http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcBIseHYWJE

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That night, Zico took you somewhere unknown.

You glanced around the dark streets of Hongdae and grew nervous. “Where are we going?!”

“You’ll see.” Zico led you down the pathway.

You gulped *Was my judgment wrong about him?! Why is he bringing me to a dark place?!* Before you could run away, you heard a faint but definite hip hop beat. “Wait. Are we-“

“At another hip hop club. This is my favorite. Not a lot of people knows so keep it a secret, okay?” Zico put a finger to his lips and winked. He opened the door to a basement with a smile, “Welcome to my world, Song Yeojin.”

You paused then went downstairs. The club wasn’t too large or small. It wasn’t rowdy and crowded like the other hip hop club. There was a simple bar and no dancing ladies. The girls here were wearing baggy sweaters, skinny jeans, and rhinestone bracelets. They had multi-colored hair and had a totally different vibe from the girls from the other club.

“Yo, Zico.” A few males bumped his fists. He nodded with a small. “Who is the chick?” One male with an anchor tattoo on his bicep nodded at you. Before you could introduce yourself,

Zico put his arm around you, “This is my special someone.” You blinked at him in surprise *Special…someone?*

“Ooo.” The guys laughed and hi-fived each other.

“Come on.” Zico led you to the bar. “Uh, I don’t drink.” You said. “I don’t either. Two cokes.” He held out two fingers. The bartender nodded and poured cola into two glasses. He placed them on the bar. Zico held out his glass, “Cheers to our secret friendship!” You clank glasses with him. He downed his drink right away.

You took a sip of yours while watching him. You put your glass back down. “You know…”

He looked at you.

“You’re a lot different from what I’ve assumed you would be like.” You admitted.

“Didn’t you hear the saying? When you assume, you make an out of you and me? That’s true.” Zico winked. *I guess so. Cheers.* You sipped your drink again.

“Yo, Zico! Come and rap!” His friends hollered. He shook his head but they protested. “Go. I want to see you rap.” You said. Zico paused then got up, “Fine. Stay here. If anyone tries to hit on you, tell them you know Zico and they’ll stop.” You nodded.

He headed to the stage, where he received enormous applause. *He’s pretty famous here.* You thought.

Zico grabbed the mic and glanced at the DJ who nodded and a different beat. Zico put the mic to his lips and rapped,

“I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin cities down every time I come around I'm still doin my thing. I'm still, I'm still.

As long as it's possible, I fly.

My youth just won't leave me alone. I know who I am.

The word 'failure' has been deleted from my vocabulary long ago.

Flow, rhyme, and soul are the wings that make me fly.

My heart still flutters with life, and I'm still hungry for more.

The beat of blunt of rhythms still excites me.

My body stretches out for more, this is where I'm meant to be.

It's okay if there's a gap between the ground because I'm always above clouds.

Laugh and sneer all you want now.

Because that sneering is going to turn into tears a few years from now.

At 19 years old, I moved my philosophy onto paper.

And preached it nationwide like I'm a missionary of religion.

I walk the sky. I've kept quiet all these years, but not for long.

You better all move away because nothing's impossible for me now.

My flight only departs, it never lands.”

('I'm still Fly by Zico)

You couldn’t help but admire him. He had such swag that was smoother than anyone else’s. You liked the