Music filled the space.
Echoing off the high ceilings.
The intro was minimal.
Just piano.
Melancholic.
Haunting.
Then the bass dropped.
Low.
Steady.
Heartbeat-like.
Taekyung's voice came in.
Not his usual sharp delivery.
Softer.
More vulnerable.
Raw.
"They want perfection, no room for mistakes
Smile for the camera, whatever it takes
불이 꺼지면 난 혼자야[1]
Who do I call when this doesn't feel like home?"
The words hit different.
Real.
Too real.
The Korean mixed seamlessly with English.
Natural.
Like he'd been holding both languages in his chest.
Waiting to let them out.
Soorin felt her chest tighten.
"I'm tired of wearing masks that don't fit
Tired of the pressure, I'm drowning in it
꿈을 산다고 하지만[2]
But I can't even sleep through the night"
His rap was slower than usual.
More melodic.
Almost singing.
The emotion carried through every syllable.
Every language.
"Tell me, is it worth it?
All the fame, all the pain, am I worth it?
완벽한 커튼 뒤에서 무너져[3]
