❝ 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?”