#anyway!! pls help a trashcan (aka me) out by getting this to 5 likes!! ily ♥ )

[rksona]

★ — street performance ;

🎼 bad love — seohyun sui

there were about a million and one things that she shouldn’t be doing at this point, and taking time out of her day to put on a street performance had to be pretty high on the list. from an outside point of view, it made much more sense for dawon to efficiently utilize her time by doing something productive, such as practicing for the upcoming evaluation (that she still lacked confidence in) or having that much-needed discussion with junyeong about whether or not she should risk her spot in nova by participating in the royal survival show.

all things considering, however, she doesn’t blame herself for needing a distraction. her mind had taken it upon itself to wander lately, and, as usual, it seemed insistent on dwelling on the things that she didn’t want to think about. hoseok was gone, finally back on his own two feet and ready to move out, leaving dawon alone once again. she doesn’t blame him, though, not really—she has no right to. they never agreed to be roommates, after all; from the very beginning, it was only a matter of time before he’d be ready to leave.

even now, after several months had come and gone, her thoughts still remained fixated on yoo jiae. she missed her, perhaps even more now than she had several months ago. she thinks it’s foolish, remaining so brokenhearted over a girl that she never had the chance to confess to—but she can’t help it. maybe she’d have more closure if she had confessed only to be rejected, she thinks, but it’s far too late now. everything was over and done with, and jiae was never coming back, no matter how much dawon longed for her.

dawon hesitates, lightly chewing on her lower lip as she readjusted the microphone stand for what felt like the millionth time. she’s not entirely sure why she’s so hesitant to proceed, though she assumes it has something to do with the fact that she knows that she should be using her time for something else entirely. as if on cue, junyeong gives her a reassuring nod, silently reminding her that she wasn’t here for nova or royal or anyone else—she was here to have fun doing what she loves most: singing.

junyeong starts the music, having taken it upon himself to prepare everything for the performance aside from the vocals. he’d arranged everything, including the location. dawon was grateful for his contribution, as she’s almost certain that none of this would have been possible without him and his constant encouragement. she simply wouldn’t have taken the time to focus on anything that wasn’t essential to her training, considering just how dire it had felt to her lately.

너의 진한 향수로 누군가의 흔적을 감추고 태연히 웃어 늦은 밤 내게 또 전활 해 넌 잘 자라면서 어설픈 연기를 해 내 앞에서 모른 척 아닌 척 계속 날 속이고 있잖아

she gently swayed to the backing track as she prepared to sing, her lips forming a faint smile as she attempts to enjoy herself. the chance to perform out in the open was relaxing, in a way; especially when she didn’t have to constantly worry about being evaluated. she didn’t bother to prepare a choreography for the performance, figuring that she’d have much better luck if she were to simply focus on her vocals, considering the performance was for her own enjoyment more than anything else. this was her element, this was where she thrived.

My love is true, my love is you 새빨간 너의 그 거짓말 다 알고 있지 난 Bad love is true, bad love is you 내게서 멀어져 가 버려 날 흔들지는 마

the song was one of her favorites. sui was by far one of her favorite artists and greatest inspirations; dawon wished that she could be more like her. not only did she have a pleasant voice, but dawon was a fan of her dancing, charms, and creativity as well—she was just so talented. dawon hoped to one day be seen in the same light, though she doesn’t intend to get her hopes up. even if she were to debut, she doubts that she’d ever become so successful.

Nananananana nananananana Nananananana nanananana

the entire performance provided her with a much-needed sense of freedom, an escape from the day-to-day trials and tribulations of nova. for the first time in nearly a year, it felt like she could finally perform for herself. there were no special requirements asked of her, there was no one to prove her worth to; she could finally lose herself in the music, and there was nothing that could hold her back.

너의 붉은 입술이 말해 난 너뿐이야 믿어 줘 하지만 니 눈빛은 흔들려 식어 버린 니 사랑은 끝까지 내게 거짓을 말했지 넌 항상 멋진 척 좋은 척 계속 날 속이고 있잖아

as much as she fantasized the idea of singing in the rain as a kid, dawon’s grateful for the pleasant weather. she wasn’t all that eager to perform in extreme heat or rain after what happened last month, especially when she took into consideration the fact that her ankle still ached from time to time. maybe it was all in her head, maybe it wasn’t; in any case, however, the weather only serves to improve her mood that much more.

My love is true, my love is you 새빨간 너의 그 거짓말 다 알고 있지 난 Bad love is true, bad love is you 내게서 멀어져 가 버려 날 흔들지는 마

there was hardly a crowd, but that didn’t matter. dawon hadn’t told anyone that she was coming, and she had specifically told junyeong that she’d like to attract as little attention as possible. there was at least one smiling face that had decided to stick around, and that one alone was more than enough to convince dawon that this had all been worth it. junyeong appeared to be having a good time as well, which only convinced her further.

My love is true 그 한마디 너무 쉽게 내뱉었지 My love is you 내 맘속을 찢어 버린 너란 사랑 Yeah yeah yeah yeah

it’s her favorite part of the song, and easily the most difficult. she’s practiced it what felt like countless times in her apartment alone, though it was always different once she was out in the real world. it only makes her that much more grateful that she hadn’t insisted on preparing a choreography to go with it; the more she can focus on her vocal stability, the better. while not even she would deny her talents as a vocalist, she wasn’t perfect—no one was.

Nananananana nanananana

as apprehensive as she’d initially felt, dawon really needed this. while it was true that she had enjoyed many of the performances that she’d taken part in, it was easy for her to lose sight of the real reason she was doing it all. as a child, she had performed simply because it was what she loved to do. lately, however, it felt as though she was performing because it was something that she had to do.

My love is true, my love is you 새까만 너의 그 못된 말 더 듣기 싫어 난 Bad love is true, bad love is you 제발 좀 떨어져 가 버려 날 붙잡지는 마

this one performance wouldn’t be some magic solution to each of her problems, she knew. her heart remained fixated on yoo jiae, despite dawon’s many attempts to forget her and move on. while she enjoyed this performance, she doesn’t believe for a single moment that everything would be different from here on out. something had to change, but whether or not that something lied with the royal survival show, dawon had no idea.

Nananananana nananananana Nananananana nanananana Bad love is true Nananananana nananananana Nananananana nanananana

the song ends, far sooner than dawon would have liked. maybe she’d find time in her busy schedule to do something like this again soon, though she genuinely doubts it. it was only a matter of minutes before she’d find her mind wandering to topics that she deemed undesirable and saddening once more, so she tries to enjoy every second of the temporary peace while it lasts.