#bada lee angst

[badasgirl]

accidentally fell in love

bada lee x fem!reader

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when you’re in love with your best friend who constantly goes on date after date, what do you do? what if that best friend also happens to be oblivious as can be?

genre: fluff, angst (my bad), suggestive, best friends to lovers

warnings: oblivious!bada x jealous!reader, bada calls reader her princess, some tension, suggestive with a makeout scene towards the end, no caps on purpose (booo ik terrible grammar).

author’s note: this was not proofread so please be easy on me. anyways, yayyy! i am finally back after a while 🤭 rewriting this made me cry so it took a while and the finale made me really emotional (i still am emotional LMAO) so i ended up pushing this back. thank you for being patient! i hope you all enjoy!

word count: ~3.2k

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you and bada lee have been best friends since one faithful day in middle school. it was a simple mistake really, you had forgotten a pencil for an exam and the teacher refused to give you one. you had to take the exam or else you could possibly fail the class. you had began to tear up and panic as the exam was about to begin and there was no pencil insight for you. luckily amidst your panic, the tall girl behind you tapped your shoulder and quickly snuck you a pencil to use. since that day, you vowed to be by her side and be her best friend forever.

and trust me, since that day you never left each other’s sides. you two were inseparable. you both were now in your final year of university and of course you shared an apartment together. bada majored in dance and you majored in art, specifically focusing in photography. naturally, a lot of the photos you took included bada, she was like your muse. if you ever needed to do a last minute project, she was always down to help. for bada, you too were like her muse for dance, but in a different way. whenever she had difficulties creating or finishing a choreography, she had to see you. she claimed that just by seeing you, you cleared her foggy mind and gave her so much inspiration. how could someone not fall for her? you did.

unfortunately for you, you were deeply in love with your best friend. in fact, she was your lesbian awakening in high school. you knew she liked anyone regardless of gender, however she never seemed to show interest in you at all. well, never directly.

recently, she was always going on dates with guys and coming back home complaining to you. today was one of those days. you were laying down on the couch in your pajama shorts and your (bada’s) t-shirt, watching something on your phone when bada entered the apartment with a loud sigh. she kicked off her shoes and threw her bag on the floor before taking her tall body and laying on top of you, basically smothering you.

“bada, what happened? also you’re crushing me” you said as you tried to push her off you slightly. the girl just snuggled into you more before loudly whining like a kicked puppy.

“princess, it was so terrible. he was sooo full of himself.” bada said tiredly. “he acted like he was doing me a favor by going on a date! i was the one doing him a favor if anything!” she complained passionately as she finally sat up a bit, just to give you enough room to sit up and hold the big human-sized puppy in your lap.

you patted her head softly as you said “bada, i have told you to stop going on every single date that someone asks you out on. especially this guy, seojun is a literal known asshole.”

the tall girl sighed knowing you were right. “i know, but i thought maybe it was just gossip you know? god, i wish these guys were like you y/n…so sweet and caring, never full of themselves. if they were like you, they’d be perfect. i’d immediately fall for them and make them mine.”

you blushed slightly but your heart broke at the same time. you slightly balled up your fists out of jealousy, but bada didn’t notice. you honestly hated hearing about your best friend’s dates. not only did they make you jealous, but bada always said if they were more like you she’d actually date them. “what does she even mean by that?” is something you’ve always wondered. if you’re so perfect for her, why won’t she date you?

you pushed your feelings aside as you smiled at bada and tapped her thigh signaling her to get up. “bada, you’ll find someone perfect for you, trust me. you just need to give it time and going on every date possible won’t help you.” you told her sincerely as you both got up from the couch.

bada nodded in agreement with you before pulling you in a hug. she rested her head atop yours before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “thank you y/n, you’re right. what would i do without you, my best friend.” she smiled at you before taking her bag from the floor and heading to her room to get ready for bed.

however, all you could do was just stand there in the middle of the living room. of course, you were friendzoned time and time again. you hated how bada could make you feel like you were only person she wanted or needed one second and then remind you of your place the next. you let a few tears fall down your face before quickly wiping them and going to your room to sulk over being stuck in the friendzone.

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the next day was definitely one of the shittiest days you’ve had in a while. to begin, you overslept and missed your first class because you were up all night thinking about bada and how much it hurt your heart to see her with shitty people and not you. then if that wasn’t enough, you spilled your energy drink all over your computer in the middle of your second class. fortunately for you, it wasn’t damaged. however, there was nothing to clean it with in the class and the closest bathroom had no paper towels to wipe it clean with. you were running out of time to make it to your last class, so you had to end up carrying a sticky computer in your bag halfway across campus so wouldn’t be late. then to top everything off, when you finally went to one of the dining halls after your last class, they ran out of the one meal you like there. you sat in defeat at one of the tables with arms on the table and your head resting on your arms.

bada currently had 20 minutes before her next practice started up, so she decided to head to the dining hall. she figured you’d also be there after a long day of classes, she knew your schedule like the back of her hand. bada spotted you at one of the tables with your head down, she immediately went over and patted your head softly.

your head lifted up slowly and your eyes met hers. “hey sleepyhead, why are you napping here?” bada asked grinning at you as she sat down next to you.

you sighed and fixed your hair. “i’m not napping, just drained” was all you could really say. you didn’t really feel like explaining the whole timeline of events that occurred. bada nodded her head in response before giggling to herself.

you looked at her with a confused face. “what’s so funny?” you asked her curiously.

“nothing really, it’s just i’m going on the blind date later after practice and i think the guy might be daehyun! you know the guy from your major.” bada explained while chuckling about thinking of going on a date with a fairly popular guy you know due to being in the same major and working together before.

this was your last straw. not only had you had a very terrible day, but now bada’s going on another date. you guess nothing you said last night mattered to her at all. you felt as if you don’t matter to her at all. you had began to accept being friendzoned, but now she’s completely ignoring what you tell her? what will happen when she starts actually dating someone, will she just ignore you all together?

tears brimmed your eyes as you quickly got up from the table and harshly grabbed your bag. you looked at her, your voice unsteady before saying “i don’t care, do what you want. have fun on your date bada, don’t bother complaining about it to me later because i’m not listening anymore.”

you walked off before bada could register what was even happening. she stood up once she finally realized what was going on and went to look for you, however you had walked far enough away for her to not see you anymore. she immediately pulled out her phone to text you.

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you made your way back to your shared apartment, crying your eyes out on the way home. “why are you so emotional? were you too hard on bada?” were the things you thought of on your walk back home. once you reached the complex, you quickly made it to your unit and went inside. all you could manage to do was take your shoes off before slowly walking over to your room, throwing your bag to the side, and flopping face first onto your bed. you curled up in a ball and cried your eyes out again. every insecurity you had about your friendship with bada came to the surface. even if she didn’t love you romantically, how could she just ignore your advice time after time if you’re her supposed best friend. how could she not realize the right choice has been in-front of her the whole time. she wanted every quality about you in the person she dated, so why not just date you? did she find you that repulsive?

you were wallowing in your thoughts for a while before you decided to check your phone. you felt it buzz as you walked home, but you were too focused on just making it home to check. your notifications revealed 4 missed calls and 10 texts in a row, all from bada. they all happened about 20 minutes ago.

my sea 🌊

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y/n

are you okay???

did i upset you??

where did you go?

are you going home?

y/n princess please tell me you’re home safely, i’m worried.

i hope you’re alright, please don’t cry anymore.

i’m sorry i don’t know what i did, but that doesn’t matter i just need you to be okay

princess?

please let me know when you see this, let me know you’re safe.

you felt like crying even more after reading bada’s texts. maybe you were the one who fucked up. you didn’t want the girl to panic too much and actually call the police, so you mustered up all your energy to text her back.

you

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i’m home, i’m fine.

you shut off your phone and threw it to the side as you slowly let more tears fall and sleep over take you. the day was so draining, your body couldn’t help but want to give into sleeping.

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the moment bada received your text, she immediately grabbed her stuff and ran out of practice. she ran over to the nearest convenience store to grab a bunch of all of your favorite snacks and drink: fruit jellies, potato chips, and strawberry milk. she had no idea as to why you suddenly became so upset, but the only thing on her mind was to make you feel better. once she purchased everything, bada rushed to your shared apartment quickly.

after you had barely fallen asleep for maybe 45 minutes, you heard a knock at your bedroom door and someone softly calling your name. you assumed it must be bada. you sighed deeply, rubbing your eyes awake. you honestly didn’t know how to react or what to do at this point.

“princess? you awake?” bada asked softly while gripping onto the plastic bag holding the things she got for you.

“go away bada, i’m fine” you mumbled at the door praying she could hear you.

that answer wasn’t good enough for bada. she may be oblivious to a lot of things, but she always knew when you didn’t feel okay. she slowly opened the door and looked at you balled up figure on your bed. the tall girl placed the bag of snacks on your desk and went to sit next to you on your bed. you huffed, sat up, and turned to face the taller girl.

“bada what don’t you understand about “go away” or “i’m fine”?” you asked the girl next to you tiredly. “i’m so tired just leave okay?” you pleaded.

“y/n i can tell you’re not fine, don’t lie to me now. we’re best friends.” bada said seriously looking you in your eyes.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes at her statement. bada tilted her head in confusion at your actions.

“what does that mean?” the oblivious girl asked.

“bada, if we’re seriously best friends…then why do you ignore and throw away every piece of advice i give you?” you started to get worked up, tears already brimming at your eyes again. “you act like you listen to what i say and you cherish it, but in reality you never do.” you said with your voice beginning to get shaky.

“y/n what-“

you cut off your best friend immediately. “don’t ask me what i mean because you know what i’m talking about. i tell you that going on a bunch of dates won’t help you find the one who deserves your love, you agree, say you appreciate me so much and wish you dated someone like me, and then turn around a few days later to go on dates.” you said as tears slowly began to fall down your face. you could barely think about what you were saying at the point, you were just speaking. bada sat there silently in shock listening to you explain everything.

“and bada you always do this. sure, it’s my fault that i accidentally fell in love with my best friend, so yeah seeing you go on all these failed dates and you saying you wish they were like me always make me jealous. but as your best friend it breaks my heart ten times more to see you just waste your time on these losers and just tossing me to the side.” you said as you were fully crying at this point. you were so deep in your emotions you didn’t even realize you just confessed your love to your best friend.

it took bada a while to understand what you had just said but once she did, she immediately started crying with you. you were very confused to see bada cry along with you. you were going to ask why she had began crying but she had said “you’re in love with me y/n?”

you were so shocked as you didn’t even realize what you had said until she said something, you gasped at the realization and looked up at bada, now you were afraid. even though you were upset with bada, you didn’t want to lose her all together.

“bada wait i-“

“no y/n, be honest with me…are you seriously in love with me?” bada asked looking into your eyes, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly in hers.

you looked down, unable to face her. “yes bada, i’ve been in love with you for years. you were even the reason why i realized i was a lesbian, since i’m telling you everything…” you laughed slightly out of embarrassment.

bada couldn’t help but to smile at your confession through her tears “y/n- no my princess, i should have just been honest with you and myself. i also fell in love with my best friend. i thought going on all these dates wishing they were you would maybe help. i never knew you could feel the same way, i was so oblivious. i am so so sorry i hurt you in the process, i never wanted to do that. you are the most important person to me. i love you so much princess.” bada confessed to you while still holding onto your hands. your head shot up at her confession and you looked at her in her eyes to make sure she was being serious. you could tell she was being serious so you couldn’t help but cry out of happiness.

bada pulled you into her and hugged you tightly. you wrapped your arms around her waist and cried into her chest. she let her tears fall freely as well as she held you in her arms as her own.

once you both calmed down, bada pulled away to look at your pretty face and admire the girl she loved so much. she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled at you. you smiled back at bada and giggled.

“does this mean…we’re girlfriends?” you questioned shyly.

bada chuckled at your shyness before nodding. “yes, yes you’re my girlfriend and i’m yours princess.”

you giggled and placed a quick peck to bada’s lips, still holding her close. bada blushed at the peck before bringing you back into her and kissing your lips softly. you both sat there letting that kiss make up for the lost time that you could’ve been together.

when bada pulled away from the kiss, you whined and looked up at the taller girl with puppy eyes. bada laughed at your actions before smirking down at you.

“why? does my princess want more?” your girlfriend teased you while rubbing her hands up and down your sides. you nodded quickly in response before stretching your neck back up to meet her lips.

bada deepened the kiss, biting your lips softly. your kisses got messier and filled with more and more passion. you were holding onto bada for dear life as she licked across your lips, signaling you that she wanted in. you let her have access so easily, her tongue easily dominated yours as you both continued to hold each other close and make out on your bed. the whimpers and moans you both let out were swallowed by the other within your kisses.

eventually after you both pulled away to catch your breaths, you spotted the plastic grocery bag on your desk.

“baby what’s that?” you questioned softly while pointing at the bag with your finger.

bada blushed at the pet name you gave her before answering you. “it’s all of your favorites princess! fruit jellies, strawberry milk, and potato chips. i bought them earlier to try to make you feel better.”

you smiled up at your girlfriend giggling at the sweet action. “you’re perfect, oblivious as hell, but perfect. i’m so lucky” you said sweetly while getting up to get the bag of snacks.

bada watched you get up as she shook her head in disagreement. “princess, i’m definitely the lucky one, you’re the best girlfriend i could have asked for. i should have really just dated you from the start…” bada trailed off as her face turned into a pout.

you returned to the bed with your snacks acquired and kissed the cute pout off of bada’s face. after that quick kiss, she was nothing but smiles.

“now hush you big puppy, let’s not focus on the lost time. let’s just focus on us now.” you stated as you snuggled into bada.

bada held you close as you snuggled into her. she knew you were right, there’s no use in dwelling on what already happened. all she wanted to do now was create new amazing memories with you.

bada looked at you while smiling and said “so a movie and snacks?”

you chuckled and smiled back at her “you read my mind baby.”

[ttoddii]

cigarettes after sex

part 1 of the story here.

pairing(s) – bada lee x f!reader

genre – smut, hint of angst (if you think that way)

warnings – MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, rough sex, fingering, pussy slapping, use of toys (dildo), overstimulation, degrading, fwb relationship, smoking, bada is a meanie, language, bad grammar, bad description, lowercase intended.

wc – 2k

a/n – my brain is a bit dumb, a bit delulu, a bit not on earth, so if this is bad, i understand why, and i apologize in advance. hope you could still enjoy this content.

taglist (OPEN) – @missminho; @taniio; @vvsbada; @krissysays (comment under my posts to be add/remove)

things happened.

it might be a mistake, a curse in disguise of a blessing, but right now, when your mind is hazy from the thick smoke, your hand holding onto a litted cigarette as your arm spread out, letting the ashes of the cigarette falls down to the floor and your body is laying next to bada, you couldn't think of a single thing.

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her hand snake around your waist as she grab you tightly, holding you in her embrace as she pull you forefully into her apartment. you did not hesitate, never once did you push her away. you did it obediently, not caring what might happen the second you step a foot inside.

she's your friend, a friend that you had known for years.

what's the worst that could happen?

you fully let yourself become selfish, just like what you wanted, what you wished for earlier.

and it feel like a blessing.

how bada would kiss you harshly, letting her teeth bite down to your lower lip occasionally as you whine, your body lean even more into her as you wrap your arms around her neck, your hand pushing her head to deepen the kiss, wanting more of her.

you want to taste her tongue, want to feel how it actually taste under the bitterness of that lingering cigarette flavor you two just shared. so your tongue finds hers, wrapping itself around hers as you moan into her kiss.

you try to find her taste, you want to get a taste of heaven.

even if this is just a dream, and when you wake up you would be in your bed, as emptiness fill your soul.

you want to at least enjoy this moment.

her hands were all over your body, fondling with your breast, holding your waist tightly as if she want to leave behind a mark, making sure it will bruise the next day, to let the world know.

but you don't mind, you don't mind it as long as her sweet taste is still at the tip of your tongue, you wouldn't even care, not once bother when she swift you off your legs. her arms holding you securely as she bring you to her bed.

the smell of her bedsheet embrace you as she put you down, her smell clouded all your sense as you hazily wrap your arms around her neck, once again pulling her into a kiss as her hand slide down to undone your bra.

it's a sloppy kiss, a string of saliva clearly connected the two of you as she pulls away, her lips quite red and puffy with how harshly you two had kissed, playing the push and pull game as none of you let the other win. her cheeks tinted a hue of pink, her eyes hazy with lust, staring at your own as she slowly lower her position to your lower body.

bada work her way down to your jeans, unbuttoning it, pulling it down to your knees, before she perk her head back up to look at you.

"i want to know if you're sure about this", bada's voice is husky, a bit hoarse as it is clearly filled with needs, her eyes impatiently await your answer, yet she has that secure aura around her, letting you know that you can always back out from this.

but please, your own bestfriend, the woman that you have a crush on, asking if you're sure about this...

... would you even say no?

so you groan, your arms holding your upper body up as you stare into bada's lustful eyes. your mind hazy, your teeth bite down to the inner wall of your cheek as you make sure you can say what bada want to hear instead of just giving bada a nod.

"please, bada, just fuck me already."

and that's the consent that bada needs, her hands pull down the rest of your jeans before she lower down your panty, her hands spread your legs open before she look up at your embarrased form.

"so fucking wet for me already, you slut", and she give you a slap on your cunt, your body jerk up from the impact as you whine.

your brows furrow on its own as your legs close, but bada wouldn't let that happen so easily, her hands quickly pin it down to the bed, her face display a satisfying smirk at your uncomfortable position.

"stop teasing", you said, your voice small and pathetic compared to bada's confident voice.

and she chuckle at your exclaim, her body moving up before she fully stand next to the bed, her hands work its way with her bedside drawer before she pulls out a toy, a dildo to be exact.

its apperance scared you, a bit too big to your likings, the veining replica from a real cock spread through out the toy as you stare at it.

your head shake disapprovingly to bada, your face displaying fear as your brows furrow and you give her a pout. but bada only laugh, she move her body back to be on top of you, and she give you a kiss.

a harsh one.

and you hate how mean bada is.

she knows how this would affect you, she knows that you need her, she knows how addicted you are to her touch, her kiss, her warmth.

and she use that to control you, making your mind yet again hazy as you close your eyes and let she has her way with you.

her kiss is oh so painful, as she sloppily push her tongue into your mouth, shoving it around, making its way torturing yours as she would bite down on your lips. and you could no longer taste the bitterness of the cigarette, nor the sweetness of her tongue, but a bit of iron in your mouth as you swear you could taste your own blood.

but it worked its magic, clouding your mind as bada would slide the toy agonizingly slow on top of your body, on every inch of your skin, before she tease the tip of it on your clit.

and bada is so so mean, making sure to pull away from your lips when she does so, smirking as she sees how you whine, your neediness showing with how lost you feel without her kiss.

"focus here, princess, and i'll make you see stars", bada said, the toy in her hand teasingly slide up and down slowly on your pussy under her movement, demanding your attention as bada look up to see how uncomfortable you are, squirming under her touch.

"bada, you're so mean", you groan, your voice soft as you laid your head back to her pillow, finding something to lean on before you hear her chuckle.

"am i?", bada asked, and you suddenly gasp at how she push the toy in unexpectedly. one of her eyebrow rise, seemingly amuse at your reaction.

her hand doesn't stop, she keeps pushing the toy in and out, sometimes she would even quicken the pace, then slow it down, making you whine in agony.

"louder", bada demand, her other hand slap on your clit as you cry out with the impact, the toy is ruthless in her hand, touching all the right place in you as she would sometimes lower her hand to make the dildo curve its way upward "if you feel good, you better show it, slut."

your body jerk up from how rough bada is treating you, how the toy in her hand goes inside of you at such a fast pace, almost hurt you in a bad way when she try to shove it to the deepest corner of your core. and you cry out, your cheeks started to be stain with tears as the stimulation started to get overwhelming.

"bada please, please slow down", you cry, your hands start pushing bada away as you feel your back arch, your legs shaking, your mind a mess with how you cannot think of a coherent thought.

all you could do is beg.

and fuck, you swear you could feel your pussy getting hotter with the friction, you can hear the sound of the toy slapping against your cunt, and your own squelching sound as your juice try to protect you from the harsh treatment bada is giving you.

"behave, i will slow down when i want to, don't tell me what to do", bada respond to your pleas, her voice dark with lust as her other hand start to circle around your clit, sometimes she would flick it, or pinch it.

your body is like a toy to her, she would do as she please, without caring is it hurting you or not.

but if your mind could think of any single thing right now, it would agree that you don't mind this treatment, you don't mind how rough she is treating you.

you love it just as much as how bada is enjoying the sight in front of her.

your tears stained cheeks, your puffy lips from her harsh kissing, your shaking body, your back arching, and your mouth blabbering nonsense as your mind cannot think of a single coherent word.

she took pity on you, her eyes stare at your form as she quicken her pace, her finger circling around your clit faster and the dildo in her hand shoved into your hot cunt one last time before you cry out, your body shaking violently as you reach your climax.

your mouth open as you gasp for air, your eyes close shut as you see stars.

bada kept her promise.

"good girl", you hear bada's voice close to your ears as she slowly lean in to kiss you softly on your forehead.

your tensed body slowly relax, it feels like jelly under your control, and so you don't even bother to try and move an inch. your eyes slowly open up as you see how bada is standing, her tall form walking over to her table as she pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking one from it before she put it in her mouth.

"so what are we now?", you ask softly, your voice still weak after how much you had cried and begged bada to slow down from your intense session.

bada walk back to the bed, reaching out to a lighter to lit up her cigarette before she inhale a long breath from it. her eyes bore into yours as she ponder upon your question.

"i want to keep you as a secret", she said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and hold it in her hand as she answer you, "i want to continue being your friends, but i know i had crossed my boundaries."

you know, you know what she means. you know there is no turning back for the both of you, there is no such thing as "bestfriends" anymore, and yet, there will also never be a "lovers".

and so you sigh, your eyes meet bada's as you nod your head softly.

you don't want to lose her, you never want to lose someone you love so dearly. and yet, the thought of never being hers fully, hurt you so badly.

"so let's stay friends, bada."

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you take a puff from your cigarette, exhaling all the smoke out as your mind think about all the event from last night.

bada is laying down next to you, sound asleep, and you turn your head to look at her form. her two colors hair spread out beautifully, her eyes close shut, unaware of anything in this world.

she look unbothered, peaceful. it's as if this is a totally different person from the one last night, fucking you ruthlessly, paying no mind to your wellness.

you love her, truly. and to know that you can never have her, the pain of knowing how different you two are. how dazzling she is, and how common you are.

you know you stand no chance.

so maybe, just staying as friends, but doing things as a lovers, is enough for you.

you don't need a label, or at least you make yourself believe so. as bitter as the thought may sounds, will never be as bitter as the taste of the cigarette in your hand.

and so, if it must be.

there will be so much more cigarettes after sex to come.

[taurizzz]

—after breaking up with y/n, bada realises that howl isn’t the one she truly wants.

it was a nasty breakup between you and bada.

there were A LOT of tears from you while bada managed to stay stone cold.

“i don’t want to be with you anymore y/n, i don’t love you.”

you couldn’t believe it, you had just spent a year of your life with bada and you thought things were going absolutely fine. sure you guys had your arguments here and there, but which couple doesn’t????

“please bada,” you begged, “tell me what i did and i can fix it, please.”

“you can’t y/n, i’ve met someone else.”

those words shattered your heart.

she met someone else? bada… cheated on you?

your stomach dropped at the thought, you couldn’t even look the tall girl in the eye as you ran out the room, tears rushing down your cheeks.

it had been a year and half since that fateful night.

you stopped going to dance classes, you blocked bada on everything, you were slowly building yourself back up.

bada immediately noticed your absence in class, sighing to herself, trying to convince herself that she made the right choice.

when things started to get serious with you, it scared bada. she had never felt so strongly for someone before, much less another woman and the thought of the matter scared her. the unknown frightened her, especially in a conservative country such as her own.

howl was the conventional choice.

he could provide with things that you couldn’t, that a relationship with you couldn’t and her parents would actually accept this romance.

it’s not like bada wasn’t interested in howl, she did have a good time with him.

he made her laugh, took care of her, they barely fought, he was never jealous about her growing popularity.

howl was perfect, but he wasn’t you.

you. the chaotic girl from dance class who had a temper and never thought before she spoke.

bada found herself frequently checking instagram to see whether she was still blocked. always coming out a bit disappointed.

until one day, she wasn’t.

and she just had to click on your profile. it was purely for scientific purposes…

the newest post intrigued her the most. it was a picture of you and another girl with the caption “it takes time.”

bada noticed that you looked genuinely happy as she scrolled through your instagram for hours on end. she watched all your highlights, scrolled through your tagged posts, even watched your story.

it was a mirror selfie of you in a dance studio.

bada smiled sadly, she thought she may have been the reason that you quit dance forever but it was bittersweet to see that you were back at it.

it meant you were over her.

as she stared at your face, her eyes began to water.

howl was perfect, but you were everything to her.

she didn’t need a conventional life.

all she wanted was you, but it was too late. you’re over her and now she was the one silently begging for you to come back.

damn…

now that made me sad to write lmao.

but hope y’all enjoyed this lil angsty thing!

lots of love,

j <3

[badasgirlfriend]

paper rings ₊ ⊹ - bada lee social media au

synopsis: in this school two polar opposites exist: the mean popular girl that everyone hates, and the good popular girl that everyone loves. but what could go more wrong when their paths keep crossing and suddenly their relationship is everyone's business

pairings: bada lee x fem!oc

genre: highschool au, fwb, mean girl x good girl trope, secret relationship

warning: kys jokes... thats all (i think)

a/n: the mc is gonna be rlly mean at the start so ignore shes still a baddie😍 also theyre both in 4th year so they're off age about the whole fwb thing. i wont write smut but its implied what they have going on

status: ongoing

taglist (open): @avocifera @badasgff @neuftaeng @ethereallicsstuff @aprilsavagegirl @fae-the-wanderer @itsbokutosjuicyass @badapooks @wmnrhot @mightymyo @tikitsune @kissablening @badasgirl @badabonita @prilux @i33avii @italiekim @strawbn1ng @blue4hour @jjlovesbada @samiosisig @currentfications @mikaleialt @1luvkarina @waveartistry @dexthzone @seullovesme @pinksults @hoping2756 @dkluvs @neuftaeng @aprilsavagegirl @awkwardtoafault @kdacase @rootingforbada @taruusmoon @mrkrabs1990 @badasoneandonly @exactlycoralfox @nimxie @luvyoutwice @bluesimps-world @justaharmlesspotat0 @lil-elliesgf @haechansbbg @pupbistro @linnnsworld @badaspookie

the nasty bitches | golden squad | extras

01. "blondes have more fun" 02. "rumors" 03. "who let you out like that" 04. "i can help you" 05. "baby on the way 06. "pinky promise" 07. "its a date" 08. "fake friends" 09. "defending yui" 10. "movie night 11. "personal photographer" 12. "good luck charm 13. "i dont trust her"

[mikaleialt]

02| Secret Love Song

Bada Lee x Bebe!Reader

Cw: angst, fluff, get ready for another rollercoaster of emotions, sorry if took way too long <3

Part I here

It has been weeks since the incident, and it has been weeks since you last talked to Bada. The whole team Bebe feel the tension between the two, even if you both act like you are in good terms with Bada.

Eventually the tension lessens after Bebe wins the 'New Song Choreography Challenge'. That time you were all in shock, and the win made you tear up. But even so, the strain in your relationship with Bada never disappears.

The event of that night hunts you 'till this day. You two ended up ignoring each other while still being with each other under one roof, cooking meals for each other, eating dinner together and even updating each other from time to time. Your relationship is all a blur, you don't know what to call it.

That night after Bada made it clear to you that she does not have any intention of making your relationship public, it felt like you two broke up right then as you left her crying alone in your living room. But why were you still holding on to each other? Even if there's no verbal affirmation that you two broke off, you both know that the relationship you have is already gone. So why are you still going back to the same house, sharing the same meals, and still do the same routines you did as couples.

"Bada Lee what are we now?" Was the only thought you have as you sit in the bench in your team's spot in the fight zone as Kang Daniel speaks through the microphone.

And now a new mission was announced, the Crew Battle Mission. Your heart drops at the mention of the crew battle since you know that no one in your team actually has experience when it comes to it. You looked at Bada as you see her get tensed, a worried look is planted on her face.

Days later, you are at the dance studio with the girls trying to come up a choreography for Wolf'lo's Crew Song, Crimson. It was a slow hiphop song so it is quite hard to come up with dance steps, but you managed to somehow.

Bada is out with her fans on a birthday cafe, and is yet to come to practice. September 22, it is her birthday today, you checked your phone. Your wallpaper no longer being your girlfriend but a picture of you which Bada took, she said it was her favorite photo of you, and you are holding on to it still. You smiled slightly upon remembering that day, at the same time your heart stings.

Lest to your knowledge, the younger members of team Bebe saw the smile on your face and they can't say that they aren't relieved to finally see your smile again. They thought that maybe you and Bada are finally ok.

"Oh unnie is smiling again!" Sowoen excitedly announces and the girls immediately swoon over you, hugging you tightly. You finally let out a noise of laughter, you felt happy once again after a long time of doing nothing but cry.

While you are busy goofing around with the girls, Bada finally arrives at the studio and saw how happy you look. She felt something weird inside her chest when she saw you laughing, something warm and fuzzy like she is falling in love once again, but it's also painful and her chest tightens at the same time.

"Bada unnie is here!" Cheche finally notices their leader at the door. "Unnie look at the move Y/n unnie came up with!" The girls then pulled Bada in front of them as they all formed in a circle. Kyma presses play, and the song started playing. When the beat drops, they executed the move, each of them dropping on the ground at the same time.

Bada was amazed, her gaze then falls on you, you look so proud at the girls, the familiar feeling once again was felt inside Bada's chest. You were standing a few feet away from Bada, watching the girls also on how they execute the move you did. Bada couldn't help but finally admire your face once again, then she finally saw your tired eyes, you sunken face, you must've lost a few pounds. Yet in Bada's eyes you are still beautiful.

The song stops and team Bebe looks at their leader, waiting for her feedback but they notice Bada just staring at Y/n.

"Unnie is so lovestruck" Tatter pointed out and the girls all giggled. Bada finaly snapped out of it, cheeks turning red as she finally gave her feedback to the girls.

A few moments later you finally finished practice and you and Bada are now making your way to her car. As soon as you mounted the car, Bada started driving. The drive was quiet, but not the usual suffocating silence that you two have endured these past months, it was a comforting silence, just like the ones you felt before you two entered the competition.

"Y/n... I'm sorry" Bada's eyes are still focused on the road ahead, you were shocked to hear Bada's words.

"Back then, I really don't think telling the public about our relationship is that important. I mean, I love the privacy we have and for me that is enough..." Bada sighs as she continues to talk, you just kept staring at her, listening to what she is saying.

"...But I realized I never did anything to try and understand your side. I was being selfish and... being a jerk too." She chuckled, you kept staring at her, seeing how sincere she was. You can't help but feel your heart swells up as Bada explains herself.

"At first, I never understand why you want to make our relationship public... It's the only thing I've been thinking about this whole time. But then earlier while I was with some of the fans, one of them asks for your number and told me to tell you that they have a huge crush on you, and that they were actually your classmate from highschool." Bada pauses once again as the car stops at the red light, she took this opportunity to finally stares back at you. You can see her eyes are getting watery.

"When she said that, I couldn't help but feel jealous. A thought came into my mind, "What if you found someone else? What if you found someone who is willing to shout at the whole world that they were yours? Would you be happy" My brain kept making me overthink about you being with somebody and it breaks my heart." Small tears are now streaming down her cheeks, she tries to wipe it off but more tears came falling down. Your heart stings at the sight of Bada crying.

The light turns green again, Bada composed herself and started driving once again. You still kept silent, letting Bada release all her emotions.

"And then when I came to the studio, I saw you laughing with the girls, it was the first time I saw you smile after a long time. Then I thought, "Would you be happy like this if I did your request?" And that's when I realize, maybe you don't really need a reason for wanting to publicize our relationship, maybe you just want to be happy to finally be able to express your love without hiding." Your heart swells up and now it was your turn to tear up.

"What I've been wanting to say is that... Y/n, I want to finally set this right and tell the whole world how much I love you. I couldn't last another day without you, so please give me a chance to fix it all. I want to be the one who brings you happiness, I want to be the reason why you laugh and smile. I'm sorry if I had only realized this now. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you" By this time, Bada had parked the car on the side of the road to finally talk to you properly. Both of you are crying, out of instinct, you reached out to Bada to wipe her tears as she instantly leans in to your touch.

"Y/n..." She held your hand close to her, bringing to her lips before kissing your palms. "I love you so much, please give me one more chance. I want to tell the world how I feel about you, I want to tell them that I'm your girlfriend, that I'm the luckiest woman ever because I got to be with you." You don't know what to feel, seeing as how Bada pleads for your forgiveness, for another chance. You see the sincerity in her eyes.

You held her face once again, caressing her cheeks, and wiping the tears on her face as she does the same to you. You smiled at her and you finally muttered the words she wanted to hear.

"I love you so much, Badari..." More tears fell from Bada's eyes as she finally heard you say it. It has been months since you last said it.

Bada kept muttering apologies to you as you pull her in for a hug. She is finally relieved to be in your arms again, no more spending cold nights alone in the empty bed you once shared, no longer feeling lonely. You're back, you accepted her back. She's so happy.

She couldn't contain herself and finally pulled you in for a kiss, your heart almost exploded as your lips collides with hers. Both pf you now contented to be in each others arms once again.

Few moments later, you are now both back on the road, Bada's hand is on the wheel while the other is holding your hand.

"Baby, you're supposed to turn here" You pointed out as Bada missed the turn.

"Oh noooo" she cutely whines as she realizes her mistake, "Don't worry, Taeyoung saids that the roads are all connected here, we can turn on the next one" she said confidently.

"Bada, you just missed it again" You laughed at her and she whines again.

A/n: finally after 2 months, Secret Love Song has finally come to an end. I'm sorry if it took long for me to post this so I added a cute moment at the end as payment for uploading it this late. Thank you for waiting I hope I didn't

[ourdadai]

poderia fazer locks da bada lee, por gentileza?

☆ bada lee ( dançarina / coreógrafa ) lockscreens !

[cool-fancier]

A Heartbreaking Decision

Synopsis: You were unconscious in a sterile room, on life support. Your family considered unplugging it.

Your loyal partner, Bada, entered the room, shut the door, and confronted them.

As tensions rose, machines were turned off and the room fell silent.

"I love you," Bada said quietly. In another life, we'll be together."

The decision had been done, leaving long-lasting scars of unhappiness.

The sterile hospital room seemed to be suffocating, its cold, white walls reflecting the hopelessness that hung heavy in the air. You were an optimistic person once, but now you lay still, attached to a complex web of machines and tubes. A cruel twist of fate left you unconscious and unable to move and Bada could do nothing but watch, her heart aching with desperation.

The agonising condition got much worse by the strict hospital regulations. Bada begged the medical staff from where she was standing, just outside the room, her face twisted in agony. She had supported you through everything and had loved you with all her heart, but she wasn't regarded as family. The barriers of regulations and bureaucracy seemed impossible.

Your parents were thinking the terrible decision that hovered over your life as they stood inside the room, overwhelmed with sorrow and tiredness. There had been no sign of progress for several weeks. The financial strain and emotional pain were becoming unbearable for your family, and the idea of letting you go had become practically unavoidable.

From where she was standing outside the room, Bada overheard their serious conversation, and her heart fell with every word she heard. She was aware that your family had made the decision to turn off your life support. She couldn't stand the idea of losing you in such a way, and her choice was the result of unimaginable suffering. She couldn't bring herself to allow your family to make such a terrible decision without her.

Without hesitation, Bada interfered to resolve the situation. She discreetly closed the door from inside the room as she silently entered. She was unable to watch while your family prepared to send you away. She had to stand by your side, hold your hand, and indicate her presence to you,no matter what.

As she examined your lifeless body on the bed, Bada's hands shook. She was aware that her actions could have terrible consequences, but she was prepared to accept them all in order to be with you. She had to think that there was a chance that you might still recover.

Bada gently and nervously reached out to touch your face when she was seated at your bedside. Her voice cracked with emotion as she uttered loving and uplifting words while wiping tears from her eyes. She expressed her love for you and how she couldn't bear to lose you. You were her whole world.

Outside the room, chaos began. Your family and the medical staff demanded to break through the barricaded door, shouting for Bada to come out. The sound of pounding and shouting filled the corridor, but Bada refused. She had made up her mind to be with you for as long as she could.

The situation worsened as a result of Bada's choice to barricade the door and stay with you at the hospital. When your family had taken the difficult decision to remove your life support, it led to in a tense confrontation, but she was determined to be by your side.

As the medical staff and your parents burst into the room, Bada stood stubbornly, her grip on your hand unwavering. She met your parents' eyes as they flooded with shock and pain at her bold refusal.

Your father yelled, "Get out of here, Bada," his voice a mix of desperation and rage. "You have no right to interfere with our decision."

Your mother begged Bada, "Please, Bada, we're doing what's best for her," as tears flowed down her face. "You need to understand."

But Bada's determination remained unbroken. "I can't just stand by and watch you take this step without me," she replied. "I love Y/N, and I won't leave her side."

Your parents and Bada got into a heated disagreement, which raised the tension in the room. The medical team made an effort to step in, but it was challenging to restore order due to the intense emotional nature of the incident.

Your father roared, his voice quivering with fury, "You have no say in this. "We are her parents, and we have the right to make this decision."

Bada's voice cracked as she responded, "I know you're her parents, but I love her. I need to be here with her, to let her know she not alone."

Your mother pleaded for help one final time, her face etched with agony. "Bada, we appreciate your love for our daughter, but this is our decision to make."

As the argument carried on with neither side wanting to accept, tensions reached a breaking point. Your parents were compelled to carry out their decision as the medical team insisted in trying to turn off the life support.

Bada's voice quivered as she whispered to you, "I love you, and I'm here with you.And I promise in another life we will be together" Her eyes remained locked with yours as she leaned in to kiss your forehead. She then hesitantly released your hand, allowing the medical staff to proceed with their duties.

As the machines were disconnected, and the room fell into silence, Bada watched in suffering.  Your parents clutched each other close as their faces were scarred with suffering.

The choice had been made, but Bada and your parents' disagreements and enmity would remain forever as a reminder of the painful decisions they had been forced to make. Your parents' enormous grief and sense of duty had ultimately come into disagreement with Bada's firm love and resolve, causing scars that would take a long time for them to heal.

[badaspebble]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Thread Of Fate

Bada Lee x fem!reader

Summary: The friendship between you and Bada was special. The both of you relied on each other as best friends and as “platonic soulmates.” At least, before you ghosted Bada 2 years ago, leaving her confused and feeling misled. You guys were on good terms so there was no reason for you to ghost her. What happens when she sees you at an international dance competition, looking as happy as ever?

Warnings: Bad rushed angst…that’s all

WC: 1.9k

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Bada walked into the crowded room with confidence oozing from her, immediately making her stand out. Her team was behind her, jumping around excitedly as they thought about the upcoming competition. Their laughs and little giggles blended in with the conversations of others. Bada smiled before her attention was taken away from them by somebody in front of her.

“Hey! You must be Bada. I’ll be going against you with my team back there.” The person in front of her smiled, eyes bright and genuine. Bada took notice of the group which the stranger was pointing to, near the wall. Her eyes didn’t spend much time on them as she didn’t want to ignore the person in front of her. They probably didn’t want to start on bad terms.

Her smirk turned into a toothy smile, making sure to look friendly. “It’s nice to meet you and-“ She paused, looking towards the group near the wall again. “And your group.” Her composure slightly faltered, now looking over their faces. Bada strained her eyes to get a better look at them..at you.

Your smile was bright and contagious. Your eyes shined in a way like no other, and you still had the habit of scrunching your nose when you laughed. Bada swallowed, not believing her eyes.

The person in front of her was still talking, but she didn’t pay any mind. It was rude, but she couldn’t help it. Her attention was completely on you, and how happy you looked. Bada could feel her team come closer, chiming in on the conversation as they looked at their leader in confusion due to her silence.

Why were you so happy? Have you ever thought about her as you left? Questions rang through Bada’s head as she blinked harshly. In a split second, your head turned towards her direction. The smile you had dropped slowly, subtly. You made eye contact with her briefly before looking down. Was it in shame? Bada continued to look at you, secretly praying you’d look back.

She could see you playing with your fingers, a nervous habit you’d do to distract yourself. Bada tilted her head as you abruptly stopped, looking up at her again. You nervously raised your hand, slightly waving. She clenched her jaw, running her tongue over her teeth before looking down as she contemplated what to do. On one hand, she was happy you looked back. On the other hand, you should’ve acted like you never saw her. She was about to raise her hand, wanting to make you happy but she really couldn't. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t be pathetic.

How could you pretend everything was okay? Like you didn’t break her heart by abandoning her? Her chest hurt, but she ignored it. Bada raised her head, looking away from you and pretending you didn’t exist. She could see the way you dropped your arm as she did so, also looking away from her.

The conversations around her started to get louder as she stopped focusing on you. Her team grabbed her arm and dragged her everywhere, wanting to meet the people there. She took one more look at you, seeing you laughing again before she was dragged off.

She was zoned out, not realizing the time going by and the closer she was getting to your group. Bada sighed, focusing back on the present as she was still being dragged around. She was going to speak up, telling them that they should get some food before the competition until she looked around, seeing you right next to her.

Her group was conversing with yours while you looked at her. You mumbled out a “Hey..” as you played with your fingers. Bada didn’t say anything back, just looking at you. She had the plan to ignore your existence but that was hard seeing as you were right in front of her. She looked over your face, seeing the lights reflect off of your beautiful skin and making you look ethereal.

“How are you?” You continued even after she didn’t respond, wanting to kill the awkward atmosphere. You didn’t expect her to be here, so you couldn’t really prepare yourself for what to say to the girl you ghosted.

Bada scoffed silently, making sure her group didn’t hear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her response came out smooth despite her racing heart. Her eyes stayed on your face, moving around to every little flaw that she memorized and loved. She heard you mumble something incoherently before looking away.

“That’s why I asked you.” Your voice became louder so she could hear you. “I missed you…”

Bada looked at you in bewilderment as she laughed a little at your audacity. She bit her lip before rolling her eyes. “Are you really one of those people?” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re the one who left.”

You could see the way her body moved uncomfortably as she continued the conversation with you. “Just because I made a mistake doesn’t mean I can’t regret it.” Your words were starting to become firm, genuine regret showing in your expression.

Bada shook her head and looked away from you, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I’ve moved on.” Her voice quivered. “I don’t know who you are.”

Your eyes widened slightly, surprised that she’d do that. You expected her to be somewhat understanding as it’s literally in her nature. “You don’t mean that..” You tried looking into her eyes but it was hard as she was actively avoiding yours. “Bada?”

Her head turned towards you again, her eyes still avoiding yours. “I had questions, but I think I’m okay without them being answered.” You could physically see the way her shoulders dropped as she said those words.

“You’d be even better if you had them answered, though.” Your words were filled with uncertainty. “Let me explain myself…please?”

She looked at you in frustration. Not at you, but at herself. She wants to reject your offer and leave you hurt just as you did with her, but she can’t. Like you thought earlier, Bada was the type to at least see another perspective.

Her large hand grabbed yours, dragging you off without looking back at the confused faces of both your groups. She weaved in between the crowd, her long legs making the trip short. Bada brought you into a private room, letting go of your hand as soon as she entered. Her body turned towards yours as she looked at you expectantly.

You swallowed, looking around at the empty room before making eye contact with Bada. “I don’t really know how to start…”

A scoff was heard, echoing in the otherwise silent room. “Did you just want to waste my time?” Her words were slightly harsh, as she no longer wanted to act calm.

It wasn't even a couple of seconds after she said that before you started talking. “No…I swear I didn’t. I just don’t know how to put my feelings into words..”

Bada looked at your fidgeting fingers, trying to ignore her instinct to console you. Her jaw clenched before she took a couple of steps back, leaning on the wall. Brown eyes continued to pierce through your body.

Subtle steps were taken by you in order to be closer to her. “I thought you lost interest in me as your friend..” A deep breath was heard. “At first I distanced myself to see if I was right, but when you didn’t do anything…it proved my suspicions.” You could see her body immediately leave the wall as she opened her mouth. “In my eyes.” You hurried out. “I know it wasn’t like that but the mind is a powerful thing.”

Your voice started to tremble. “That’s why I ghosted. It’s not an excuse and I know that but..” Your voice trailed off. Your eyes remained on the floor, even when you heard her footsteps come closer. It wasn’t long before her feet entered your vision.

Bada’s hand cupped your chin, making you look up at her. The emotions swirling in her eyes were hard to look at. You were happy that they were different emotions than before, but it was still overwhelming for her and it was obvious.

The prolonged eye contact made you nervous, mind tempting you to break it. Despite her voice being filled with frustration, confusion, and uncertainty, it was smooth. “I understand. I know your past but we were soulmates…”

Bada could see the way her words hit you as you blinked rapidly, your breathing slightly speeding up. Her hand still grasped your chin while her other hand brought you a little closer by your waist, her expression showing the way she was waiting for you.

You looked back at the door, wanting to have a possible escape just in case. You kept looking at the door as you uttered your next words. “Were we?” Your tone very obviously showed how uncomfortable you were.

Bada didn’t waste a second to turn your head and put her forehead against yours. It was a habit she did whenever she grew nervous. You remembered how she said it made her feel closer to you.

She held your head as she pressed her body against you. Your feet stumbled backward, with Bada’s following due to the sheer force she used. Her breath fanned your face as she whispered. “Don’t say that…please. I know I said I’ve moved on but it still hurts..”

Your hands grabbed both her wrists, not wanting to let go. “I’m sorry.” Nothing was said for a long period, making you anxious. You whispered her name, trying to get her attention. You were met with teary eyes as she made eye contact.

“I should’ve never let you explain.” Her words were paired with her pulling away from you. “It just hurts. A little while after you ghosted me, the anger replaced the hurt. It was so strong that I could focus on it instead. Now I have nothing to focus on but the loss of you.” Bada completely stepped back now, slowly but firmly pulling her wrists out of your grasp.

Bada wiped her tears harshly, smearing her makeup in the process. Her sniffles filled the room, echoing in the empty space. They were almost as loud as your breaking heart. If this is what would’ve happened if you confronted her instead of ghosting, you’re sure you made the right choice.

She didn’t say anything else as she looked at you before trying to walk out. You grabbed her sleeve, looking back at her in slight acceptance. This is for the best. Despite you slowly coming to acceptance, you needed to ask one more thing. “Do you believe in the red thread of fate?” Your words were quiet as you waited for her.

You could hear the way your heart picked up as she barely whispered her next words. “Not anymore.”

The hold you had on her sleeve dropped abruptly in shock. You couldn’t even say anything as she walked out, your eyes staying on the spot where she was standing.

Your body took you out of the room before your mind could process what happened. Your mind continues to race as you realize you have to battle against her. “Shit…”

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A/N: Anyways ignore the fact that this is ass and I’ve been inconsistent asf. THIS YEAR IS MY YEAR FR. (I’ll start answering asks 🤧)

Also this was gonna be longer cause I originally wanted to add smut into it but I couldn’t see an opening. Sorry y'all

Alsoooo ignore the fact that I haven’t released the series yet. A bitch got bored of it

[badasgirl]

head over heels

bada lee x fem!reader

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a late night studio session turns into something more when bada finally decides it’s time to end whatever tension you both shared.

genre: friends (?) to kinda lovers, smut, slight angst if you kinda like squint, slight fluff

warnings: this specific work is 18+, so ageless blogs/underaged blogs who interact will be blocked, built up tension, reader is shorter than bada, no caps on purpose (booo ik terrible grammar).

word count: ~3.3k

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smut warnings: slight dom!bada x sub!reader, making out, hickies, fingering, scissoring (?), messy lesbian sex, slightttt choking but barely

author’s note: this was not proofread and it’s my first smut in years so be easy on me plz. but yayy another req done, thank you to anon for this request!! reqs are still open, but please be patient 🎀.

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you and bada both dance and teach at the same dance studio, justjerk. you’ve known each other for a couple years now and since the day you’ve met her, there’s been an undeniable tension. you both would throw glances at each other when you passed each other throughout the studio, every time you talked there were flirtatious remarks hinting to both of you wanting the other, there were even lasting touches between the two of you when you did a collab class. this had gone on for so long it became natural for you both to teeter on the line of excessive flirting to more, so who was going to cross it first?

tonight you decided that you wanted to get some extra practice in before your class the following day, especially because it was your first time teaching a heels dance class. you were experienced in dancing in heels, but you had never taught it before. you just wanted everything to be perfect for the first time. however, you were not the only one getting in a late night practice session.

bada was finishing up her usual weekly late night practice and was about to leave the building, when she saw you. she saw you dancing through the studio door and god did you look so alluring. the way you danced had bada in a deep trance. she knew that you danced in heels, but she’s actually never seen it herself. after seeing how you moved plus all the years of built up tension, she knew exactly what she had to do.

you were finishing up one of your best runs of the section you were teaching when you heard the door open. you spot the tall girl you were infatuated with staring at you with her pretty eyes. you knew the effect you had on her, so you could understand how she would just burst into your practice with no good reason if all she did was just you dancing.

“bada, i forgot you were here tonight.” you started off as you began to take off your heels. “what could possibly bring you here?” you finished feigning innocence, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

bada scoffed at your question, you knew exactly why she came into that godforsaken studio. you, you were the reason. you knew that with one simple word bada would do anything you asked and well vice versa.

bada began walking towards you before cornering you against the mirrors. she easily towered over you and she used that to her advantage. she took one of her hands and placed it under your chin gently, lifting your head slightly to directly look her in the eyes.

“y/n, you know exactly why i’m here. i’m tired of these games and finally seeing the way you danced in heels tonight…it’s time we both be honest.” bada says lowly, not breaking eye contact with you.

you could tell her voice was filled with lust, that plus the fact her aura was so strong made you immediately so needy.

“honest about what bada?” you said looking up at her with doe eyes. as bada said, you knew exactly what she was talking about, yet you still wanted to keep the teasing going a bit longer.

“y/n don’t fucking play with me. i want you so bad and you know it. so tell me princess, do you want me?” the taller girl asked as she moved her hand from your chin to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

once you heard the nickname she gave you, you knew it was over. you whined, finally giving into bada. it didn’t take much for you to go weak over the girl. “yes bada i want you, i want you so fucking bad. please i-“ bada cut you off by kissing you softly. it was your first kiss together so she wanted to just taste your lips before going crazy.

“princess you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to say that so i could kiss you” bada admitted with a smile plastered across her face. you were still recovering from the kiss as she began to place kisses along your jawline and neck, teasing you with her actions like you teased her with your words. between kisses, she whispered her confession to you.

“you know, it’s the way you move, that’s what gets me y/n” she started. “i’ve wanted you since the first week we started whatever stupid game we had going on.”

between your soft sounds you let out, you attempted to respond to bada without sounding too desperate. “me too…i wish we admitted it sooner” you said before pushing bada away from you softly. she was confused and a bit concerned at first, but before she could think too much, you pushed her to sit on the nearby cushioned bench. once she was sat down, you firstly went to lock the door to prevent any possible incidents. then, you straddled her bringing your bodies chest to chest. you wrapped your arms around her neck as she wrapped hers around your waist tightly, as if you were going to magically disappear.

you giggled as you watched bada blush slightly at you sitting on her lap, but that didn’t last for long because immediately you looked at her with lust filled eyes and said “now kiss me like you’ve wanted me for these past couple years baby”.

bada didn’t need to hear anything else as she smashed her lips into yours. her lips moved in sync with yours, she began to bite on your lips letting you know she wanted full access. you immediately complied and opened your mouth for her. bada didn’t even have to put up a fight for dominance with her tongue, you automatically let her win. as you were making out with her, she moved her hands up to be under your shirt, wanting to feel you. the girl then started to move them up and down your waist.

eventually you got very impatient and took your shirt off, then pulling on bada’s hoodie to let her know you wanted her to do the same. the urge to deny your request was so strong, but bada had wanted this for years. so for her own sanity, she listened to you, taking her hoodie off and tossing it with your shirt on the floor. now both of you were left in your sports bras and joggers. still sitting in her lap, you admired how beautiful bada was. her long hair flowing down her back and shoulders, her already plump lips looking raw from all of your kissing, the smirk that rested on her face, and not to mention you almost drowned in her pretty eyes. as you were admiring her, bada lifted you both off the bench and placed you with your back down on the floor. immediately after, she was hovering over you looking as if she was a hungry cheetah waiting to eat her prey.

“can i mark you princess? have to let everyone know who you belong to.” bada begged you breathlessly as she was so worked up, almost as much as you were. you nodded your head so quickly as you whined and reached up to place your hands on her back. you then wrapped your legs around her, trapping her body between yours.

bada giggled at your neediness while shaking her head “needy baby, i’ll give you want you want.” the tall girl then moved herself to have her lips gently graze your skin before immediately kissing and sucking at the skin on your neck, leaving marks. she thought you looked so pretty all marked up for her. bada loved listening to the whimpers you let out as she continued her attack on your neck.

eventually she stopped and smiled down at you, admiring her work. bada couldn’t hold herself back any longer. she reached for the waistband of your pants and looked at you to confirm everything was okay. you immediately nodded you head, helping her get you out of your joggers and panties in one single pull. you whined looking at bada because you felt so exposed while she still had her pants and shows on.

you pointed at her shoes and pants before saying “off, take them off.” bada instantly complied because she was so excited. she now was just in her sports bra like you. she was starstruck if you will, she saw how gorgeous you were everywhere, including your pussy. she adjusted herself to be in-front of you as she pushed your legs apart. she took one hand and pressed it down on your waist to prevent your hips from moving too much with what she was about to do to you. with her dominant hand, she started slowly dragging her fingers through your folds. you were glistening and it was all for her, she couldn’t be more proud.

“all this for me princess? how cute…” bada trailed off as she kept playing with your pussy, not putting her fingers all the way in, just slightly dipping into your hole with the tips and then pulling out.

you whined at her “stop teasing please, i need you baby so so bad”. you were on the verge of tearing up at this point because of how sensitive and needy bada made you. once again, only because of her own impatience, bada complied and was able to slip two fingers into your pulsating heat. she loved how warm you felt, how well you took her long fingers. you moaned out her name as she began fucking you at a steady pace with her fingers. she went from simple pumping in and out to scissoring her fingers to rubbing your clit while curling her fingers up to hit that spongy part of your pussy that made you see stars.

“that’s it y/n take my fingers” bada said between your moans and whimpers. “you’re doing so well for me yeah?” however, you could barely do anything but her cry out her name let alone keep your legs open.

bada immediately slowed her pace as you closed your legs. she took her free hand and pried your thighs open, pushing one down with it to prevent you from closing them again. she simply shook her head as you whined at the pace change.

“be my good girl and keep those legs open” the dominant girl demanded. you nodded your head quickly as you reached for her hand that was still slowly moving inside you to tell her to pick the pace back up.

“bada-ah please i’ll be good please don’t stop please” you begged for your life while staring into the girl’s eyes hoping she will see your sincerity.

“hmmm…” bada fake pondered to mess with you before immediately speeding back up and fucking her fingers back into you at an inhumane speed. you let out a loud moan that you prayed to god no one else would hear. all that was floating in your mind was “bada bada bada” on repeat. at the point bada had fucked you dumb with just her fingers.

you were getting close to your orgasm and bada could tell, but before that happened you screamed at her to stop. bada’s eyes immediately filled with worry as she thought she may have hurt you. you quickly sat yourself up slightly on your elbows before admitting something to her.

“i kinda always wanted you to ride me…” you trailed off breathlessly, voice hoarse from all the moaning. “i wanna feel your pussy on mine, wanna help you come too…” you said looking at her with puppy dog eyes. bada smirked at you before leaning over you to peck your lips. she just thought you were the cutest ever.

“if that’s what you want baby, let’s do it.” bada said excitedly as she got on-top of you, slotting your legs between each other’s. once your pussies both touched, you both let out soft whimpers. it surprised you to hear the cute noises that could leave the tall girl’s mouth, you loved it so much. you became even more infatuated with the beautiful girl who was on top of you.

once bada gripped onto your knees for stability and began moving, it was game over. not a single thought was occurring in your head, you were a babbling mess as bada rode you at a quick pace. she was so desperate to make you come for her as well as her own release. she moaned out your name as you moaned hers back. due to her fast pace and you already being so close to the edge because of her previous actions, you both were about to hit your highs. all you could hear in the studio were the sounds of wetness shared between the two of you and the heavenly sounds you both made.

“baby i’m so close, are you?” she questioned you between her whimpers and cries of your name. you couldn’t even form sentences anymore because of how stimulated you were. all you could do in response is nod your head and scream her name as tears fell down your face. bada was riding you so good that you began to cry out of pleasure.

as bada kept grinding, she took one hand and placed it on your neck, barely adding any pressure. but the simple action of having her hand on your neck immediately made you come. you cried out her name and let out the most beautiful moans she’s ever heard as you hit your peak. almost immediately after, bada’s orgasm hit and all she could do was let out soft whimpers and say your name.

after you both came down from your highs, you made eye contact and giggled. both of you were in a state of blissfulness neither of you ever wanted to leave. unfortunately though, the building was closing in half an hour. so, bada got up and got you both towels and wipes from her bag. once she was all cleaned up, she helped you get cleaned up as well.

once you both eventually got dressed after procrastinating, bada took your hand in hers and offered you a ride home since she drove and she knew you took the bus. she didn’t want you taking the bus this late at night to begin with. therefore, she made a mental note to herself to tell you later that she will from now on take you home if it’s late. you smiled as you agreed to let her give you a ride.

you both gathered your things, made sure the studio was clean, and then headed to bada’s car. once you got to her car, she put both of your bags in her trunk before opening the passenger door for your. you always loved how kind and considerate bada was, it was one of her most admirable traits. bada asked for your address and once she put it in her gps, you were off.

the ride was comfortable, her soft r&b playlist playing on the radio as you both just enjoyed each other’s presence. this honestly felt a little too natural, which scared both of you slightly. neither of you wanted to mess things up, but both of you also wondered if there could be more than just the past tension and now hook up. hell, both of you definitely wanted more. however, neither of you spoke about it and just chose to enjoy the moment at the very least just in case everything goes south after this.

eventually, you had reached your humble home. bada unlocked the door and popped the trunk from inside the car. she unbuckled herself to stretch over to the passenger seat to place a soft peck on your cheek before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and admiring your beauty.

“i’ll stay here until you get inside to make sure you get in safe, text me y/n” bada says sweetly as you both couldn’t help but to smile at each other. you nodded your head in response before unbuckling yourself and getting out the car. you got your stuff from the trunk and headed towards your front door. you unlocked it and before you stepped in, you waved bye to bada while smiling the biggest you possibly could. bada couldn’t help but blush and giggle as she waved back. she felt like she was head over heels for you.

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three weeks later and it was the start of the filming for the first episode of street woman fighter season 2. you were asked by 1million to join their crew as you used to take a lot of classes from lia kim and she knew you were always a great dancer and a much needed assest to their team. you of course immediately agreed to join.

however you didn’t know you’d see bada lee herself pop up on the screen when you were asked your thoughts on each crew. you knew she lead the crew bebe, but quite honestly you didn’t pay attention to who else had been invited to the show until now. you and bada exchanged short texts since the night you spent together, but nothing that ever detailed you both would do that again or what you even were. to be honest, frustrated both of you, but both of you were so afraid of what the other would say.

when the crews all came down and sat together, you both couldn’t help but steal glances at each other. you both could tell the other wanted to say something. once it was time for battles, the first pair to go was redy vs. bada. of course you cheered for redy as she was your team member, but you couldn’t help but to also cheer for bada. though, you easily got jealous when she towered over redy like she towered over you three weeks ago and unfortunately for you it showed on your face. bada was able to see your jealousy as the battle continued and she smirked to herself, this made her even more cocky and eager to win. once it was revealed bada had a clean win, she smirked at you before turning to her team as they cheered and clapped for her. you noticed her little smirk before your team went to comfort redy and tell her she did well regardless of the result.

once all of the first round of battles were filmed, everyone had a 20 minute break. you went to go to your group’s personal room. but before you could get there, someone took you by your wrist and pulled you to the side into a more isolated area of the building. you quickly realized it was bada and a smile was plastered across your face.

“what do you need bada?” you asked looking up at her with that smile she loved to see. she couldn’t help but smile back before laughing. you were confused as to why she started laughing, but then she took your face in her hands and placed a soft peck on your lips.

bada kept your face in her hands as she said “i saw how jealous you got earlier princess, how are you jealous when technically we aren’t together?”

you pouted at her before rolling your eyes dramatically and saying “i know but, you’re still mine. you’re still my baby…” you trailed off with a blush adorning your face. bada couldn’t help but to shake her head and smile. she placed her hands on your waist and brought you close to her, she placed a soft kiss atop your head. bada looked into your eyes as she said what she had waited so long to say, she no longer could hold back her feelings.

“then let’s be together, let’s only look at each other. i’ll take you out after filming to really let everyone know who’s girl you are.”

[ttoddii]

"no more"

pairing(s): doctor!bada lee x ex girlfriend! reader

cw: ANGST, ANGST FOR LOVE ANGST FOR LIFE, both reader and bada is kinda shitty in this ngl, smoking, MENTION OF SUICIDE (read at your own risk), mention of ED (just a bit i think), bad grammar, lowercase intended

summary: you are fed up and chose to break up with bada, but even when you guys are done, things just don't go as planned.

a/n: i really don't know if it's a good story, but i hope you have fun ("have fun")

you sit on the window sill, your head leaning against the window as you breath out from your mouth, smoke coming out along with it. your calloused fingers slowly put the cigarette down to let the ash fall down to the yard below you.

it’s not long until a doctor come rushing through your door, her brows furrow and she come over to take away your cigarette.

“you’re at the hospital, smoking is prohibited, also, get down from there, it’s dangerous.”

lazily turn around to look at the person, you chuckle and ask softly “and? since when did i care? you know me, bada.”

she pursed her lips into a thin line, her hands clenched into a fist. “i will be taking this away”, she said and walk over to your bedside table to take away your pack of cigarettes.

you shrug, not really care about that. you turn your head again, looking to the scenery outside.

“you’re better than this”, bada said, her voice sounds like it would crack. you noticed.

and you look at her, straight into her eyes. your body shakes from your chuckle.

“yea. i was better than this”

~~~

dating a doctor is not for the faint hearted.

sadly, you realize that after you dated bada. it was too late. too late for you to turn back, too late for you to choose again.

you never think about it hard enough, about dating her, you wish you did, you truly do. but not even once did you ever think that loving her would make you feel so lonely.

don’t get you wrong, it’s really not bada’s fault. it’s not her fault when it’s the middle of the night when you guys were cuddling and suddenly someone from the hospital call her since they have an emergency, it’s not her fault when she usually have to stay overtime to make sure a patient is doing well, rather than going home and care for her girlfriend.

you were suffering, from your own thoughts, and you drown yourself in sadness.

it’s really not her fault.

but it’s also not your fault when you have to sleep alone on your shared bed feeling lonely and cold at the fact of how big the bed is without her. it’s not your fault when the dinner you prepared got all cold by the time bada get home. it’s not your fault when you feel lonely in the relationship.

it’s not anyone's fault.

you know that, and you tried, as hard as you could, to be positive. you would always give bada a bright smile, and hug her tightly, you would spend time with bada whenever she stay at home. you believe that if you love her hard enough for her to see it, it wouldn't be a problem.

how wrong you were, how foolish, how naive.

it didn’t take long until your relationship had its downfall. countless nights you would cry yourself to sleep, and then wake up trying to hide your puffy eyes. your friends would notice it from time to time, in which you would laugh awkwardly and give them a lame excuse.

you adopt the habit of smoking cigarettes. sometimes only one, sometimes a whole pack. it really is a hit to your health, and you can feel your body getting tired by the day. well, part of it is also because you skipped meals, many of them, especially dinner when you cooked and waited for bada patiently, but to no avail.

you hate eating alone.

you really do. that’s why you wait, from the time you’re hungry, until tears fall from your eyes, and you just eat your sadness away rather than your food.

the feeling of loneliness when you’re supposed to be in a relationship really suck, even more than when you're single. and it hurt, more than it should.

it eat you up alive.

you confronted bada, many times. in which she would shrug it off and explain it’s not her fault. you know that, you don't need to be reminded about how pathetic you are, or how clingy you are, always try to pick a fight with her over it. and you would stop talking, you would try to seal your feelings into a corner of your heart.

you love bada.

you love her more than yourself. and that’s why you can’t leave. you can’t stand to see her with someone else, even the thought alone would break you to a million pieces. so your heart get heavier and heavier everytime you seal your feelings away, making your body heavy, and eventually, you don’t even bother to stand up in the morning anymore, feeling the heaviness of your heart weighing you down.

until one day, you decide to tell bada

“let’s…. break up”, you said softly to bada while your head stay down and you staring at your food.

“i’m sorry?” bada ask again, as if she can’t believe what she just heard.

you breathe a long breath in, and you said it again, more determined this time “let’s break up, bada” you look straight at her eyes.

it was hard, telling bada to break up shatter you from the inside. your eyes glossy from all the tears starting to build up and you can hardly see bada from the other side of the table.

the dinner table is not big, it's a small comfy table that both you and bada picked out together. it was a part of your good memory. you would eat together, like right now, laugh about things, having fun. but right now, it seems so big, separating you and bada away from each other.

and tonight, your dinner together seems so heavy, the gloomy atmosphere is driving you insane.

but you don't want to cry in front of her.

if you break up with her. you don’t want to let her know how broken you had become, how reluctant you are to let her go, how you want to just say “nevermind, i’m just joking” and continue to eat with her.

“but why?” bada ask, clearly not understanding the reason behind your sudden decision. her face was worried, and you almost cry looking at that. you almost want to just hug her and forget about all the loneliness you had felt just a few days ago.

but it’s a repeated cycle.

you feel lonely and insecure.

you confront bada about it.

she shrug it off.

you said you would be understanding and the next day everything would be normal.

or at least, it should be normal. but you can’t, you really can’t live with the feeling of loneliness eating you up again. it consume you, so much, you don’t feel like you can endure it anymore.

“i fell out of love” you said, your voice so soft that bada almost didn’t catch it.

lie.

“did i do something wrong?” bada asked, her hand reaching out to you, wanting to get a hold of your hand, but you quickly retreated your hands back under the table and clenched it into a fist. it was like a reminder for you to stay strong. to end this cycle of misery, not just for you, but also for bada.

so you shake your head, and you smile “i’m sorry, i just think i had fallen out of love for you”.

~~~

it never stands well with bada. she never really understands the reason why you break up with her.

and she didn’t move on from the relationship, not fully, she drowned herself in more work, taking time to talk to her patients as a way to calm herself down. in a way, she was doing good, at her job at least. but she was never okay, she would miss you from time to time, her heart would drop just at the sound of your name being said when she had a conversation with her friends or co-workers.

so when she heard about the girl that attempted suicide, and how her name is exactly like yours. she panicked. she rushed to your room, ignoring all the attention people have on her.

and there you were, laying on your bed, sleeping, so peacefully. as if nothing could touch you. not bada, not death, no, it’s not like they couldn’t touch you. they just wouldn’t dare to disturb your peace.

and a few days later. when you were sitting on your bed, bada came again to visit you.

“i thought you would be fine.” bada said, she would listen to your heartbeat closely to give you a check up, and you would stay still. not saying a word, until the silence is starting to irritate bada, and she look up at you, anticipate an answer.

her eyes drill into you, and you sigh before answering her question.

“i am”, you said, softly.

another lie.

bada just sigh, and she stop pestering you with it.

you look away the whole time she was in your hospital room. you don’t want to cry looking at her, you don’t want to remember about your failed relationship.

“you know, i never really move on from the relationship” bada said softly, now standing beside your bed.

“really?” you chuckle and ask softly “you should really move on then”, you breath out.

“really? nothing? you don’t even care about me enough to give me a proper explanation?” bada suddenly snap, her voice raise a bit as she talk to you.

this time, you turn around to face her. tears threatening to fall “we’re done bada, i don’t want to be reminded about us, you should just let it go”

it hurt.

it hurt like a bitch.

bada just stand there, her hands in her blouse pockets, and her eyes also brimming with tears.

you guys just look at each other, speechless.

how come even when you guys had broken up. you still hurt each others?

you were the one to break eyes contact, turning away to look outside the window. your heart ache so much that you can’t stand looking at bada again.

“leave, please” you said, softly, your voice cracking as you start crying. and bada obliged, after a while, you hear your door open and close again.

that was when you started to cry your heart out.

^^^

“i was better”, you said, laughing “but not anymore”

“as much as i want to leave, as much as i want to move on, i can’t, i just can’t bada. my heart keep aching for you, i can’t stop thinking about how we would cuddle in bed, i can’t stop thinking about how you would eat with me when we started dating, i can’t stop thinking about you”

you break, you really break.

“so why don’t you just come to me? why don’t we just continue to be a couple?” bada ask you, her head shaking as she wonder why don't you just continue to be with her if you love her that much.

it sounds like a lie to bada.

and to that you just smile bitterly.

“no, bada, it hurt to leave you, but it hurt even more to have you but at a price of me losing myself”.

"just... no more, please"

and you, again, turn away from bada.

alternative angst to fluff ending here.

[velvettes-lil-fawn]

Little teaser of my adoptive parents! Bada and Kirsten story. It will be in readers' POV! Reader will have a couple of disorders such as DID and PTSD. So, there is a fair warning ⚠️ on mentions of abuse ⚠️ when I finally post this.

[badasgirlfriend]

paper rings ₊ ⊹ - bada lee social media au - 03

pairings: bada lee x takahashi yui

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[allur1ngs]

✮ a whisper of our love ✮

TW: don’t let the cute visuals deceive you this is pure ANGST to fluff, delulu bada strikes again, bada doesn’t know how to process her emotions but it’s okay she’s trying, reader is a chronic sweetie pie no one hate on her or i’ll find you, character death, guns, blood, descriptions of injury, grieving, emotional trauma, survivor’s guilt!! flashbacks in this fic are indicated by italicized text, sweet smut (dom & top!bada sub & bottom!reader, fingering–r!receiving, oral–bada!receiving, finger sucking–bada!receiving, scissoring/tribbing whatever you wanna call it–both!receiving obvs, tit sucking–r!receiving, a bit of spit… sorry, lots of praise & fluffy love–r!receiving) aftercare happens out of the fic

SUMMARY: bada confronts years of profound emotional turmoil to embrace the depths of her affection for you.

WC: 16.1k…no comment

A/N: find more information about this au on my masterlist! ...here it is!! the long-awaited official first kiss + first i love you, as well as first time together as a couple!! ngl i’m really proud of this one. many (not so obvious too) plot points come together this time so keep an eye out for them!! again–please ignore any spelling errors this is so long–& this one might be a bit heavy around the middle part so please take care of yourself!! but enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER: all characteristics portrayed are purely speculation and fiction, they are not meant to reflect bada or team bebe’s actual character, values, or attitudes. please keep this in mind!!

Several months after the Seong incident, it finally felt like things were going back to normal. You got back into the swing of things, embracing your time in the Lee mansion, and rarely leaving unless you got antsy. You became much more vigilant while out, carefully observing your surroundings and never straying too far away from Hyo’s side. Malls, grocery stores, and casual strolls became few and far between, but at your behest. You gained a sense of normalcy staring at the same large walls and divots in your home—happy with your life as it is, everything felt complete.

Bada, on the other hand, who had become increasingly protective to the point she had been somewhat clingy, was finally starting to ease back into her busy work schedule, her visitations becoming rarer. Although you felt a bit melancholic at the fact that she was pulling away from you, you accepted that work would always be a large part of Bada’s life – whether either liked it or not. 

Thoughts such as these swirl in your mind as you get ready for a new day, rays of warm beige sunlight peaking through your mesh curtains and swirling in the air of your room. Every part of your body feels relaxed, muscles moving fluidly as you dress yourself up. Today, you’d invited your friends over – with Bada’s permission, of course – for a small get-together. A real one.

They’d been nagging you for days on end about seeing you again, and after finally breaking under the pressure, you invited them to come over and have breakfast with you, then take a nice dip in the infinity pool. You could practically hear the squeals of excitement through the all-caps text messages they’d responded with, all agreeing to your proposal and before conversing about what bathing suit they’d bring.

Now, on the day of their arrival, you get ready slightly earlier than you normally do, preparing accordingly for your friends.

“Good morning, Hyo.” You greet your bodyguard with a smile as you step out of your bedroom.

“Good morning, kid.” She nods. “Up and about already?”

“Yup,” you begin walking down the hallway, Hyo following you without a second thought. “The girls are coming over today for breakfast.”

“Right,” Hyo acknowledges. “You bought all those groceries yesterday for them.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I need to get started on the cooking so that the food is ready for them when they arrive.”

“What a great hostess you are.” Hyo lightly teases you.

“Please, it’s just common courtesy.” You have a hand in dismissal. “Besides, knowing Jae, she’ll be crying about how she’s ‘so hungry’ the second she gets here.”

“Jae…” Hyo trails off, her mind wandering back to the day you’d been kidnapped, and how the woman had aided in your rescue. “I can tell you two care about each other a lot.”

“We do.” You turn into the kitchen, greeting the staff that’s already busy at work. "She's the first friend I made and the longest-lasting friendship I've ever had."

“How long?” Hyo asks, leaning against the counter as you begin to take out ingredients.

“Let’s see…” you pause, thinking to yourself. “about… fifteen years now, give or take a year or so.”

Hyo whistles loudly, sucking her teeth. “That’s a very long time.”

“It is,” you nod, “but really, it doesn’t feel that way. She’s always keeping me on my toes.”

Hyo snorts, “I can tell.” You lightly elbow her in the shoulder before focusing back on the food in front of you. “So, how’d you meet the rest of them?”

“Through my parents and school.” You start chopping some of the fresh vegetables on a newly cleaned chopping board. “I met Min-Ji not too long after Jae. She was the class president, and I was one of the top students, so we naturally clicked. Our parents also were long-time friends, so that was another factor, of course.”

“Min-Ji… which one was she?” Hyo crosses her arms across her chest, trying to remember the faces of your friends from the party.

“She was wearing a black cocktail dress. She has long black hair–”

“Ah, yes.” Hyo snaps her fingers. “I remember. She had a very mature look.”

“That’s because she’s the oldest out of all of us.” You nod. “Da-Eun is the second oldest. She’s the sporty type.”

“Was she the one that almost attacked me for pulling you out of the house?” Hyo scoffs.

“Yes,” you laugh, “that was Da-Eun. But don’t hold it against her, she’s very hot-headed and protective by nature.”

“I won’t.” Hyo shrugs. “I think it’s important to have friends that care about you.”

“I agree. They’ve all got me through some tough times.” You move around the kitchen, pulling out spices and seasoning the food. “What about you, Hyo?”

“My friends…” she lets out a long sigh. “Are all the Bebe girls, Boss, and you.”

You give Hyo a bright smile, nudging her shoulder, “Aww, you really do consider me your friend.”

“Are you really that surprised?” She chuckles.

“No, I knew you couldn’t resist my friendly disposition.” you wink at her playfully.

“Right…” she trails off. “So what’s on the menu?”

“I’m making kimchi pancakes, and egg rolls.” You say, while beating the eggs.

“Do you need help, Ms. Lee?” The head cook suddenly cuts in, offering to cook for you.

“Oh no, it’s alright.” You kindly dismiss. “I’ve got it.”

The head cook lightly bows before returning to preparing Bada’s breakfast.

You glance at Hyo from the corner of your eye, motioning her to come closer. She raises her eyebrows, but complies. “I still find it a bit strange that all the staff call me Ms. Lee.” You whisper to her.

“Well, you are engaged to the Boss,” Hyo whispers back.

“But we’re not married yet.” You point out.

“In their minds, you already are. You’re the Boss’s wife.”

Hearing it said aloud makes it more real. Although you’ve been living in the Lee mansion, and getting to know everyone, it slips your mind that this large building will officially become your home in a few months. That all the staff will be working for you – though technically they already are – that Bada’s business will, in some ways, be yours as well.

You will have her last name. You will be her wife.

As if in a trance, you move about the kitchen on autopilot, cooking, and eventually cleaning once you’re finished.

And like divine timing, the doorbell from the very front gate sounds, ringing in the living room and kitchen, taking you by surprise. “They’re here.” You mumble, hurriedly plating the kimchi pancakes, egg rolls, and their drinks.

It takes them a few minutes to get past security detail – although Bada agreed to let them visit, her only caveat was that they’d need to go through extensive security, for your protection, of course. But the second they step into the living room, all of their eyes widen, stars in their irises as they take in the diamond teardrop chandelier, and the golden-trimmed decorations glittering in the morning sun.

“This looks like the inside of Buckingham Palace.” Jae awes, her hand covering her agape mouth.

“How do you know what the inside of Buckingham Palace looks like?” Da-Eun raises an eyebrow at the younger woman.

Jae playfully glares at her friend, smacking her on the shoulder lightly. “It was just an expression.”

“Control yourselves.” Min-Ji cuts in, trying to contain the look of utter shock and amazement marring her expression. “We’re in someone else’s home now, so no funny business.”

“Where’s unnie?” Ryung speaks up, looking around the vast living room for you.

“Sorry–” you walk in from the kitchen carrying plates in your hands, Hyo following close behind with some across her arms as well. “I would have greeted you right when you came in but I just finished plating the food.”

“Food?” Jae exclaims, her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. “You made food for us?”

“You really didn’t have to–” Min-Ji says humbly.

You give them lightly scolding looks as you place down their food on the long dining table. It’s decorated to perfection; a crisp white tablecloth draped over the walnut wood table. Lit candelabras that drip hot candle wax rest in the center and outermost edges, small vases with blossoming flowers accompanying them. And to top it all off, in front of each dining chair, fine china and crystal wine glasses with embossed detailing are set aside next to firmly polished silverware.

“I invited you all over for breakfast, did you really think I wouldn’t serve any food?”

“We thought you would just let the staff make it instead,” Da-Eun admits.

“No, they’re already very busy preparing breakfast for Bada and Bebe.” You wave a hand in dismissal. “I didn’t want to burden them with any more work.”

“That’s so sweet of you!” Jae practically squeals, throwing herself at you and squeezing you tight in a hug.

You let out a small “oof” at the action, but eventually laugh and hug your best friend back. You stay like that only a minute before the sound of tiny sniffles reaches your ears, making you take a step back with a worried expression. Jae stares back at you with tears in her eyes, and a distressed look on her face. “Jae?” You say softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Unnie…” she trails off, her voice getting gradually louder. “You scared me!” She lunges forward, holding onto you like a koala bear while she sobs.

“Wha–”

“When you got kidnapped I was so scared! I really thought I’d never see you again.” She practically wails.

You look up from your best friend’s figure, your eyes locking with the other girls. They all wear solemn expressions, either looking at the ground or staring at you hollowly. Your heart squeezes in your chest, the realization that you hadn’t seen your friends face to face since that day finally dawning on you.

For hours, they must have been waiting at home, terrified out of their minds, wondering if you were dead.

You pat Jae on the back, comforting her. “I’m so sorry I worried you all.”

“We felt like it was our fault,” Ryung speaks up, hanging her head. “If we hadn’t thrown that party, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped.”

“If I’d have just pummeled that creep when I got the chance–” Da-Eun clenches her fist.

“None of what happened was your fault.” You cut in, voice stern. “I agreed to go to the party, despite knowing it would be dangerous for me. It’s my fault.”

The girls seem to perk up at your words, but only slightly.

“And Da-Eun, if you’d punched Seong, you probably would have ended up being taken hostage like me, or worse.” You point out. “Now stop commiserating and eat the breakfast I made for you.”

The girls reluctantly listen to you, all of them choosing a seat before thanking you for the food once again and digging in. Conversation flows easily after that, the topic of Seong and your kidnapping left far behind. Instead, you talk about lighter subjects, like what the girls had been up to while you recovered.

Once you all top off your breakfast, you walk your plates over to the kitchen and place them in the sink to clean them.

“Ms. Lee, would you like me to wash the dishes for you?” The head cook pops out of the kitchen, standing in front of you with his hands behind his back.

“Oh, it’s alright, we should do it.” You say, the girls behind you letting out murmurs of agreement as well.

The cook once again looks surprised but nods, ducking back into the kitchen as you begin cleaning.

"Ms. Lee, huh?" Jae playfully bumps your hip.

You let out a long sigh while chuckling. "I haven't gotten used to it yet."

"Well, you'd better because, in a matter of months, you'll be Mrs. Lee, the wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Seoul." Jae looks up at the sky, a giddy grin on her face.

"When is the wedding, by the way?" Min-Ji asks.

"Ah, we still haven't decided on a date yet," you mumble, having finished cleaning your plate, "but I think sometime in December."

"Oh, winter." Da-Eun nods.

"That’s a beautiful time to get married," Ryung comments.

"You know,” Jae begins. “I always thought Min-Ji would be the first of us to marry,"

"Really?" Min-Ji looks around at you all, a flush painting the apples of her cheeks.

"Well, you've had a boyfriend for what," Da-Eun starts flipping up her fingers, counting. "five years now?"

"Jung-Hoon will make a good husband," Jae remarks.

"Why are you all speaking as if we're already engaged?" Min-Ji blubbers, clearly embarrassed. "We still have a few years before we should start thinking about marriage."

"Yes, you do, Min." You call your friend by her nickname, lightly nudging Da-Eun and Jae in their sides. "You don't have to get married early like I am. It's all on your time."

With your last assertion hanging in the air, you and the girls finish cleaning up before heading toward the infinity pool on the second level of the mansion. The excitement rises between your friends the moment you step onto the terrace, their expressions starstruck at the clear water rippling against the opal tiles at the bottom of the pool.

They hurry over to the pool chairs, set down their bags, and strip their clothes off, leaving them in the swimsuits they had underneath.

"The water's so beautiful." Ryung approaches the pool, dipping her fingers into the water. "Do you go swimming often?" She asks you.

"Yes," you answer while taking off your clothing, your swimsuit catching the morning light. "It's very relaxing on warm days like this."

"I would kill to have a pool this big." Jae grabs your hands, walking you over to the steps of the pool where your friends wait for you.

You all tread in, the water fresh as it cradles the skin of your legs and chest, making you let out a content sigh. There's nothing quite like taking a dip during stifling heat.

As it turns out, wearing a suit during one of the hottest days of the week wasn't Bada's brightest idea. The black-tinted window in her office only manages to absorb some of the sun's unrelenting heat, leaving Bada still sweating in her clothing, huffs of annoyance escaping her mouth every few minutes.

"Ugh," she groans, pushing her work away and sitting back in her chair. She spreads her legs, finding her calves unnaturally stiff—hours of sitting will do that to you, she supposes. Standing up reluctantly, Bada immediately removes her tie and suit jacket, as well as undoes the first few buttons of her dress shirt.

She fans herself with one hand, the other reaching down to grab a glass of water she'd been given with her breakfast. She chugs the liquid down in seconds, sighing when she's finished.

Steeling herself, Bada moves to sit down again but finds her legs still stiff and grunts in mild pain. So she decides not to sit down, and instead paces around her office. She loops about five times before she grows agitated and walks towards the door. She'd been working for five hours, pouring through the ceiling-high proposal documents from another group and was frankly going stir-crazy from staring at the papers.

She opens the door and leaves her office, trudging down the hallway without a destination in mind. That is, until the sound of lively chatter reaches her ears, making her pause and look around with a confused expression. She follows the noises, worry and curiosity itching at the back of her mind.

She finds the source on the second-floor terrace and pauses at the entrance, half of her body hidden in the shadows. Her eyes snap over to the unknown women swimming in her pool, the confusion in her mind only doubling. But then she sees you speaking to them casually, a bright smile on your face as you splash water at the women, all of them retaliating back and causing a water fight.

Then, it clicks in her mind. Today is the day her friends were to come over, Bada thinks. She mentally berates herself for forgetting about it—too caught up in her piles of work to remember. Before she can linger on the thought for too long, your friend's chatter dies down into a calm conversation. Bada steps back from the entryway quickly, her back laying flat against wall. She knows she give you your privacy, but despite her better judgment, she stays rooted in her spot, listening.

"This is so nice," Da-Eun mutters with a smile, relaxing so she's floating at the water's surface.

"So," Min-Ji swims closer to you. "What have you been doing all this time?"

"Not much," you admit. "Just... recovering. I had a pretty nasty bruise on my cheek. It just finished healing."

"Just finished healing?" Ryung frowns.

"But that was a while ago..." Jae adds.

"Seong had a heavy hand," you mumble, causing little ripples in the water by swishing your fingers back and forth.

Away from your view, Bada rests her head against the wall, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as images of your injury flash in her mind. She feels a pit form in her stomach at the memory, as well as a fire burning in her veins. Although she knows Seong is already long dead, it doesn’t stop the deep hatred in her heart from festering.

"At least it healed well," Min-Ji nods, pointing her finger at your skin, which is now free of discoloration.

"Yeah," you ghost your fingers across the skin of your left cheek, remembering how swollen it had been, as well as painted with yellow and purple hues.

Jae watches your movements closely, sympathy in her irises until she realizes something, and her eyebrows furrow. "Wait..." She reaches over and grabs your hand, holding it up to the sun. "Where's your ring?"

You give her a confused look. "What ring?"

"Your engagement ring," Jae says, looking at you expectantly.

Bada freezes in her spot, a feeling akin to a cold bucket of water being dumped over her head washing through her body. A ring.

 How could she be so stupid? She never presented you with an engagement ring (not to mention she hadn’t bought one in the first place), although you're both several months into your engagement. If her mother were alive, she'd scold her for her lack of manners and for being inconsiderate of your wants—what most women want more than anything—a beautiful and heartfelt piece of jewelry that encapsulates their spouse's devotion and feelings.

"Oh..." you trail off before Jae’s words fully register in your mind. "Oh. I don't have one."

"You don't have an engagement ring?" All the girls blurt out at once, their expressions a mix between shock and horror.

“I guess we never really got around to it.” You stare down at your empty ring finger, not exactly knowing how to feel. You hadn’t even realized that Bada never presented you a ring.

“Never got around to it?” Jae’s mouth drops. “How do you ‘never get around’ to getting your engagement ring?”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a rock the size of Seoul on your finger.” Da-Eun remarks, shaking her head.

“We’ve been very busy–” you try to explain.

“But it’s a ring.” Jae asserts.

You say nothing in response, lips pressing into a line and eyebrows crinkling.

The resounding silence marinating in the air makes Bada’s stomach drop. You must think of  her as an inconsiderate fiancée.

She berates herself in her mind as she speed-walks away, determined to make up for her oversight.

She’ll find you a ring befitting of your beauty.

Bada quickly realizes that finding the perfect engagement ring for you is more challenging than she initially thought. She's scrolled through countless websites of high-end jewelers, observing the sparkle of gold, white gold, silver – every type of finery imaginable. However, every ring she inspects falls short.

"Too gaudy," she thinks as she scans a ring with a disproportionately large diamond and a small band. "Too simple," her eyes scrutinize another ring, containing the smallest diamond she’s ever seen, with an equally bland and thin band.

In frustration, Bada pushes away her laptop, pulling her glasses onto her head and rubbing her eyes. "Why are engagement rings so hit or miss?" she asks the open air, as if expecting an answer.

Funnily enough, she does get a response. "Engagement rings?" Tatter steps into Bada’s office, carrying a large stack of paperwork.

"Tatter, if you are about to hand me another day’s work of documents, I might just lose my mind," Bada groans.

"I’m not handing it to you," Tatter says sheepishly, "I’m placing it on your desk."

Bada only groans louder, dropping her head onto the desk and lightly banging it against the wood repeatedly. "Boss…" Tatter trails off, grimacing. "You’re making me feel bad."

"Good," Bada huffs. "You should feel bad for me."

"Why are you so stressed out?" Tatter sets the papers down before stepping back.

"The ring," Bada rasps.

"What ring?" Tatter asks, her face skewed up in absolute confusion.

"The engagement ring. The one I never gave to my fiancée."

"You never gave unnie a ring?" Tatter says incredulously.

"No," Bada hollowly laments. "Now I’m trying to find a ring for her, but none of them are suitable."

"Can I see?" Tatter asks, motioning toward her boss’s laptop. Bada pushes her laptop in Tatter’s direction, showing her subordinate the screen. Tatter scans the images of the rings, pressing her lips together in thought. "This one’s nice." She points at a ring with a diamond in the middle, and two smaller diamonds next to it, resting on a thin, gold band.

Bada looks at the ring, her eyebrows furrowing. "I guess. But it’s nothing special. Her ring has to be special–"

"You know, rather than stressing out about it, why don’t you just find out what types of rings she likes?" Tatter cuts her off.

"And how do you suggest I do that?" Bada asks monotonously.

"Reconnaissance," Tatter smirks. "And I know just the perfect people for the job."

Bada picks up her head, staring at her subordinate with a wry expression – not quite sure if she should be worried or relieved.

The following day rolls around, the heat from yesterday having subsided into a comfortable chill.

"Hey kid, are you ready to go?" Hyo steps into your bedroom, her hands in her pockets as she watches you finish getting ready.

"Yes," you nod, voice quiet.

Your bodyguard frowns, stepping forward. "What’s with the sad look?"

You glance at Hyo, shaking your head. "I just have a lot on my mind. Sorry."

"It’s okay." Hyo places her hand on your shoulder. She guides you toward the doorway, but not before discreetly pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of your open jewelry box, your rings on full display.

"Why are we going out again?" You look back at Hyo, a dazed look on your face.

"You said you wanted to go for a walk and see the shops, remember?" She reminds you, tucking her phone back into her pocket.

"Oh, right." You nod, perking up a bit. "My mother asked me to pick up something for her at a store."

"Why doesn’t she pick it up herself?" Hyo steps up behind you, following as you begin your strides down the hallway and toward the spiral staircase leading to the first level.

"She’s packing for a trip." You sigh, "Can’t be bothered to leave her home for a second to pick up her designer dress."

"If you’ll let me speak a bit out of line…" Hyo trails off, her words pitching upward in a half-question.

"Yes, of course." You answer quickly. "We’re friends."

"...Your mother is quite the character." Your bodyguard asserts while digging out her phone from her pocket. She unlocks it while staying behind you and out of your line of sight, opening the picture she took of your jewelry box and sending it to Lusher.

She quickly types out, “Here it is,” with the picture attached to the message.

Seconds later, a gray bubble pops up, and Lusher responds. "Great, thanks!"

Hyo hastily sends another message, “We’d better get the ring ASAP. She’s been acting sad since yesterday…”

This time Lusher takes a few more minutes to respond, "Got it. Also, make sure to bring her to the right stores. Boss and I will be right behind you, so make sure to keep her distracted as much as possible."

Hyo texts back a thumbs-up emoji before closing her phone. 

"Character is an understatement." Your voice makes Hyo straighten up immediately.

"That’s the kindest way of expressing what I think about your mother. You are my boss, after all." Hyo points out, shoving her hands into her pockets causally.

"I’m not your boss." You say, turning back to glance at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Bada is."

"She’s ‘the Boss,’ but you’re my boss," Hyo explains. "She’s my employer, but my job is to watch over you when she can’t. You’re my superior."

"I don’t like how that sounds." You frown. "Can’t we just consider each other friends rather than deal with the semantics of superiors and subordinates?"

"If that would make you more comfortable." Hyo shrugs. “Anyway, what’s your mother packing for?”

"Her annual trip to Calivigny Island with my father," you sigh.

"Ah, in the Caribbean," your bodyguard whistles. "A private, luxury island that only accommodates fifty guests at a time."

"She usually travels during the summer, but she missed the trip earlier because she and my father were finalizing the deal between Bada and my proposal."

"Tragic," Hyo remarks sarcastically.

"Isn’t it?" you respond, a smile quirking up your lips as you finally reach the stairs and begin heading downwards. You quickly venture down them and out of the Lee mansion while Hyo heads to the garage, taking out your usual black sports car and parking it in front of the perron steps for you. She helps you in, closing the door behind you before pulling out of the driveway of the mansion and heading out of the open gates.

The doors of Louis Vuitton glitter in the darkening horizon like a beacon of illumination meant to attract wanderers in the chilly night. And like a moth infatuated with the light, you step in front of the doors, your eyebrows creased together.

“I don’t know why I feel so nervous,” you mutter under your breath.

“Hold your head up high, kid.” Hyo grabs the heavy handle of the door, using her strength to crack it open. “You have more power and influence than anyone inside that store.”

You take in a deep breath and nod, stepping into the store, a small draft of warm air caressing you like a friendly hug. Inside, a whirl of earthy perfume paired with notes of vanilla, makes its way to your senses. All the decorations are painted with a yellow and beige light, the bags hanging from shelves are highlighted like jewels.

And like a newly cut diamond, you remain unseen for only a second before the older jewels notice your radiance, their eyes finding yours instantly. Women and men in their most elegant and finest clothing appraise you, their irises barely swooping over you before they widen to impossible sizes. They start to whisper amongst each other, your appearance surprising them and causing their eyes to glitter with excitement.

You stride forward, remembering Hyo’s advice as you approach a saleswoman–who is notably frozen in her spot when she notices you coming toward them–before someone steps in your path.

A man carrying a tray with a single bottle of sparkling water stands in front of you, his eyes glistening under the light, and a friendly smile stretching across his lips. “Would you like a drink?”

“Oh–” you breathe out, surprised. “Yes, thank you very much.” You take the water bottle, and suddenly the man is out of your view, circling around you and grabbing the coat keeping you slightly hot in the already warm store.

“Allow me to hang your coat,” he mumbles, tucking the tray under his arm as he gently uses his gloved hands to pluck the clothing off of you.

You look back at the man with a slightly dazed expression but smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He bows in front of you before exchanging a brief nod with Hyo and stepping back.

You gather your bearings quickly and walk up to the saleswoman, slightly clearing your throat as you hear the giddy whispering from the shoppers increase. “I’m here to pick up an order.”

The saleswoman seems to have gathered herself in the time her co-worker had taken your coat and offered you the sparkling water because now she’s standing straight and has a semi-nervous smile strewn across her lips. “Yes, of course. I can take you to a private room if you’d like.” She gestures to a room concealed by a curtain carrying the “LV” logo.

“Oh no, that’s alright,” you wave a hand in dismissal. “I’m just here to pick up an order, I won’t be staying long.”

“Please, it might take a while for us to find the order.” The saleswoman insists. “You can relax and enjoy some refreshments while we fetch it.”

You glance at Hyo from your peripheral, who looks like she’s trying her hardest to hold in a laugh. Internally rolling your eyes at her, you nod at the saleswoman. “Alright. Thank you.”

“This way, please,” she guides you toward the secluded room, holding back the curtains for you and Hyo to step in.

Inside, there is a glass coffee table, a large ceramic vase sitting at the center of it with white club chairs circling it. Behind, there is a lit wall with water beading down it, and a large mirror across from it.

You move to sit in the chair, but Hyo’s fast, pulling out your seat for you, an amused smile still stretched on her lips. You give her a light glare but mumble a “thank you” nonetheless.

The saleswoman, who’d stepped out for a second without you even realizing it, emerges again, though this time she’s carrying a golden tray like the man from before with refreshments and towels.

“Would you like a hot towel?” She holds it out for you using prongs.

“Sure.” You say hesitantly, grabbing the towel and feeling its warmth awaken your (somehow still) cold fingers.

The woman sets down the tray on the coffee table, presenting you with small cakes and snacks. “Please, take whatever you’d like, and let me know if you need anything else.”

You nod back, glancing at the delicious slices of cake with an edacious stare.

“And what name would your order be under?” The saleswoman asks.

You mutter your mother’s name, and the worker quickly nods, bows, then leaves the room. The second she’s out of sight, you hear a chuckle come from behind you, causing you to whip your head around with a glare.

Hyo covers her mouth with her hand, as she laughs.

“You’re evil, you know that?” You huff.

“Sorry, it’s really just so funny.” Hyo can’t hold back her laughter anymore, essentially all-out laughing at you. “You looked like a deer in headlights.”

“Because I was!” You exclaim. “I just wanted to pick up my mother’s order; why are they doing all this?” You gesture to the room in front of you.

“I told you,” Hyo briefly takes off her sunglasses to wipe away the small tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes. “You have more power than anyone in here. Of course they’re going to be kiss-ups.”

You sigh loudly, sitting back in your chair. “One order, that’s all I wanted… now I feel like they’re going to make me stay longer.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Hyo agrees. “Just say in the nicest way possible that you want to leave, and they’ll let you.”

“You know, the least you could do is help me out.” You scoff lightheartedly. “I’m still new to this stuff.”

“I could do that…” Hyo nods while trailing off. “Or I could watch you struggle. It’s much funnier.” She bursts into a small chuckle at the end of the sentence.

“I hate you.” You groan.

“Oh come on, lighten up.” Hyo finally stops laughing, but her smile never leaves her. “Why don’t you try some of the snacks she gave you?”

You perk up at the thought, casting your eyes back on the tea cakes and tiny, but expensive-looking foods. You pick up what looks like a small slice of strawberry shortcake and eat it, the creamy filling and delicious jam making you smile widely. When you finish chewing–it takes less than a minute–you hold up the tray for Hyo to see. “Do you want some?”

“Nah, I’m good.” She shakes her head.

You move to place the tray down before she suddenly speaks again.

“Wait. Is there any chocolate cake…?”

Your trip to Louis Vuitton ended up yielding many revelations. Number one, Louis Vuitton has to be the worst case of sucking up that you’ve ever seen or experienced, and number two, Hyo is absolutely obsessed with anything chocolate flavored.

“How many free products do you think are in those bags?” You turn to look back at Hyo, who’s juggling three large Louis Vuitton bags in her arms–one of them your mother’s order and the rest filled with gifts–while trying to take a bite of the chocolate decorations she’d taken off of a cake.

“Too many to count.” She says, voice slightly muffled by the food in her mouth.

You laugh before turning back and walking down the sidewalk, passing by other high-end stores. You continue walking for a long stretch until you register the sound of heavy footsteps not too far away from you. You furrow your eyebrows; Hyo never walks with a heavy step.

You pause, “Hyo, what’s that sound?”

“What sound?” Hyo stops as well.

“Footsteps…” you trail off, looking from your left to your right, then behind. You don’t see anyone else trailing after you, your confusion doubling. Perhaps it was just your paranoia manifesting into phantom noises.

Hyo immediately snaps into professional mode, looking back as well. She reaches under her suit and feels for her gun holster, stepping forward. “Stay back a little, I’m going to check it out.” She advances quickly, her eyes scanning the area with calculating expertise.

When she reaches the corner of a store and an alleyway, she quickly turns into it, her gun held up.

Through the darkness of the night, Hyo is just barely able to make out the shocked faces of her Boss, and Lusher crouched next to the side of the building. “Boss?” Hyo whispers loudly, looking between Bada and Lusher.

“What are you doing?” Lusher whisper-yells back. “You’re supposed to be taking unnie into a jewelry store!”

“I would be if you weren’t stomping your feet behind us so loudly!” Hyo shoots back, lightly glaring at her friend.

“Yah, I told you to be quieter.” Bada scolds Lusher, nudging her arm. “You walk like you’re carrying one hundred pounds of extra weight.”

“Why are you two ganging up on me?” Lusher whines. “I’ll try to be more quiet–”

“Hyo?” Your voice breaks through the chilly night air, causing the three women to stiffen up. “Is everything alright?”

“Yup, yes!” Hyo steps out of the alleyway with a forced smile, giving you a thumbs-up. “Everything’s perfect! It was just some drunk stumbling around.”

You give Hyo a hesitant look before nodding and turning to stare at the passersby across the street.

She quickly ducks back into the alleyway, tucking her gun back into its holster. “Lusher, if you want to keep following us, either lighten your step or stay farther back.”

“Okay, I will.” Lusher pouts, receiving another nudge from Bada.

Your fiancée looks Hyo up and down, noticing the Louis Vuitton bags hanging from her arms. “You’re carrying her bags. Good.”

Hyo smiles widely. “Thanks, Boss.”

“Did the trip go smoothly?”

“Yes, she was a bit out of her depth at first, but she handled all the attention well,” Hyo reports back like a proud sister.

Bada smiles to herself, thinking about you awkwardly speaking to the workers in the Louis Vuitton store, not used to being attended to like a high-ranking socialite. Everything you do is endearing to her–she only wishes she was there to see you sparkling amongst snobbish shoppers. “That’s my girl.” She whispers to herself.

Hyo and Lusher barely catch what Bada said, but in response, they both look at each other knowingly and smile.

“Alright, don’t keep her waiting.” Bada cuts in, shifting her demeanor back to cold. “And make sure she stays warm.”

“Yes, Boss.” Hyo nods then steps out of the alleyway, approaching you with fast strides. “Sorry, I took so long.”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “I was just doing some people-watching while I waited.”

“Right, well, the car is this way.” Hyo motions forward, only briefly glancing back to see Lusher and Bada’s head peeking out from the corner of the store.

You walk forward without a second thought, your head up in the clouds as you take in the beautiful starry sky, and the cloud of perspiration released when you exhale into the icy air. You walk in silence for the length of a block before Hyo breaks the silence.

“Oh, look, a jewelry store.” She tries to say casually as she stops right in front of it. “All of the pieces are beautiful.”

You pause where you stand, turning to face the store, a pit in your stomach growing. Your bodyguard is right, all the jewelry is beautiful. From teardrop diamond earrings to pearl necklaces and dainty bracelets.

But all you can look at are the rings.

The sign above them reads, “Two hearts, one love, forever in your ring.” You turn away from the store, a lump in your throat and a frown on your lips. Clearing your throat, you mumble. “Should we keep walking toward the car?”

Hyo glances to her right again, seeing Bada and Lusher motioning frantically at her to get you to go inside. “Uhhm, don’t you want to look at the pretty jewelry? Maybe pick something up for yourself?” She suggests.

“No–” You begin, but are cut off by a loud sound.

“Ow!” Lusher’s voice rings from behind the store, her hand rubbing at her foot. “You stepped on me–”

Bada slaps her hand over Lusher’s mouth, her eyes wide and her pointer finger coming up to make a “shush” motion. Lusher immediately calms down, suddenly realizing her mistake and wearing a mortified expression.

“What was that?” You take a step forward, about to head toward the sound before Hyo stands in your way.

“Probably just another drunk.” She says quickly. “No need to worry.”

You try to look over her shoulder, but she carefully pushes you forward and in the direction of the jewelry store. “Okay…”

“Well why don’t we go inside the jewelry store–”

“Actually, can we go home?” You ask, avoiding eye contact with the store and stepping back.

Hyo’s smile starts to twitch. “Come on, maybe just a peek–”

“Please.” You interrupt quietly, looking down at the floor.

Hyo sees out of her peripheral that Bada’s shaking her head and frowning, so she sighs and nods. “Alright, let’s go home.”

You turn and walk away quickly, eager to escape the thoughts plaguing your mind. Your bodyguard follows after you, having failed her mission terribly. Behind you, both Lusher and Bada step onto the sidewalk, the subordinate clutching her head in distress.

“She didn’t even look at the rings!” Lusher exclaims, deflated and looking dejected.

Bada remains quiet, watching you walk down the street, the wind whipping her coat around. “Something’s wrong.”

“Yeah, clearly! We’ll never find a ring for her at this rate,” Lusher says, expressing her frustration.

“No, I mean,” Bada pauses, placing her hand over the right side of her chest. “My heart. It hurts when I see her sad.”

Lusher stops whining, facing her boss with a caring expression. “What does it feel like?”

“It feels like I’m getting stabbed,” Bada admits, her face scrunching up in confusion and pain. “I want to rip my heart out and give it to her. I want to do everything in my power to make her smile when she frowns like that.”

Lusher lets out a deep sigh, sympathizing with her friend. “Oh, Bada…”

“I felt like this when she was taken by Seong,” Bada whispers. “But back then, I thought it was because I was worried about bringing her home safe.” She turns to face her subordinate, clutching her chest tightly. “Why do I feel like this?”

Lusher smiles sadly at her friend. “You’re in love.”

“...In love?”

Love was not the answer, she concluded. No, love could never be the answer. Since you first arrived at her home, Bada made it clear to you that she’d never fall in love with you. So the mental and emotional anguish she’s been feeling for the past few days must have been due to the stress of her work… right?

Either way, whether it was unconsciously or consciously at first, Bada started to avoid you. She found that seeing you less would make the stabbing pain in her heart subside, and even if it didn’t fully fade away, throwing herself into her work was a perfect distraction.

But it wasn’t easy. Obviously, you began to notice that your already few-and-far-between visits from Bada became essentially nonexistent. So naturally, you started to make an effort to see her. You tried to bring her breakfast in the morning like you had during your first month in the Lee mansion but hit a wall.

“The Boss will be taking her breakfast alone from now on,” Lusher informs you, trying to hold back her frown when she sees the excitement in your eyes dim, and how you practically wilt.

“How long?” You whisper.

“For the foreseeable future,” Lusher says through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in her to not just let you into Bada’s office. But at the end of the day, nothing is stronger than Bebe’s loyalty.

“Oh,” you take a step back, trying to wear a friendly smile but failing. “I’ll come see her later, then.”

Lusher hesitates. “Not to speak out of line, unnie…”

You perk up, looking into her eyes.

“But I think it’s best for your emotional state if you keep your distance,” she advises you, her tone gentle and full of care.

But of course, being the determined and stubborn woman you are, you don’t heed Lusher’s words… to your detriment.

After days of only traveling between her office and her bedroom, Bada finally emerges from her work, having signed and looked over all the documents she’d been given for the week. In her desperation for a change in scenery, she left her office, completely forgetting why she’d been hiding away in the first place.

“Bada!” You call from behind her, a smile stretching across your lips.

The sound of your voice makes Bada freeze. The pain in her heart spikes, and a wave of regret flows through her. She doesn’t respond to you but stays rooted in her spot.

You run to your fiancée’s side, making quick eye contact with her. But the look she wears surprises you. Her dark brown, almost gray irises stare back at you like an impenetrable stone wall, hiding away any emotion she may be feeling.

For the first time in her life, Bada feels like she’s able to successfully hide her emotions. Because hearing your voice and seeing you makes every fiber of her body come to life. Perhaps it's because it’s been so long since she’s seen you.

The days she’d spent locked inside her office or bedroom made the sight of you even more irresistible. Your eyes, which she hadn’t met in what felt like decades shine under the light with an endearing gleam. Your body, which she hadn’t touched makes her fingers twitch, every digit aching to caress any and all of your flesh. Your lips…

Bada has to use all her willpower to stop herself from wrapping her arms around you and kissing you. The yearning her body has to embrace you and touch you drives her mad.

“Lusher was right.” Is all she can think.

…The realization disgusts her.

How could she be so selfish? How could she fall in love with you knowing full well all the torment and danger her feelings will bring you? How could she allow herself to fall victim to your every smile and caring saccharine phrases? How could she when she knows that she may end up laying in the street, sobbing, holding your cold body in her arms while you stare up at her, the light gone from your eyes, and crimson falling from your chest?

Your smile starts to slowly wither, a slightly timid expression encompassing your face. “Bada?” You mumble. “You finally came out of your office.”

A deathly silence echoes in the hallway, not a sound leaving Bada’s lips. She only moves her gaze away from you, instead staring straight in front of her.

“Uhm, I was going to ask you if we could maybe spend some time together?” Your voice comes out low, nervous, and like you’re unsure of yourself.

Again, that nasty tugging on Bada’s heart hits her, but this time she reacts to it by closing her eyes and breathing out through her nose. For her, it’s a method of calming herself down.

But to you, it relays a sense of annoyance you assume she’s feeling.

Once again she doesn’t answer you, making you shift uncomfortably in your spot. You stare at her with pleading eyes, begging her to say anything to you. Even just letting you know that she’s listening to you, and not acting like you’re a pesky fly on the wall, buzzing in her ear.

“I have work to do.” Finally, when she speaks, her tone is clipped, and full of ice.

You physically react, your limbs shaking at her phantom frost. Before you can even open your mouth again, Bada turns and walks in the opposite direction towards her office.

You’re left in the hallway, stunned and wondering if Bada was aware of the trail of heartbreak she’d left in her wake.

And yet despite everything, you keep trying to get through to Bada.

You try because you care. You try because no matter how hard you remind yourself that your union to her was just business, you can’t stop yourself from falling in love with her.

She saved you from your parents, after all. She gave you a home that you could call yours–she introduced you to the Bebe girls, who you now considered your close friends. She brought you into a world of glitz and glamor, while still protecting you and watching over you with the utmost care.

How could you not fall in love with her?

So, with a world of fluttering butterflies nesting in the depths of your stomach, you take in a deep breath and knock on her office door. When you pull your fist away from the wood, you’re met with an uncomfortable silence. Swaying nervously, you play with your fingers, waiting another minute before mustering the courage to knock again.

This time, a small sound emanates from inside, perhaps a loud inhalation or the sound of an annoyed breath. Your stomach turns at the thought.

When you withdraw your fist from the wood, an uncomfortable silence engulfs the space. Swaying nervously, you toy with your fingers, mustering the courage to knock again after waiting another minute.

This time, a faint sound emanates from within, perhaps a pronounced inhalation or an exasperated breath. Your stomach churns at the notion.

"Who is it?" Bada's frosty voice compels you to stand tall, the butterflies in your belly fluttering wildly, creating a tempest.

“It’s me,” you speak cautiously.

For what feels like the millionth time, a hush falls between you and Bada.

“...I’m busy,” is all she utters in response.

You close your eyes and gulp, uncertain of your next move. On one hand, you don’t want to disturb Bada, especially when she sounds visibly irritated. On the other hand, the yearning to see your fiancée again is overpowering. Being separated from her renders the hallways of the Lee mansion colder, your life dimmer, and the world slower in its spin.

“Bada…” you trail off, your voice low and caring. “I haven’t spoken to you properly in days.”

This time, there's little dead air before a chair scrapes against the floor, and her footsteps approach the door. Surprised, you take a step back just before she opens the door, keeping it ajar so you can see her but not enter her office.

“I told you, I’m busy,” she says plainly, her gaze avoiding yours.

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to meet her eyes. “You should take a break; you've been working nonstop for days now.”

“I have to,” Bada defends her actions.

“I understand that,” you nod slowly, acknowledging the stress she must be under. “But it’s not good for your health.”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to say it aloud, but Bada looks exhausted. Bags and dark circles under her eyes, absent before, now paint a picture of fatigue. Moreover, the expression she wears hints at an imminent collapse.

“You should take a nap, or if you really don’t want to rest, we can relax and watch this drama together–” you start to grow excited at the idea, a smile forming on your lips.

Meanwhile, Bada confronts a dilemma. She acknowledges her love for you, plain and simple. She wants to eschew work, opting to watch a drama with you, to hold you close and sleep with the comforting weight of your presence. Yet, her mind brands her feelings as selfish, a slow-acting poison disguised in sweet wine—pleasurable until it brings forth your demise.

“You expect too much of me,” Bada says through gritted teeth, spitting the words out with venom that extinguishes the small smile you’d nurtured.

“What?” You breathe, confusion clouding your expression.

“You ask me to spend time with you, you want us to watch a drama together,” she lists. “These affections you are asking of me–” She cuts herself off, shaking her head with a bored expression. “It is inappropriate. We are not a couple.”

In just a few words, Bada annihilates your world. The meticulously crafted memories of your time with your fiancée crumble, collapsing under the weight of her words. "We are not a couple." The phrase echoes in your mind, torturing you until your ears ring.

You visibly flounder, opening and closing your mouth in genuine shock. “Where is this coming from?” You ask incredulously.

“I told you I would not fall in love with you,” Bada argues. “Our union was a tactical business move that benefitted me and your parents, that is all. You are nothing more to me.”

As if your heart could shatter further, it bleeds in your chest, oozes crimson red, and cries out to be spared. For a brief moment, you're left so shell-shocked that you almost lose all sense of self. Rooted in your spot, you stare into Bada’s eyes as every part of your body pulsates with insurmountable pain.

“We don’t act like we’re in a marriage of convenience,” you fight back, words a hushed and hurt whisper.

She doesn’t respond, simply looks ahead, acknowledging the truth. She hasn’t treated you as a friend for months, let alone an acquaintance for longer.

“Bada. Look at me,” you order, your voice gaining slight confidence.

Slowly, Bada shifts her gaze to meet yours. In her dark brown irises, a storm rages—a tempest of unspoken feelings concealed behind a sheet of ice. Staring into Bada’s eyes, you shake your head with a hurt expression. The woman in front of you is unrecognizable. She doesn’t resemble your fiancée and the woman you fell in love with; she's a shadow, an imitation.

"Who are you?" Your eyes question Bada.

“I don’t know,” her eyes confess.

You take a step back from Bada, tears welling in your eyes. “You are cruel, Bada Lee.” Without uttering another word, you turn and rush away, almost colliding with Lusher, standing around the corner with Tatter by her side.

Lusher watches you leave with a disapproving look. She glances at Bada, who stands stock-still, appearing as if she’d been stabbed in the heart.

Her boss makes eye contact with her. “What? Aren’t you going to tell me off?” Bada says harshly.

Lusher only shakes her head disapprovingly, looking away from her friend.

Bada scoffs, clicking her tongue as she brushes past Lusher and Tatter, heading toward the stairs and the door to the Lee mansion.

Tatter takes a step forward, a worried look on her face. “Shouldn’t we go after them?”

Lusher holds her arm out to stop Tatter from walking ahead. “It isn’t our place,” she says softly. “It’s time for Bada to face her past.”

Blown glass casts colored shadows across Bada’s fair skin. Her grim expression contrasts with the bright colors, and the bouquet of sunflowers clutched between her fingers adds a touch of vibrancy. In front of her, a gold placard engraved with her mother’s name stares back at her.

“Hello, mother,” Bada murmurs into the open air. “I’m sorry; it’s been a while since I’ve visited you. I’ve been busy.” She shifts her gaze to the floor. “I met a woman.” She utters your name with reverence, “You would have loved her.”

She closes her eyes, envisioning your lively and beautiful countenance.

“You’ll be surprised to hear that I'm engaged to her now. We are to be wed in December.”

“You are cruel, Bada Lee.” Her mind echoes your words, and she opens her eyes.

“Well, perhaps not anymore,” Bada steps forward, exchanging the wilting flowers beside her mother’s grave with a new bouquet. The bright yellow sunflowers pop next to the gold, infusing the room with more color. “She made me feel strange emotions,” Bada confesses.

She thinks back to the first time she had a proper conversation with you. You’d come into her office and brought her breakfast, standing tall and confident as you poked and prodded, asking questions about her.

“When she’s happy, I’m at peace,” Bada reflects. Her thoughts then shift to Seong. “When she was taken from me, I was infuriated.” Her fingers unconsciously curl into a fist. She places her hand over her heart, feeling it beat wildly against her palm.

Her heart sings for you, no matter where she might be.

“But I know better.” Bada shakes her head. “I know better than to let myself care about her.” She thinks of the way she’d spoken to you an hour prior–how she’d lied to you– “So I hurt her.” She says, her voice low and full of shame. “I said whatever I could think of to make her hate me.”

Outside, the wind whips violently, thrumming against the mausoleum.

“...Because loving me is a death wish.”

13 years ago 

A bright-eyed, 15-year-old Bada Lee steps out of her private school, her eyes scanning the myriad of luxury cars to find a silver Ferrari LaFerrari, the hypercar her bodyguard drives. Suddenly, the sound of a loud engine pulls up next to the curb of the school, right in front of where Bada stands.

“Ms. Lee.” Chung-Hee steps out of the car, a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Yes!” Bada nods excitedly, heading toward Chung-Hee. He quickly moves to grab her backpack before opening the car door, the silver sides of the car shooting up into the air like wings. “Thank you,” Bada says as she piles in, a wide smile on her face.

Chung-Hee simply nods as he sets her backpack in the front passenger seat before sitting in the driver’s spot. He pulls out of the driving lot with ease, heading away from the school. “How was your day today, Ms. Lee?”

“Very good.” Bada nods. “Actually, I was talking to some of my friends…”

“Seoyoung Lee, right?”

“Yes.” Bada smiles. “She and some others were talking about taking some dance classes after school–”

“Ms. Lee…” Chung-Hee sighs. “You are already very busy with your English and piano lessons, not to mention horseback riding and taekwondo–”

“I know that, Chung.” Bada huffs endearingly. “But this is something I really want to do, not just another hobby my father makes me take up so that I can find a husband.”

Chung-Hee lightly drums his fingers against the wheel. “You’ll have to ask both your father and your mother–”

“Yes, I know that.” Bada makes a cheeky expression. “That is why I’m going to speak to my mother right when we arrive home so that she can convince my father.”

“Ah, your mother is not currently home,” Chung-Hee informs her. “She is buying groceries for dinner tonight.”

“Then will you take me to her, please?” Bada begs, pitching her tone upwards.

“I was instructed to take you straight home–”

“Pleaseeee Chung?” Bada continues, staring through the rearview mirror so that her bodyguard can see her properly.

Chung-Hee sighs in defeat. “One of these days you’re going to get me fired.”

Bada squeals in excitement, practically bouncing in her seat. “You know that’s not true. My father considers you a close friend.”

“I guess I am lucky in that regard.” Chung-Hee breathes.

“Well, anyway…” Bada sits back, her smile never dimming. “How is your daughter, Chung?”

Immediately, Chung-Hee sits up in his seat, a bright grin overtaking his lips. “She’s great, thank you for asking. And she’s doing wonderfully in school.”

“You must be proud of her then.”

“Yes, I am,” Chung-Hee says fondly. “She’s so intelligent, it blows my mind.”

Bada smiles sadly as she nods.

“And she looks up to me. Says she wants to be just like me when she’s older.”

“She sounds wonderful, Chung,” Bada whispers.

The rest of the car ride continues in a comfortable silence, although Bada shifts her gaze to stare out of the window. She counts every passing minute, becoming more and more restless to see her mother.

Finally, the car eventually slows down across the street from a grocery store. Bada starts to grin, practically buzzing in her seat. Sensing her excitement, Chung-Hee parks the car and quickly exits, opening the door, only for Bada to practically shoot out of the car and rush over to the grocery store.

Chung-Hee only sighs. “Yah, one day she really is going to get me fired.”

Inside the grocery store, Bada barely pays attention to the way the shoppers gape at her, only intent on finding her mother. She uses her long legs to quickly make her way through the aisles until she spots a familiar head of hair near the fresh produce. Bada makes her way over to her mother, calling out to her.

“Mother!” She says, only a few feet away.

Bada’s mother immediately turns around, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion until she spots her daughter rushing toward her. “Bada?” She responds, a smile growing on her lips. “What are you doing here?”

Bada stops right in front of her mother, throwing her arms around her in a hug that the older woman immediately reciprocates. “Chung-Hee told me you weren’t home, so I asked him to drive me here.”

“And where is he now?” Bada’s mother scans the store, searching for a tall man wearing sunglasses.

“Oh…” Bada unwarps herself from her mother and then turns to look behind her, only now noticing her bodyguard is nowhere to be seen. “I must have left him behind.”

Her mother sighs and shakes her head disapprovingly. “Where are your manners, Bada? You have that poor man running after you all day.”

“Sorry,” Bada mumbles out half-sincerely. Her mother glances at her before gently patting her back, prompting her to continue walking. “Are you done shopping?”

“Yes, I have everything I need to make dinner tonight.” Her mother smiles.

“Why do you come to grocery stores anyway?” Bada asks. “The staff bring in fresh ingredients and foods every day.”

“They do, and while I appreciate all they do for us,” her mother walks over to the cash register, placing her groceries on the counter. “It’s important to never become lazy. As your mother and the woman of the house, it’s my responsibility to prepare you and your father’s dinner, even occasionally.”

Bada listens to her mother’s words carefully, nodding along in agreement. She watches her mother hand over a heavy golden credit card to the cashier, who is about to refuse the payment, but her mother’s bright smile and persistence makes him give in and take the card, charging her for the food.

“Besides, the staff deserve to rest every once and a while, don’t you think?” Bada’s mother continues.

“Yeah.” Bada remains in awe of her mother’s humility and kindness.

“What made you so eager to see me that you came all the way here, by the way?” She asks her daughter, helping the worker bag her groceries, despite his insistence that he should do it himself.

“Ah,” Bada suddenly smiles nervously, grabbing two of the heaviest bags to help her mother carry out of the grocery store. “Do you remember my friend Seoyoung?”

“Of course I do, she’s your oldest friend, isn’t she?”

Bada nods. “Well she and some of my other friends wanted to take some dance classes after school, and maybe join a dance club afterward–”

“I see.” Her mother nods. “So you came to ask me to convince your father to let you, is that right?”

Bada stares at her mother with a sheepish expression. “Yes.”

“I don’t know, Bada. Won’t you be much too tired after school? And don’t forget you have piano lessons right after–”

“I promise I can handle it.” She says with conviction. “I’ll do all my lessons and taekwondo every day even after dance.”

“You’ll be exhausted–”

“I won't,” Bada argues with a small pout. “Please, mother: I think dance is something I could be very good at.”

The older woman pauses, turning to look into her daughter’s eyes. She sees them shine with confidence and pure hope, which makes her smile. “Okay,” she nods. “I’ll speak to your father about it.”

“Yes!” Bada cheers, side-hugging her mother the best she can with her hands preoccupied. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The older woman laughs, leaning into her daughter’s side. “Of course. If dancing is something you think you’ll enjoy, then I fully support you trying it out.”

That evening, under the warm Seoul sun, Bada experiences her last moments of pure happiness, unencumbered by worries or fear. She simply laughs with her mother, her heart bursting at the seams with love for the woman who cared for and nurtured her.

Her happiness blinds her to the moving figure across the street.

Ji-ah, Bada’s mother’s bodyguard has his head down as he crosses the street. Her mother smiles at him, greeting him again with a wave. But her eyes catch something, a glint of silver clutched in his right hand and almost completely concealed from her by his suit jacket. Her smile fades, confusion stretching across her face until she spots another man peering from the corner of a building, a nasty smirk on his face.

A blur of motion crosses Bada’s eyes before a loud popping sound fills the air.

The neighborhood falls into silence after, Bada jolting at the noise in shock. She looks around the street blearily, her mind still trying to catch up as her ears ring.

“Mo–” Before Bada can call out to her, the body of her mother falls into hers. They collapse in the street, grocery bags broken and food spilling out onto the concrete as Bada lets out a small huff of pain and surprise. She looks down, finding her mother splayed across her lap, a gunshot wound in her chest. “M-Mother?” Bada stutters in shock, her eyes growing wide in horror as she wraps her arms around her mother’s body.

In her daughter’s lap, Mrs. Lee breathes heavily, her eyes glazing over as pools of crimson fall from her chest, staining Bada’s hands bright red.

“No, no, no.” Bada breathes, placing her hand against her mother’s wound. “Ma… ma please stay awake.” She pleads, tears beginning to fall from her eyes as her heart pounds in her chest, a stabbing pain puncturing the organ. 

“Are you hurt?” Her mother barely manages to choke out, raising her pale hand to clutch the side of her daughter’s face.

“No.” Bada shakes her head, now fully sobbing.

A few feet away, Chung-Hee finally arrivies near the grocery store, having been held back by a group of men. He recognised them to be lackeys of a rival of Mr. Lee, and swung before they got the jump on him. He managed to beat them all to a pulp before rushing down the street, his mind racing with thoughts of Mrs. Lee and Bada being in potential danger.

Before he could make it to them he spots Ji-ah brandishing a gun, and holding it up in their direction. He fires without a second thought, hitting Mrs. Lee. 

Chung-Hee pulls out his gun quickly, shooting at Ji-ah across the street. He manages to hit him in the chest, then quickly fires again, emptying five more rounds into the traitor before Ji-ah falls to the concrete, dead.

Bada, unable to focus on the chaos around her only stares at her mother while sobbing, rocking back and forth. “Umma,” she cries, “Umma please, stay awake!”

Mrs. Lee only smiles, brushing her thumb against her daughter’s cheek. “You are beautiful.” She utters, her eyes filled with pure love and adoration. “I could not have asked for a kinder, gentler daughter.”

“Umma,” Bada closes her eyes, shaking her head as her tears grow hot, their salty liquid burning her cheeks.

“I love you.” Mrs. Lee whispers.

With the last of her strength gone, her eyes glaze over and her hand falls away from Bada’s cheek, hitting the concrete with a thud.

“No, umma!” Bada practically screams, clutching her mother’s body close to her chest as her frame starts to physically shake. “I love you too, please don’t leave me! Please, umma!”

Chung-Hee rushes over to Bada’s side, trying to separate her from her mother’s dead body. Bada only shoves him away, her eyes full of pure sorrow.

The sound of fast-approaching cars–her father’s men– just barely registers in Bada’s mind, reminding her of the shooter.

Bada shifts her gaze to the dead body across the street, her eyes going ice-cold at the sight of Ji-ah sprawled across the concrete.

Poison.

“Would you hate me for what I’ve done?” Bada speaks to her mother’s headstone. “For pushing her away?”

The wind thrashes against the windows.

“Because I do.” Bada admits.

The sunflowers next to her mother’s headstone quiver withthe breeze.

“I don’t know what to do with myself.” Bada places her hands over her eyes, feeling tears build inside them. “I should be happy that she hates me. I should be happy that she’ll stay away from me and be safe, but–”

The tears she’s been holding in finally break through. For what feels like the first time in 13 years, Bada Lee cries.

“I hate myself. I want to tear myself apart for all the things I said to her.” She confesses, sobbing. “I love her. I love her more than anything.”

The sunflowers shake.

“I want to be with her. I want to tell her that I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.” Bada’s heart races in her chest as she heaves. She tears her hands away from her face so she can see her mother’s headstone. “I wish you were here to guide me–to tell me what to do–”

Suddenly, the violent winds from outside cause the door to the mausoleum to whip open, the strong breeze blows past Bada, swiping the tears from her cheeks and rushing toward the sunflowers. The sheer force of the wind sends flower petals into the air, making Bada stare up at them in shock.

Then, a memory comes rushing back to the forefront of her mind.

22 years ago

Six year old Bada races through the garden next to her father’s office, giggling at the small birds nesting in a tree above her. She tries to reach for them–but although being very tall for her age–she can’t touch the branch they reside on.

Bada tries to stretch her legs even further, standing on her tippytoes as she reaches her arms up–but she immediately loses her balance, making her wobble until she falls back.

Unfortunately, Bada’s excitement made her blind to the fact that just behind her lied a bushel of roses, their thorns giving her a painful greeting as her back and arms get caught on the spikes.

“Ouch!” She hisses, quickly removing herself from the flowers. She now has a few cuts and scrapes littering her arms, which makes tears rush to her eyes. She starts to sniffle, about to begin crying–

“Bada.” The sound of her mom’s voice distracts her, making the young girl look up.

“Umma.” Bada says tearrily.

“What happened?” Mrs. Lee rushes over to her daughter’s side, her eyes filled with worry as they take in the small cuts all over her arms.

“I fell into the–the thorns.” Bada hiccups, pointing at the offending flowers.

“Bada, I told you not to play near the roses.” Her mother softly scolds her, gently picking her daughter up and placing her in her lap.

“I’m sorry umma.” Bada sniffles, wiping her tears away with the palm of her hands.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Mrs. Lee looks over her daughter’s injuries. “Thankfull, none of the cuts are too deep, but I’ll clean them–”

Bada, now much less emotional, shifts her attention away from her mother, instead staring up to find the birds in the tree above them. They rub their beaks and heads against each other, their eyes closed as they rest in their nest.

“Umma.” Bada suddenly interrupts her mother.

Mrs. Lee pauses, noticing her daughter is looking upward, and glances up as well. “Yes?”

“What does being in love feel like?”

Her mother looks down at her in surprise, a small smile growing on her lips. “Why do you ask?”

Bada looks away from the birds and at her feet instead. “Some of my friends were talking about love because Valentine’s Day is coming up. They said we should give chocolates to boys we love.”

Mrs. Lee’s smile widens, “Ah, I see.”

“But I don’t feel anything when I think about the boys in my class.” Bada mumbles. “So I want to know what I should be feeling.”

Mrs. Lee caresses the top of her daughter’s hair, completely endeared by the young girl. “You’re still young, Bada. You might not feel such strong emotions yet.”

Bada looks up at her mother, her eyes wide and pleading.

Mrs. Lee sighs, then nods. “Alright.” She moves her daughter around in her lap so she’s facing her. “When you’re in love, all you can think about is your partner. You wake up in the morning and your mind instantly goes to them. ‘What are they doing right now?’ ‘Have they eaten breakfast yet?’ ‘Did they sleep well?’” Bada’s mother mumbles. “When you’re with them, you smile very wide.” She reaches over to pinch her daughter’s cheeks, stretching her lips into a smile. Young Bada giggles at the action, her lips easily forming a grin.

Her mother laughs along with her, removing her hands from her daughter’s cheeks.

“And when you’re away from them, you’re very sad.” She makes a small frown, which Bada mimics cutely. “You want to be with them every waking moment.”

Bada glances down at her lap, her eyebrows furrowing. “And what if I can’t tell if I’m in love or not?”

“Oh, you’ll know.” Mrs. Lee nods.

“How?” Bada pouts.

Her mother thinks for a moment before smiling. She grabs her daughter’s arms and slowly starts to place kisses on her small cuts. Bada looks at her mother in surprise, a few giggles slipping from her lips at the action.

“You'll realize you're in love when you see your partner hurt, and all you want to do is make them feel better,” her mother mumbles. “You wish you had magical powers to heal all their wounds–” She places a kiss on Bada’s last cut. “So, you end up kissing every injury to help them heal.”

Bada breathes in wonder, her eyes glittering under the sunlight. “Is that why appa always gives you a kiss when you get hurt?”

“Yes.” Mrs. Lee nods, grinning widely. “He helps me get better, and it’s his way of telling me he loves me.”

“But what if one day you get really hurt, and appa isn’t there to give you a kiss?” Bada asks. “Will you not heal?”

“In that case, I’ll have to be strong and get better on my own.” Her mother whispers softly. “Although I wish I could, I can’t always rely on your father to take care of me. I need to be independent as well.”

“I think I know what it means to be in love now.” Bada smiles. “I’m excited to fall in love!”

Mrs. Lee laughs warmly. “That’s good, sweetheart. You should be very excited to find someone who will also kiss your wounds.” Together, mother and daughter sit in the garden, their heads and hearts filled with love. 

A strong breeze suddenly whips around them, plucking a few sunflower petals from the bushel next to the roses. They dance and flutter in the air, making both Bada and her mother stare up at them in amazement. 

As yellow sunflower petals fall onto the mausoleum floor, Bada smiles widely. She closes her eyes and nods. “I understand now, mother.” Opening her eyes, she glances at her mother’s headstone. “I know what I must do.”

She says one final goodbye to the resting place of her mother before racing out of the private cemetery, and toward her Porsche 918 Spyder. She’s about to pull out of the parking lot when her eyes catch a store across the street. She freezes in her spot, mesmerized.

There, on display, a misty gem sat atop a golden band surrounded by small diamonds, with flower-shaped gold holding onto the gem. It’s a unique, but beautiful ring.

“Perfect.” Bada breathes.

Arriving back at the Lee mansion, a cloud of sorrow and heartbreak fills the halls. Bada winces as she trudges up the stairs, guilt causing her throat to close up. Her feet take a mind of their own, leading her on autopilot to the place where she longs to be most, with you.

Bada stares at the wood of your door, suddenly feeling immensely nervous. She wonders if you’d felt this way when you bravely knocked on her door hours prior.

She raises her fist to knock, her ears just barely picking up the sound of small sniffles behind the door. Her heart screams in her chest.

She waits a few moments with no response before grabbing onto the doorknob, and twisting it open. Bada steps into your room hesitantly, her eyebrows furrowing at what she sees.

You’re sitting in your bed, your hands covering your eyes as you silently weep into them. Lusher sits beside you, rubbing your back soothingly as she tries to calm you. She looks up at the sound of Bada coming in, her eyes moving to Hyo who stands next to the door.

Hyo does nothing, simply glances between you and her boss while gnawing her bottom lip.

Lusher casts her disapproving gaze onto Bada, but her friend quickly shakes her head. Bada steps forward and walks to your side, kneeling next to the bed.

“Hey,” She says to you softly.

You don’t look up at her, only inch closer to Lusher.

Bada closes her eyes and swallows a lump in her throat. “I’m sorry.” She whispers sincerely.

Your cries seem to slowly die down at her words, now becoming small sniffles.

“I’m ready to tell you everything if you’re willing to listen.”

You finally take your hands away from your face to look up at Lusher. She stares back at you and smiles, nodding kindly. You take in a deep breath, “Okay.”

Sand crunches below you, and the sound of ocean waves whipping against each granule soothes your nerves. The night is cold, which makes you regret wearing the beige, glittery dress you’d chosen. You clutch at your arms, feeling goosebumps rise from your skin.

Bada notices you shivering and takes off her black coat. “Here.” She whispers, draping it over your shoulders and rubbing her slim hands up and down your arms to warm you up.

You stare at Bada, hating how your heart leaps in your chest at her tender care. You want to stew in your anger and hurt, but the way she looks at you with so much warmth and regret makes you melt. You’re weak.

Bada, now in a simple black shirt and brown slacks steps back. “Is that better?”

“Yes.” You mumble, looking at the sand pooling under your feet.

Bada nods, breathing out deeply. “Okay.” She looks incredibly nervous in front of you, and you almost want to soothe her worries. “I’m not sure how to start this…” She trails off. “But I want you to know that I’m sorry.”

You look up from the sand to stare into Bada’s eyes.

“The things I said to you were disgusting lies.” She admits, shame encompassing her expression. “You are more to me than just a business deal. You have been from the start.”

In the background, the ocean waves begin to calm.

“I never told you this, but…” She shakes her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “the day that we met, I came to talk to your parents to break off the deal.”

Your eyes go wide, and a look of confusion grows on your expression.

“I’d been having second thoughts about our engagement.” She closes her eyes, remembering that day vividly. “I was going to tell them that I wanted to call it off, but then–” her smile turns soft. “You walked in.”

Suddenly, you no longer feel cold, the heat of Bada’s coat and confession making every part of your body burn.

“And you were so beautiful. Like nothing I’d ever seen. So beautiful, and so smart.” She opens her eyes, taking your hands into hers. “I knew then and there that I had to go along with the deal. That I had to make you mine.”

You squeeze Bada’s hands, tears beginning to flow into your eyes.

“But I was terrified. I was so terrified of my feelings.” She starts to tear up as well. “If I were to let you fall in love with me, I would be putting your life at risk. I told myself I was being selfish.”

You want to cut in and deny everything that she says, but you let her talk.

“When my mother died…” Bada chokes on her words–she has to close her eyes and steady her breathing to continue. “She stepped in front of a bullet for me.”

The tears you’d been trying to hold back release, your heart aching in your chest in sympathy for your fiancée.

“Her bodyguard betrayed us... he was aiming to kill me but–” She takes another deep breath. “My mother took the shot.”

“Oh, Bada…” You whisper, throwing your arms around her to pull her into a hug.

Bada breaks down in the comfort of your arms, sobbing violently, and finally releasing 13 years worth of guilt. You hold onto her the entire time, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

"I should've been the one to die that day," she cries. "My parents could have had another child—a son. Someone they could be proud to pass on the business to."

“Bada Lee, you are the most hardworking woman I’ve ever met.” You insist. “Your parents would be so proud of what you’ve made of their business.”

Bada tightens her hold on your waist. “I’m sorry.” She slowly unravels herself from you, wiping her tears as she steels herself. “There’s nothing I want more in this world than to wake up next to you every morning. I want to stay by your side for what little time we may have together.”

You bite your lip, trying to stop your sobs from passing beyond your lips.

Bada takes your hand and suddenly starts walking toward a faint light in the distance of the beach. You give her a confused look but follow her anyway until you finally see what she’s bringing you toward.

Rose petals are scattered on the beach sand to create a makeshift walkway, lanterns with burning candles lighting up the sides of it while a small arch in the shape of a heart lies beyond the petals.

You instantly clasp your hands over your mouth, breathing out in shock and awe, turning to face Bada who only smiles at you. She takes both of your hands once again, then slowly starts to lower herself onto the sand, taking one knee in front of you.

“When I look at you, I see my future in your eyes. I know who I am with you.” She places a kiss on your knuckles. “I am selfish. I am a woman who will devote her every waking moment to caring and protecting you.”

She slips her hand into the pocket of her brown slacks and pulls out a black box. You start to openly sob when she opens it and reveals a beautiful engagement ring.

“So, will you allow me to be a selfish woman, and love you until the end of my days?”

“Yes!”

A mess of kisses and wandering hands, you and Bada trail into her private beach house. It’s small but cozy and intimate, exactly what you two need.

Bada guides you in the direction of the master bedroom, never separating from your soft lips. She huffs, her hot breaths caressing your skin as she opens the door and walks toward the bed. It’s decorated in even more rose petals that you crush when she lays you down, and hovers on top of you.

“I’ve said some terrible things to you today,” Bada whispers. “So let me make it up to you.” She places her hand over your right breast, squeezing it and making you moan. “Will you let me?” She asks. “Will you let me…make love to you?”

“Yes.” You breathe. “Yes, Bada.”

Bada smiles, closing her eyes in bliss at the way you alluringly say her name. “I love your voice.” She trails her slim fingers down your body before bringing them up again, and carefully helping you peel your shining dress off your body.

You’re left in your panties and your bra, heaving, passionate breaths making your chest rise and fall in quick succession. Bada stares at your breasts unabashedly before dragging her eyes over every inch of your body. She looks in complete and utter awe, taking in a sharp breath.

“I love your body.” She continues, lowering her hands to your panties, slowly pushing them aside. She finds your pussy glistening with slick, her eyes drinking in the sight with fiery irises. Bada parts your lips, watching carefully as strings of wetness cling to them, revealing your pearly, throbbing clit.

As if in a trance, she brings her thumb up to it, rubbing it up and down with varying degrees of pressure, studying how you cry out in pleasure at each motion.

“Do you like that?” She whispers, staring to trial kisses on your neck and breasts.

“Yes.” You immediately respond, losing yourself in the simple pleasure your faincée gives you. All the months of being untouched have made you so sensitive–so, so sensitive to the point that you’re releasing ridiculous amounts of slick onto Bada’s fingers.

“I want to feel you,” Bada confesses, moving her fingers away from your clit and to your hole. She traces her finger around it before gently inserting one in, your pussy sucking her in without any complaint. “Ah,” she breathes, closing her eyes. “You’re so warm.”

You let out a strangled moan at her words, begging her to continue.

She does as you ask, pushing her finger in deep before dragging it out–again and again she does this, slowly building up her pace until she’s driving her finger into you at an incredible speed. “You’re so warm, honey. So wet.” She repeats, stars in her eyes as she moves to kiss you passionately, all tongue and spit.

“More, please.” You ask again.

“Of course.” She whispers against your lips. Bada takes another finger and inserts it into you, the almost painful but pleasurable stretch makes you cry out, grabbing her unoccupied hand to squeeze it. “There you go.” She says fondly. “Make as much noise as you want to, honey. It’s just us.”

So you let yourself go, practically moaning like a porn star as Bada pounds her fingers into you, your slick sloshing against them and pruning up her digits. She doesn’t seem to care at all, instead changing their position to crook them upwards, dragging them along your walls, indulging you in sexual gratification like you’ve never felt before.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers.” She breathes, the words so heavy you can barely make them out. “Cover me in your juices. Do it.”

Driving her point, Bada lowers her face to your pussy, licking her long tongue against your clit. She flicks it, then takes it into her mouth, swirling her tongue against it.

You immediately cry out in pleasure, your mouth gaping open and eyes closing shut as your fiancée smirks against your clit. She continues her pace, pistoning her fingers in and out of you until she brushes your sweet spot–

“Oh my god!” You scream, your eyes almost rolling back in sheer bliss. “Right there, right there!”

Bada opens her eyes–her lids heavy as makes eye contact with you. “Right here?” She pushes her finger in once again, crooking it up perfectly so that it hits your g-spot perfectly. “Oh yeah, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” She mutters to herself, a proud smile finding her lips.

That, coupled with one long, hard suck and swirl from her tongue on your clit makes your eyes roll back, insurmountable pleasure flowing through you as you cum.

“Soak me.” Bada guides you through it, holding onto your hand tightly to ground you as you embark on a world of bliss, her fingers and mouth never slowing down until you start to whine. 

“Please–” you choke out, your pussy sensitive from her touch.

Your fiancée slows her fingers and pops her mouth off your pussy, licking her lips before she fully pulls out her digits from inside of you. When she does, a gush of cum follows in her wake, trailing down and falling onto the linen sheets. She smiles at the sight, lifting her fingers to her mouth and sucking on your juices.

“I love the way you taste.” She separates her fingers to show you the beads of her spit and your slick combined into one debauched substance.

You sit up from bed, crawling over to her with a mischievous look. You grab her hand and bring it up to your lips, sucking on her fingers gently, moving your head up and down in a sensual motion.

“Fuck.” Bada watches you in awe, her cunt pulsing against her boxers and layers of clothes. “How are you so effortlessly alluring?”

You look up at your fiancée, dragging her fingers out of your mouth. “Bada…”

“Yes?” She asks, using her clean hand to brush her thumb over your cheek lovingly.

“Can I touch you too?” You drag your hand down Bada’s chest, stopping just before the waistband of her slacks.

Bada smiles and nods, grabbing your hand and beginning to take off her black shirt. She pulls it off of her body easily, letting it fall to the floor as her hand moves to remove her sports bra as well. You take the time to also remove your bra, now fully exposed while Bada takes off her slacks.

You try your hardest not to stare at her, but with every movement she does, her lean abs move, and her muscled arms strain. Bada Lee has an amazing body, and you can’t help but gape.

Your fiancée, unaware of your stare finally strips herself of her boxers–which she notes are wet with slick–and moves back onto the bed.

“You’re so pretty.” You whisper to her bashfully, moving your fingers up and down her abs.

The action makes Bada release a heavy breath from her nose, your feather-light touch making her abdominals stretch. “Thank you.” She smiles, leaning in to place a warm sweet kiss on your lips. 

You break away after a moment, leaning your head down and motioning for Bada to lay back. She does so immediately, encouraging you to do as you please with a hand on the back of your head. 

You slowly lower your head so you’re face-to-face with Bada’s cunt. You notice a few beads of wetness fall from her folds, making you smile proudly. She’s just as riled up as you.

Without a second thought, you part her lips like she had yours and place your hot mouth on her cunt, making her hiss. She throws her head back, once again her abs stretching as her long hair falls against her face. “Ah, fuck.”

You move your tongue inside of her, eyes going doe when she stares down at you with burning irises, so full of passion and heat that you unconsciously rub your thighs together, slick building between your legs again.

“You’re so good at that, baby.” Bada moans, grabbing your hair with enough force so that she can move you while still keeping her grip painless. She has to hold herself back–remember that this is about making love not fucking. Her full strength could truly hurt you. “Fuck yeah.” She curses, moving your head up and down as she uses you to pleasure herself.

You slip into a submissive role, allowing Bada to move and use you in any way, happy to bring her the same amount of ecstasy that she’d given you. You move your tongue in and out of her hot, gummy walls, slick running down your chin and the column of your throat until it dribbles in between the valley of your breasts.

Bada watches every movement and groans loudly, turned on out of her mind. She moves your head up and down faster, feeling every drag of your tongue and the pressure of your nose against her clit.

She’s so close, right there–

“Wait–” She breathes, letting go of your head. “Wait.”

You instantly shoot up, worried you’ve done something wrong. “Wha–”

Bada flips your position so you’re below her again. She takes your leg and crooks it against her hip, placing her cunt just inches away from your pussy. “I want to cum with you.” She heaves.

You stare up at your fiancée, your heart swelling in your chest to the point you’re worried it’ll burst. You grab her unoccupied hand and nod, smiling sweetly at her.

She smiles back, running her thumb over the engagement ring resting on your ring finger. She places a kiss on it before she uses her strength to lift herself up, and slowly lower her pussy against yours. She lets out another kiss, her cunt still sensitive from her almost release just minutes prior.

She starts out slow, rubbing up and down and positioning herself so that her lips meet the parting of yours. She encourages you to move with her, using her grip on your thigh to help you gain a rhythm in rubbing yourself against her.

You’re both so wet that loud squelching noises fill the air, your skin parting with strings of juices touching each other’s skin lewdly. Bada then starts to speed up her pace, rubbing up against your pussy as she sighs blissfully. She drags her hand up to your breast, grabs your nipple between her fingers, and starts to rub.

You let out a small moan which makes your fiancée twist your nipple with a bit more force, and then angle down enough so that she can flick her tongue against it. She takes your breast into her mouth, sucking rather harshly to pull out a louder moan from your parted lips.

She pops off your breast to smirk, pushing both of them together. “I love your tits.” She spits on them, then flattens her tongue and drags it across your nipples.

“Bada…” You trail off, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes.

“I know baby,” she mutters, her voice hitching when she angles her hips down at the perfect spot and applies just the perfect amount of pressure–she does it again. A mix of her groan and your cry ringing in the air. She slaps her pussy against your own, the shock of bliss shoots up her spine, and makes her curse. “Fuck, cum with me.” She closes her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure. “Fucking cum with me, honey. Let go and give me your all. I want it.”

So you give her what she wants.

Both you and Bada cum seconds later, both of your eyes closed tight in ecstasy as your pussies still rub against each other’s, riding out the high until you no longer can.

Your fiancée is the first to pull away, gently letting go of your thigh and stretching it onto the bed. Exhausted, she flops beside you, breathing heavily.

“How do you feel?” She checks up on you, her eyes finding yours in an instant.

“So good.” You admit with a smile.

Bada grins back at you, scooting closer to you until her body is pressed against your side. She flips you around so that you’re facing her as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Hi.” She mumbles sweetly.

“Hi.” You mumble back, holding back a giggle.

Both of your bodies are hot and shining with sweat, but neither of you cares. You stay tangled together, simply staring into each other’s eyes.

This time when you look into her irises, there’s no storm brewing–no icey wall keeping you separated from her. Just her pretty, dark brown irises. This is the woman you’d fallen in love with.

Your fiancée’s eyes say, “I know who I am.”

“I’m glad,” yours say back.

Bada leans forward, rubbing her nose against yours in a sweet gesture. Then she moves to place her lips inches away from your ear, whispering, “I love you.”

❝ the pain of grief is just as much a part of life as the joy of love; it is, perhaps, the price we pay for love, the cost of commitment. ❞

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LOST CAUSE

bada lee x reader (part 3)

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content: angst on angst, confused gays, sad times for bada, a lil bit of ??? x reader, idek man just read it, unedited because I refuse to reread my own stories

bada couldn't concentrate.

that much was obvious to every student present in the class that she was currently attempting to teach, as well as her team members, two of which had to take over while she leaned against the wall, feigning supervision while thinking of, well, you.

she didn't know what to make of the last interaction you two had. or, rather, she knew exactly what to make of it, and she just didn't like the implications.

she was a bad friend.

although she was glad that you had confronted her about her tendencies, and she now had the opportunity to do better in the future, she couldn't help but wonder if you even wanted that.

but she couldn't lose you, she couldn't even bare the thought of it, that would be like a solar system without it's star, virtually useless and incomplete. she had to do better, before you... no, nope. you weren't going anywhere, not on her watch. she would redeem herself, whatever it took.

"bada!" she jumped at the sound of her own name, muffled by the thoughts racing through her mind, thoughts of you and only you.

"welcome back to earth." lusher said flatly, standing tall in front of where bada had chosen to sit on the floor in the corner of the studio, moping in her self inflicted sadness.

"you shouldn't be here, you know? you should be at home, talking to her." bada nodded solemnly, her gloomy expression thankfully covered by her bucket hat. "I know."

lusher nudged bada's knee with her foot repeatedly, earning an annoyed groan from bada who swatted her foot, but, she smiled for what was most likely the first time that day. "well, if you know that, then why are you here?"

"because she told me to go, I didn't wanna push her any further." bada said simply, her smile vanishing just as quickly as it arrived. how could she be happy at all, while knowing that she had been hurting you all this time?

lusher clicked her tongue, pulling bada up to her feet and placing her hands on her shoulders, speaking with a certain seriousness. "she didn't mean it. go, bada. I've known her long enough to know that she... sometimes has trouble telling you how she actually feels. classes end in 20 anyway."

she didn't need to be told twice. bada was off, fingers drumming nervously on the steering as the pit in her stomach grew and grew, and grew. god, she hoped that you were still there when she opened the door.

maybe you would be in one of her many oversized shirts, your perfect figure practically drowning as you cooked something up for yourself in the kitchen, mindlessly humming to a song as you stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand. and she could come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your middle, humming the same tune.

or maybe, you'd be furiously shouting at the TV, watching some horror movie that had stumbled upon, which would always do a better job of aggravating you than scaring you. and bada would sit next to you, pulling you into her lap as you took turns criticising the characters' stupid, plot driving decisions.

god, she wanted you, she needed you to still be there when she unlocked the door.

so that you could have a full conversation about everything, every issue, every minute problem, every feeling, all of it. you'd most likely tell her that you're not very fond of her right now, which would be completely understandable, and then she would apologise profusely, get on her knees and beg if that's what it took, and tell you how she felt, if you asked.

how did she even feel?

she loved you, of course. you had been her rock, a safe space for her to be her most authentic self. sometimes, she would all awake at night, filled with some indescribable emotion that she could only attempt to describe as pure love. just the thought that you were in her life was enough to almost make her chest explode with glee.

she was so sure that all those feelings were typical of people who had been close for years, but she wasn't as certain anymore. but that didn't matter right now, she would categorise and sort her feelings out after she fixed the rift that she had caused between the two of you.

you would be her first priority from now on, always.

☆

"you know, you need to stop doing that." minah's voice rang out, a knowing look on her face.

"she looked sad, and I knew why, so I gave her a little push." lusher shrugged, locking the class door behind her, falling into step with minah as her and the rest of the members clocked out for the day.

"that's not what I meant. it's great that you helped bada." minah corrected, hooking her arm with hers as they made their way to their homes.

lusher sighed in mock exasperation before questioning minah. "then what did you mean? I'm not in the mood for guessing games right now."

"I mean, that you can't keep sabotaging your own feelings for her sake." that only led to another sigh leaving lushers' mouth.

throughout the years of knowing you, lusher had developed some feelings for you, but it was nothing major. but another thing she had to live with as a result of knowing you this long, were your unwavering feelings for bada.

they were, at least in lushers' opinion, completely impenetrable. it's not like she didn't understand, bada certainly treated you in a vastly different, much more intimate and compassionate way than she did anyone else, so your feelings definitely weren't baseless.

she just didn't feel like messing with your heart even further by adding her silly schoolgirl crush into the mix of your love for bada and bada's inability to look inwards for fucking once.

if she was in bada's shoes, you would've never left the club upset, because she would've never said no to an opportunity to hang out with just you. but, you being upset at the club is what led to you spending the night at her house, so lusher was selfishly a little thankful that it happened, in a roundabout sort of way.

she had to fight the urge to be visibly giddy when she saw you in her shirt for the first time. god, it looked so much better on you, she's not even mad that you left with it.

"I just, don't wanna add any more to the craziness going on with her. and you know I have the worst timing imaginable, the second I decide to confess to her, bada's gonna barge into the room and profess her undying love and then they're gonna make out in front of me." lusher ranted slightly as they made they're way to her front door.

"that was oddly specific. have you thought about this before?" minah questioned while stifling a laugh, putting an arm around lushers' shoulders. "but if you're not going to confess which is fine, then you should consider maybe not playing cupid either, you're only hurting yourself. they'll get together on their own if it's meant to be."

lusher nodded, hugging minah goodbye before entering her apartment. she was right as always, lusher had a nasty habit of trying to push you and bada into each others arms. maybe it was guilt? she felt bad for even feeling the way she did about you, so she overcompensated by helping you get closer to your dream girl, bada.

she just didn't want to see you hurting, and if she had to choose between her feelings and yours, it wouldn't even be a question. which is why she convinced bada to go finish her conversation with you, because she knew that you weren't okay.

so imagine her surprise when she saw you, in her kitchen, in another one of her shirts.

her mouth fell when her eyes met yours. "what are you doing here?" she blurted out in a high pitched voice. no, no, no, this was not how it was supposed to go. you were supposed to be at bada's place, and you guys were supposed to work out all the kinks in your relationship, maybe even get into a relationship.

"I just wanted to hang out. sorry, I shouldn't have intruded." you said simply, looking through a cupboard for something to snack on.

she wanted to tell you that bada was currently at her apartment for you, a part of her even wanted to drive you there and push you even further away from her.

but, another part of her wanted to take in minahs' advice, and not do anything. if you wanted to hang out her, then so be it.

"there isn't much in there, I'll just order delivery."

a/n: love triangle alert!!!

[gezelligs-world]

I Hope I Never Lose You

(Bada lee x Fem!Reader)

"When will you arrive?!" Bada said whining through the phone. I laugh while opening the car door.

"Calm your ass down sweet face, I'm on my way." I said and hung up the phone. I turned my engine on and went ahead.

"The traffic is worse than yesterday..." I mumbled while staring ahead. I was about to forward my car when I heard a couple of beeps behind me.

"Miss! Turn your car!" Before I even do what the stranger said, I see a car going towards me at full speed. I feel the glass from the windows fly at me and saw several people running to the scene before I black out.

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"Why is she not here yet?" Bada muttered but enough for her make up artist to her it.

"Your girlfriend is not here yet?" Bada nodded with a little pout on her lips.

"She said she will be here an hour ago, it's just a 30 minute drive from our apartment." The make-up artist nodded in understanding.

"Maybe there's traffic, hm?" She said trying to enlighten the mood of the dancer.

"I hope so..."

"Dancers! Please gather at the set! Filming will start soon!" Bada sighed and stood up. She tried to be understanding and maybe you will not make it because of personal problems. She stretches her arms one more time before going outside the make-up room.

The make-up is starting to pack some of the make-up that are needed for retouching when she hears Bada's phone ringing. She was about to go outside the room to inform Bada but she heard the song playing meaning the filming is already starting. The make-up artist had no choice but to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, is this Bada?" A male voice is heard. The make-up artist looked at the caller ID and saw that it's an unknown number.

"This is not her, she's busy. May I know your intentions?"

"There happened to be a car crash here and the victim's first emergency contact is Ms. Bada. I just want to inform her about what happened to- I suppose her girlfriend. This is her in-charged doctor speaking." Speechless is an understatement at what the make-up artist is feeling. Should she tell Bada? But Bada may feel overwhelmed...

Before she could reply, the phone got snatched. She turned around and saw that it was one of the directors of the set.

"We will inform Ms. Bada right away." The director then hung up the phone.

"Don't tell this to Bada-sshi, got it?" The director said with a warning and commanding voice.

"But PD-nim-" The director glared at her and went out leaving the make-up artist with mixed thoughts.

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"Congratulations everyone! We're done!" The director said as the dangers clap their hands except for the main dancer, Bada.

"Why is Bada looked so down today?" Mina Young said while analyzing Bada.

"I heard that Y/n didn't get to visit her today." Funky said and Mina gasp dramatically.

"That must hurt so bad!" Mina said.

Bada heard the conversation between the two leaders but she just didn't care about any of it at all.

"She promised..." Bada whispered while going back to the make-up room. She opened her phone and saw a lot of missed calls and texts from an unknown number. She opened the messages and almost dropped her phone when she saw the content. Bada grabbed her bag and went running to the exit, not caring about the director calling her or even her still being in her costume.

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She arrived at the hospital and went to the reception desk panting.

"Can you tell me where Ms. Y/n is?" She said breathlessly. The nurse goes through several papers making Bada more impatient.

"Bed 208." The nurse said and Bada immediately went to the direction where it is. She saw multiple people injured in the head, knees, and arms. She saw police officers questioning one of the people which she's guessing was one of the people involved in the accident. Bada kept looking back and forth finding a specific face until her eyes landed on an unconscious figure and a tube in her mouth, and a stable heartbeat that are heard through the monitor.

"Y/n..." Bada slowly approached her significant other and kneel down beside her bed. She grabbed her lover's hand and cupped it on her face. Bada is known to have controlled emotions but her tears are already falling.

"Ms. Bada?" She heard someone talk behind her. She wiped her tears and turned around. She stood and bowed lightly when she saw that it was the doctor.

"Yes, that's me." She said trying not to let out a cracked voice.

"May I know your relationship with Ms. Y/n before I get to tell you her condition?"

"Fiancé." Bada answered.

"Ms. Y/n suffered a lot of scratches on her left arm that is broken due to the force of the hit and since the direction of the car is moving towards the driver seat, she is in worse condition than the other victims involved." Bada bit her lip while looking and looked up again to look at Y/n.

"When will she wake up?" Bada nervously asked.

"My prediction is tomorrow." The doctor answered.

"A nurse will come and monitor her 2 times a day to see how her condition improved." Bada nodded.

"Can you move Y/n into a private room? The most expensive one." The doctor nodded.

"A nurse will send you a form to sign and Ms. Y/n will be transferred immediately." Bada thanked the doctor. She sat down on her lover's bed while caressing her hand.

"I hope I never lose you." Bada said and kissed Y/n's knuckles. A nurse approaches Bada to sign a form for Y/n's transfer, Bada signed it and Y/n is transferred to a private room.

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"Unnie, I heard what happened to Y/n unnie..." CheChe sadly said at Bada.

"Don't worry, your Y/n unnie is strong." Bada ruffled CheChe's hair.

"Can we visit her soon?" Tatter asked.

"Of course but only limited people may come and visit." Bada's members nodded in understanding.

In the middle of the break during the shooting of the street woman fighter, the hospital informed Bada that Y/n is finally awake. Even though she wants to go to the hospital and keep Y/n in her arms, she has to stay and remain professional, and also because she's the leader of Bebe. But once the shooting is finally finished, she rushes towards the parking lot and drives to the hospital. She ran at Y/n's room and opened it, she saw her significant other staring at her while sitting up.

"Bada..." Y/n smiled, Bada eyes began to be teary when she finally realized that death did not take Y/n from her. Bada rushed towards her and hugged Y/n, careful to not touch her scratches. Y/n let Bada rest her head on her chest as she caressed Bada's hair.

"I almost lost you..." Bada said while sniffing.

"You did not. I'm alive, see?" Y/n grabbed Bada's hands and cupped it on her face.

"You cannot die yet, I haven't got to marry you yet." Bada said and Y/n nodded in agreement.

"That's right..." They hugged each again and Bada whispered something at Y/n's ear.

"I almost lost you, I'm not gonna let that happen again." Bada kissed Y/n under her eyes and caressed her head, rocking their figures side by side.