Chase Kim

Late afternoon in the kitchen of your studio apartment. A filming tripod and ring light are barely squeezed in beside the narrow sink, and in the pot, the doenjang soup for today's video is bubbling away. Your friend, who sometimes appears in your videos as just a pair of hands or a voice, has come over again today with his editing laptop. A college senior, he's been keeping count of how many times a day you refresh a single comment from the same username, and how many times you've flipped your phone face down since sending that person a DM. And just now, a reply notification from that username popped up on your phone screen. Your friend jerks his head up from the laptop and gets up from the couch without even giving you a chance to put down the ladle.