claim it to be a date and continue her habit of shamelessly flirting with nayoung, who finds that she doesn’t mind. it’s become rather fun to banter and flirt with jeongha, and anyway, after being called the “ice queen” so much she feels like she’s in her element here, standing in the flurries of snow outside a familiar ice rink at a winter festival. 

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#rkgive - a charitable opportunity !

nayoung skates easily around the outdoor rink, the brisk wind feeling good on her face. the night is chilly, but her body is warm from the movement around the ice rink. the bright green vest she wears over her couple layers of jackets and sweaters makes her stand out even with the clusters of people enjoying the rink, and the ones her fellow volunteers wear make them easy to pick out from the crowds as well. 

she dodges slow-moving families and couples easily, skating just as easy as walking after so many years. occasionally, she stops to help people who have fallen, making sure they’re okay before watching them skate off, often red-faced and laughing with their equally exhilarated friends or family. 

nayoung can hardly remember what it was like to skate like a lot of these people do, but she knows that she was there at one point too. she’s spent too much time working at the ice rink and leading classes to ever judge others on the way they skate as beginners -- after all, judging them for it will only lead to them not wanting to do it again, and nayoung doesn’t want them to have negative memories of her or of skating. 

so she keeps it positive -- if a bit quiet. she provides encouraging smiles to people who cling to the wall, and though she can’t bring herself to go over and actually teach them -- that’s not what they’re here for, after all -- she keeps an eye on certain people throughout their time on the rink and feels a small, odd rush of pride when she notices them skating away from the wall after a while. 

“nayoung-ah!” her manager’s voice brings nayoung out of her trance, and she follows the flow of skaters to the wall where the woman is standing. touching the wall to bring herself to a stop, nayoung raises an eyebrow, but before she can say anything, the woman is already babbling. “i’m going to switch you for jisung,” she says. “he’s horrible at folding clothes, and we need to get them all organized. we keep getting more, and we need to keep them sorted as we go so we don’t have to be here until dawn. keep things folded as well as you can, and put them in cases based on if they’re men’s, women’s, kids’, whatever.”

nayoung nods, and hovers near the exit while she waits for jisung to show up -- she can’t leave the rink without her replacement being here, thanks to the rules. all the volunteers are either employees at nayoung’s home rink or members of its upper level skating classes or hockey team, so all of them are qualified to be the ones skating around making sure the public is following the safety rules. 

when jisung shows up a minute later, his familiar grin on his face, he raises a hand for a high-five as he enters the rink. with a chuckle, nayoung raises her hand to return it, before moving it out of the way as soon as jisung came in to complete the motion. “too slow,” she deadpans, and steps out of the rink without looking back, though jisung’s laughter follows her to the bench where she sits to exchange her skates for boots. 

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SAMSUNG C&T CASTING - ROUND TWO !                    concept: cocktail party

nayoung has no idea what she’s doing. she signed up for the modeling thing more on a whim than anything else -- as a feeble attempt to chase a half-formed dream in her mind. every time she asks herself what she’s doing here, though, she thinks of sooyoung, and how amazing she was on the mgas. she thinks of how proud her parents looked of her cousin’s accomplishment, and finds her determination again. she isn’t jealous of sooyoung -- she’s just as proud of her as the rest of the family. but she wants her parents to look at her like that; she craves nothing more than to have them be truly proud to call her their daughter. 

nayoung shows up to the seocho complex twenty minutes before the arrival time she was told, always being more comfortable arriving at an unfamiliar event and remembering sooyoung’s rants about how big the place is. upon arriving, nayoung immediately recognizes that her cousin was right -- the seocho complex is huge. however, thanks to the generous amount of signs and employees pointing her in the right direction, nayoung has no trouble finding the modeling area. 

she bows frequently, at least once to each person she talks to. her words are polite and quiet when she needs to speak to any of the employees, and by the time she reaches her first stylist nayoung feels like a jack-in-the-box from bowing up and down so much. 

“which concept are you going to do, dear?” the woman preparing to do nayoung’s makeup asks. 

nayoung replies instantly, a small, polite smile on her lips. “cocktail,” she says confidently. it hadn’t taken much effort to decide which one to go with -- as a former figure skater and ballerina, the gracefulness needed for a fancy cocktail party theme comes easily to her, and what some of her friends call “stony” expressions may fit nicely into the atmosphere. 

the stylist gets to work right away, and nayoung quickly loses count of the different types of makeup that are applied to her face. she closes her eyes when she’s told, occasionally moving her head this way and that as the woman instructs her. 

she has no idea how long it takes, but finally her makeup is finished. she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles a bit at how pretty she is. she’s always been self-conscious of things like her round cheeks and too-small mouth, but the way the stylist applied the makeup makes nayoung appreciate even the features of her face that she’s never liked before. it isn’t her first experience with professionally applied makeup -- she sat in the chair a lot during her ballet days, especially -- but it’s still nice to feel so pretty. 

she bows graciously and thanks the stylist before following directions into the next room, where she finds another stylist waiting among racks of fancy dresses and suits. this doesn’t take as long as the makeup -- the stylist takes one look at nayoung, nods to herself, and immediately rustles through the racks for a moment before removing a knee-length, sleeveless black dress. nayoung dresses behind a divider, folding her clothes and leaving them on a chair that the stylist indicates. she then slips into a pair of black heels and looks at herself in the mirror. 

the dress reminds her of one of her first free skate costumes, and she finds herself smiling again at the memory. the costume was the one she wore at her second junior nationals, where she placed third -- her first time ever winning a medal. 

she has to pull herself out of the memory quickly as she bows again and thanks this stylist, too, before moving into the actual set. this, like so many things at the seocho facility, is bigger than it probably should be, but nayoung keeps these thoughts quiet and swallows down her nerves as she bows repeatedly to every employee she passes. 

she has to wait a bit before it’s her turn, but she recognizes plenty of people around the room -- it seems many of her friends also signed up for this, and also chose the cocktail party concept. nayoung manages a couple short, quiet conversations with a few of them, but nobody sticks around for very long after they’ve finished shooting. 

when it’s finally her turn, she bows to the photographer as she introduces herself, and, after watching several others pose before her, is unsurprised when he greets her cheerfully. she wonders if whoever’s in charge told all the employees to be gentle with the models, since most of them are amateurs. 

“alright nayoung-ssi,” the photographer’s voice pulls her from her thoughts, and she reminds herself to pay attention. “we’ll start with you on the couch, i think. sit here by this arm, yes, like that, and rest your elbow on it -- perfect!” he exclaims as nayoung places her chin daintily in her palm, her fingertips resting lightly on her cheek as she stares at the camera. 

after a few clicks of the camera, she realizes she’s held what’s essentially a poker face so far. to mix it up, she raises an eyebrow and quirks the corner of her lips upward in a tiny, mona lisa-esque smile. 

the same cycle continues for about ten minutes, with nayoung changing position every few shots. she sits on the courch, stands behind it, and sits on the side of the arm, and all of her focus stays on keeping her figure graceful and her expressions vibrant. if she doesn’t focus on what her face is doing, she knows it’ll fall back into her natural resting bitch face, and she knows from experience that that doesn’t make for a good picture. 

by the time it ends, her feet are killing her, but she still stands up straight and walks with confidence and grace, but still makes sure to bow to and thank the photographer and every other staff member she sees. 

the way out is much quicker than the way in -- she leaves the makeup on and simply changes back into her hoodie and jeans, pulling a face mask from her pocket to cover her mouth and nose as she leaves the modeling area and heads towards where sooyoung told her the building’s cafeteria is -- she got out just in time to meet her cousin for lunch. 

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❝ freestyle it ❞

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 male’s hands, she blinks in shock as she realizes he isn’t holding fliers or pamphlets, but a video camera, which is currently pointed somewhere around nayoung’s torso. she doesn’t see the red light on the front of it, so it doesn’t seem to be recording yet. she looks back up at the boy’s face -- wow, his smile is really wide and it’s 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. “hi! i’m park junse. would you mind helping me out with a school project? i’m asking people to freestyle rap for me and i’m compiling the results. it won’t take long, so please?”

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 she’s sure plenty of other people do that to him, or will do it to him later today. she doesn’t want to be one of those assholes. so she agrees, shifting her heavy bag on her shoulder as he fiddles with his camera. 

“you won’t mind if i film you, right?” he asks, and she shrugs and makes a ‘go ahead’ type motion with her hand. the camera’s 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. she’s starting to regret agreeing to this, and she hasn’t even started yet. she’s never rapped in her life, at least not when she’s not just casually rapping along to one of the idol group songs on her phone. and that’s with somebody else’s lyrics, and someone else rapping along with her. this is all her, without even any music. 

“alright,” 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 junse’s got a camera and who knows what i’m doing but i’ll just go with the flow take it from me, take some risks they’ll 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. 

before junse turns to leave, she reaches out slightly with one hand, and it hovers between them for a moment. “wait,” she says automatically, pointing to the camera in his hand. “would you mind if i watched it?”