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People whispered about you long before Bada ever met you.

“She’s trouble.” “Don’t get involved with her.” “She’ll ruin your life.”

A reputation built on rumors, old grudges, and stories that grew teeth after being passed from mouth to mouth. You weren’t a monster—just someone who learned how to survive in ways most people didn’t understand.

Cold. Detached. Unbothered by consequences.

That was how the world saw you.

But Bada? She saw something else.

Something nobody bothered to look for.

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The first time she saw you, she froze.

You were leaning against a brick wall outside a late-night shop, one hand in your pocket, the other holding a drink. Hood up, stare sharp, posture relaxed in that dangerous, effortless way that made people cross the street without a second thought.

But she didn’t cross.

She stared.

Not scared—mesmerized.

You caught her looking.

She expected you to glare. You didn’t.

You raised an eyebrow—slow, curious. Then you gave her the smallest, softest nod.

Like an unspoken: you okay?

And that was it.

That was the exact second Bada fell in love with the girl the world called trouble.

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People warned her immediately.

“Don’t talk to her.” “She hangs around the wrong crowd.” “She doesn’t feel anything.” “She’s dangerous.”

Bada listened.

Then she ignored all of them.

Because after a few more run-ins, she started noticing the things people conveniently left out:

How you stepped aside for elders even when they never thanked you. How stray cats followed you because you fed them leftovers. How the store owner never charged you because you protected his shop once, quietly, without bragging. How you always walked home alone like you preferred your solitude.

And especially how your eyes softened only when you looked at her.

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But the rumor that bothered Bada the most?

“She’ll break your heart.”

And maybe it should’ve scared her.

But instead, when someone said it in front of you—loudly, mockingly—you just gave that lazy half-smirk and glanced at her.

Then, staring straight into her eyes, you said:

“I don’t break things I care about.”

That shut everyone up.

And Bada’s heart dropped straight into her stomach.