Chương 2: Chapter 2: Rhythm Revolution
Min-jun rode the wave of euphoria that followed his dance academy performance. The whispers now carried admiration, not scorn. His phone buzzed incessantly, congratulatory messages flooding in from envious classmates and curious strangers. But he had bigger fish to fry, or rather, bigger missions to master.
The Universal Kpop System's next challenge: "Compose a viral song that captures the pulse of Seoul." Min-jun stared at his phone, overwhelmed. Seoul's pulse was a cacophony of honking taxis, chattering markets, and booming clubs. How could he condense that into a catchy tune?
He wandered the city, ears peeled, mind churning. He caught snippets of conversations in bustling cafes, witnessed lovers' whispers in moonlit parks, and felt the frenetic energy of street performers. Slowly, fragments of melody coalesced in his head, a rhythm built on the city's heartbeat.
One night, he found himself outside YG Entertainment, home to K-pop giants like BLACKPINK. Hesitantly, he entered the brightly lit building, feeling like a firefly amidst neon skyscrapers. His eyes widened as he bumped into someone – Lisa, BLACKPINK's resident dance machine, looking like a cyberpunk doll in leather and chrome.
"Woah, easy there," she laughed, catching him before he could topple over. "You new here?"
Min-jun stammered, explaining his system-imposed mission. Lisa's eyes, normally cool and sharp, flickered with intrigue. "A viral Seoul song, huh?" she mused, tapping her chin with a manicured finger. "Tell you what, come help me with my dance practice. Maybe some city vibes will spark something."
Hours melted into a blur of movement and music. Lisa's fierce energy challenged Min-jun, pushing him to new heights. As they danced, he found himself weaving her moves into the melody forming in his head, her fierce grace becoming a thread in his sonic tapestry.
Suddenly, it clicked. The city's symphony wasn't just noise; it was a rhythm waiting to be unleashed. He rushed back to his dorm, fingers flying across his keyboard, pouring his experience into the music. By sunrise, a song pulsed in his headphones: "Seoul Beats," a fusion of electronic beats and traditional Korean melodies, layered with Lisa's own rap verse.
He uploaded the song online, tagging Lisa in the credits. Within hours, "Seoul Beats" was trending, its rhythmic pulse resonating with city dwellers and K-pop fans alike. Min-jun watched in disbelief as views skyrocketed, his inbox flooded with praise and requests from fellow musicians. He'd captured Seoul's soul, and the world was dancing to its tune.
But his success wasn't without consequences. News of his meteoric rise reached jealous ears. Kai, his former instructor, now managing a struggling boy group called "Stray Kids," saw Min-jun as a threat. He accused him of cheating, a whisper campaign poisoning the online discussion.
Meanwhile, a mysterious message flashed on Min-jun's phone: "Challenge unlocked: Face off against Stray Kids in a public dance battle. Winner gets a major label deal." Min-jun knew it was a trap, but it was also a chance to prove his talent, not just to the world, but to himself.
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