A scene unfolded vividly before their eyes—
the view seen by soone climbing the lonely hillside road of a shantytown, where not a single trace of human presence could be felt.
Under the flickering reddish-orange streetlight, what ca into view was a torn trash bag spilling open, flyers scattered and rolling nearby, and beyond the wall, jagged brown glass shards of broken beer bottles embedded along the top.
snapped back to his senses and didn’t miss his turn.
Even if I lift my head and look up,
the sky I can see
is cracked entirely by electric wires
As his voice rose slightly louder than before, the dim stage lights flickered.
As if he were truly standing beneath a streetlamp.
The mont the stage effects layered in, the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) electric guitar struck sharply.
Turn your body,
run back as far as you ca
bent forward and belted out the first high note.
All attention from the panelists and the audience snapped toward him at once.
He fully captured one of the song’s key charms—the refreshing, explosive bursts.
Even if it’s a downhill road, I’m not afraid,
even if I have to climb it all over again,
it’s okay
But didn’t falter on the high notes either.
Rather, without even seeming to strain, she poured out loneliness with a volu twice as powerful as his.
On top of that—
her pronunciation struck the ears with crystal clarity.
It was as if subtitles were appearing before their eyes.
Even as I keep running,
even if I want to keep looking back,
It felt like watching soone who, without regret, turned their back on the downhill path they had struggled to climb, and kept running forward.
“This is it!”
A panelist known for being hard to impress jumped to their feet and shouted.
At the sa ti, the entire stage lighting shifted into a deep orange glow.
As if bright streetlights were illuminating soone breaking free from the hill.
Even if I stumble for a mont,
and one worn-out sneaker slips off,
The sound of uneven, gasping footsteps ca alive.
It painted the image of a dirt-stained sneaker, its sole completely worn down, slipping off and tumbling across the asphalt.
At that mont, pushed his voice even higher, veins standing out along his neck.
His voice rang all the way up to the ceiling.
Turn your body,
run back as far as you ca
In the audience, people were covering their mouths with both hands.
At this point, didn’t even think about saving his voice for the second round anymore.
Even if it’s a downhill road, I’m not afraid,
even if I have to climb it all over again,
it’s okay
The drums pounded like racing footsteps.
The rhythm sped up, overlapping with the audience’s heartbeat.
The heavy bass supported him, grounding the weight of the song.
A faint dawn light
brushes past the broken edge of the wall
The second verse began with .
By now, everyone was fully imrsed in the performance.
This wasn’t a “broadcast reaction.”
Through the narrow gap of a window,
soone’s dream
spills out
It was as if had already gauged how her voice spread across the stage through the microphone.
Though she had only just finished the first verse, her singing felt even more refined now.
From far away, the sound of a garbage truck—
what am I even doing here?
As picked up the next line, sweat was already forming inside his mask.
‘Now... the highlight of the second verse...!’
He had led in the first verse—
but this ti, it was ’s turn.
Turn your body,
run back as far as you ca
She didn’t seem like a singer.
Her breath control while pushing into high notes was slightly unpolished.
But instead—
that rough, gasping breath created realism.
Like soone truly breaking free from a dark alley with all their strength.
Even if it’s a downhill road, I’m not afraid,
even if I have to climb it all over again,
it’s okay
That slightly unstable breathing added sincerity to the lyrics.
It sounded like soone trying to reassure themselves—
like soone who was actually afraid, tightly shutting their eyes as they ran.
At that mont, instinctively realized his defeat.
‘Still...!’
But there was still a chance.
He took over the highlight.
Even as I keep running,
even if I want to keep looking back,
He pushed half a note higher than , and the audience erupted.
Inside the mask, heat and sweat had completely filled the space.
Even if I stumble for a mont,
and a few coins fall from my pocket,
The song was now rushing toward its end.
The once-dark stage was now brightly lit.
The reddish-orange lights shone brilliantly—
as if every streetlamp in the alley had turned on at once.
Turn your body,
run back as far as you ca
Their voices rged.
The final part had to be sung together.
turned his body and looked at .
Even if it’s a downhill road, I’m not afraid,
even if I have to climb it all over again,
it’s okay
Facing each other, they sang the final line.
The cara didn’t miss the audience mbers in tears, capturing them in fra.
Even before the performance fully ended, the panelists burst into applause.
It had been a long ti since such a rock performance—and the quality exceeded expectations.
“Wow! Are we getting a new king today?”
“I want to hear that one more ti.”
As soon as the music ended, the panelists began arguing to give the first evaluation.
The most composed among them raised a hand and spoke seriously.
“What do you think, composer?”
“In my opinion....”
The panelist with glasses spoke calmly.
“Encore.”
At the unexpected request, laughter burst from the audience.
The composer shrugged lightly, knowing that once a stage succeeded, anything could be said.
“First, . Yes. I can already tell just from the fra.”
“Then what’s his identity?”
“He’s handso.”
“Ah! What was that?!”
The evaluation first focused on .
Catching his breath, he bowed deeply in thanks.
Despite the praise, he pressed his lips together.
Because he was an idol.
And no one understood audience reactions better than him.
The audience’s gaze—
was not on him.
It was on .
‘But seriously... who is she?’
At so point, he found himself more curious about his opponent than the result.
Who was behind that mask?
“And . Wow, that was really incredible. Personally, I’d love to hear a calm song in that voice. The rock was great, but your voice has... a narrative? A kind of delivery.”
almost nodded without realizing.
Her voice truly had the power to create a story.
It could shape the vague idea of “” into sothing visible.
“I think she’s an idol.”
“Why?”
“If soone dresses that excessively cute, they’re usually an idol. Look! Even the gloves are cute!”
Just as the panelist said, wasn’t wearing ordinary white gloves—
but large, plush-like gloves like those worn with mascot costus.
Her styling practically scread: Please find cute.
“Oh? Oh—?”
As soon as she heard that, covered her face shyly with her hands and bounced in place.
‘Is she really an idol...?’
Watching her beside him, that guess started to feel convincing.
Because that kind of behavior—
didn’t co naturally unless you were used to doing it in front of fans.
“Alright, please cast your votes!”
At the MC’s call, both panelists and audience pressed the buttons in their hands.
closed his eyes.
“Now, first round! The sharp high notes of versus the soft, delicate voice of . The result is—?”
Numbers spun rapidly on the black screen behind them.
He bit down hard on his lip.
Inside the mask, it felt suffocating.
He wanted to tear it off imdiately.
“...Congratulations!”
He exhaled a shaky breath and turned around.
“ wins!”
Just as he expected.
let out a hollow sigh.
But at the sa ti—
it felt refreshing.
Because he, too, wanted to hear one more song from her.
“, please remove your mask!”
At the MC’s words, he reached up.
“His identity is—!”
He removed the mask with a bright smile.
“It’s Seo Eden!”
* * *
“Wait—Seo Eden?!”
The office worker’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Her friend, half-lying beside her, reacted the sa way.
“He sings better than I thought?”
“Seriously. I thought for sure he wasn’t an idol.”
The two of them had been lazily flipping through channels at ho over the weekend with nothing to watch, and ended up on 〈King of Mask Singer〉.
They hadn’t expected much, so the surprise made it even more enjoyable.
“So who’s the current king?”
“Apparently it’s .”
The office worker searched the show on her phone and continued watching Seo Eden’s next stage after his elimination.
As expected from a post-elimination performance, the song choice was bold and refreshing.
“Co to think of it, isn’t Seo Eden doing so drama or sothing?”
“Yeah. Probably here to promote it.”
She idly tapped her foot as she watched the TV.
“Oh. Found it. He’s in the sa drama as Han Yeoreum.”
Her gaze shifted to , who was waving her hands along to Seo Eden’s performance on the panel side.
‘They wouldn’t send two people from the sa drama team... so it’s probably not Han Yeoreum.’
Unfortunately, in 〈Youth Disqualified!〉’s practice footage, they had mostly shown instruntals, with only a very brief glimpse of singing.
The office worker suddenly wondered—
what if Han Yeoreum had appeared on 〈King of Mask Singer〉?
‘Nah. Still, singers and actors have different strengths.’
Even knowing the answer, she asked anyway, glancing at her friend absorbed in her phone.
“But has there ever been a case where two actors from the sa project ca on for promotion? On this show?”
“Hold on.”
On screen, the second round had already begun.
Now, the winner would face next.
“Nope.”
At her friend’s answer—that it had never happened—the office worker nodded.
Her friend was already about to change the channel, apparently uninterested in the second-round song.
“Hey. Wait.”
But the office worker suddenly felt a strong urge not to switch away.
“Why? You like this song?”
“No, not that....”
There had never been two people from the sa drama appearing for promotion.
So couldn’t be Han Yeoreum.
“...I just feel like I want to keep watching.”
More than anything—
she desperately wanted to know who was.
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