🌌 | GL/WLW

Bada stares at the message on her phone, her heart pounding.

“You’re looking in the wrong places. They’re still here.”

There’s no signature, no clue about the sender, but something about the words feels too personal to ignore.

Bada leans back in her chair, exhaling sharply. It’s been years since you disappeared, yet the memories of your last days in the industry remain vivid. She remembers the way you used to smile at her during rehearsals, how you lit up the stage with every performance. She had admired you, maybe even more than she’d let on.

And then you were gone.

Now, with this cryptic message, Bada feels the pull to search again. She starts digging through old connections, scouring social media, and even visiting places she knows you used to frequent.

At first, there’s nothing—just dead ends and whispers of your name. But one day, as she’s walking through a quiet part of the city, she catches a glimpse of someone familiar in a passing crowd. A hoodie pulled low, hands shoved in pockets—it could’ve been anyone, but Bada’s gut tells her it’s you.

“Y/N?” she calls out, her voice hopeful.

The figure freezes but doesn’t turn around. Instead, they slip into the crowd, disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

Bada’s chest tightens. It had to be you. She’s sure of it.

“I’ll find you,” she murmurs to herself, determination burning in her eyes.