🖤 | GL/WLW

The familiar buzz of your phone lights up the dark room. It’s Bada’s name flashing on the screen—a call you’ve been waiting for, but also one you’ve come to dread.

“Hey… you still up?” her voice is soft but tired, the same tone she always uses when she calls late at night after another long day.

“Yeah,” you reply, forcing your voice to sound steady. “Everything okay?”

“Just needed to hear your voice,” she sighs. “Today was… rough.”

You want to be happy she thought of you—but only after her world quieted down. After the cameras, the rehearsals, and the performances. You’re the person she turns to when there’s nothing left—but never her first choice.

“I miss you,” she whispers, and for a moment, your heart aches.

“Do you?” The words slip out before you can stop them. “Or do you just miss having someone waiting for you when the world gets too loud?”

There’s silence on the line—a heavy, loaded pause. You wonder if she’s finally realizing what you’ve felt all along… or if she’ll keep letting you fade into the background.