vlddahye:
Seona was right, but Dahye was impulsive at best, not double checking the information before coming here. She hadn’t expected to arrive and see there were other weddings happening, she had no idea so many people were getting married lately, but marriage was never a thought that occupied her mind. Expecting to be right and hoping for the best, she simply scanned the place to find a table in the back where they could be somehow hidden where they could sit once she talked to the bride. There was no more after that, she hadn’t planned that much.
Laugher bubbled up from her throat and she grinned at the beautiful soloist, incredibly grateful for having a friend like Seona in her life. Someone else would have tried to talk her out of this, to remind her of all the reasons why this was such a terrible idea. Instead, Seona had dolled up and come here with her, and that was all that mattered to her. “I already know the love of my life, Seona. You’re here.” Her best friend was the love of her life, everyone else was just people that made her life better. Besides, admitting that she loved her friend was easier than admitting there was someone else in her mind. Weddings were weird, the idea of accepting to be with someone forever scared her a little, it was a promise she didn’t know she was capable of fulfilling.
As they walked across the room, Dada noticed some people looked at them, and probably recognized them. Oh shit. Well, they were there already. Guiding Seona through the room and into a hallway, she finally saw a room, large windows and too many flowers, and in the middle of all of it, a woman in a white dress. “Let’s go.” It was now or never, and for the first time ever since she had seen the tweet, she realized that it had been incredibly reckless. It was on brand. Knowing softly on the open door, Dada give the young woman a bright grin. “Hi! I’m guessing you’re Jieun.” There wasn’t any yelling, which was always a good sign on Dada’s book, only a look of surprise, could be shock, and silence that was soon broken by a soft ‘Oh my God’.
essentially, when you strip the entire idea down to the alabaster-coloured bone you’re left with the sudden realization that it’s a bad plan, a reckless thought, and yet simultaneously a noble intention, something unworthy of deep criticism and judgment — and dada, her darling dada is a firecracker kept in a jar, so beautiful and bright that it would be a sin to contain all the sparks inside; that’s why you must always toss the lid aside, let it be lost, hidden and forgotten. let her shine, forever and always, let her leave a vestige of pure happiness and joy no matter where she goes. however, it’s dada’s following declaration that reminds the raven-haired girl of why she adores her so profoundly, why she finds herself at a loss for words in her presence.
“dada stop it, you’ll spoil me too much with your words,” love, it seems, comes so easily to dahye; perhaps it is true that the more you give, the more you receive in return — and of course, seona loves her too, it goes without a saying, a fact as tedious as someone reminding others that the sky above is blue. but seona is different, guarded, torturously used to keeping things to herself; it could be said that her affections are like little birds, trapped in gilded cages, forever dreaming of freedom. “do you think that you’ll have to sing at this wedding? actually, do you plan on singing at this wedding, dada?”
so many questions and yet not nearly enough answers, seona has no other choice but to follow, lured by her own curiosity as if it were a siren perched on a rock, singing her the most dangerous tune. still in seona’s eyes, they are the unnecessary pieces of the beautiful puzzle, belonging to an entirely different picture, but turning back would just seem silly now. so wordlessly, she leans against a nearby wall, awaiting the final verdict. in any case, at least the k-wave will have quite a lot of material for their next coverage.









