It starts as a normal night. You’re casually chatting with the other members in the dorm’s living room when you suddenly feel a presence behind you. Bada Lee, leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed.
She’s been watching you all night. Not talking much, just observing.
When you get up to grab something from the kitchen, she follows. The moment you’re out of sight from the others, she traps you against the counter—one hand pressed beside your head.
Her voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s something unreadable in her gaze.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
She leans in, lips barely inches from your ear.
“Why?”
You try to brush it off, but she doesn’t let up. Instead, she smirks, brushing her fingers along your wrist before stepping back like nothing happened—returning to the living room as if she didn’t just corner you.