🍜 | GL/WLW

No one expected a simple dinner to shake the internet.

It was just one of those rare nights where BEBE finally had the time to sit down together—no rehearsals, no cameras, no pressure. Just good food, inside jokes, and laughter that echoed through the small restaurant tucked away in the backstreets of Seoul. Minah had been the one to suggest the dinner, claiming the team was “seriously in need of a recharge,” and everyone agreed without hesitation.

You weren’t a part of BEBE. Not officially.

But you had grown close with them over the months—your projects often aligning, your name slowly woven into the edges of their world. Most notably, with Bada.

People noticed how often you ended up in the same spaces. How your schedules seemed to intersect like clockwork. How your shoes were spotted beside hers in a behind-the-scenes story. But those were just whispers. Blurry evidence. Easily brushed off.

Until Minah posted the selfie.

A casual group shot. Eight of them crowded at one long wooden table, plates still half-full, some chopsticks mid-air. The caption was lighthearted: “Recharge complete 💙 #bebefamily”

But it was the details that lit the fuse.

There you were—sitting right beside Bada, shoulder to shoulder, not even leaning away like some try to do when keeping things “subtle.” Your hand resting just behind her seat, so naturally it didn’t look staged. Bada mid-laugh, head tilted slightly your way. You? Soft smile, gaze not even on the camera, but on her.

Comments flooded in within minutes:

— “WAIT IS THAT—??” — “You guys see who’s sitting beside Bada right 😭” — “The way they’re sitting so close… 👀” — “I’m not saying they’re dating but… I’m saying they’re dating.” — “WHY DOES THIS LOOK COUPLE-CODED??” — “Even Minah knows what she’s doing posting this 😭” — “THE SIGNS WERE THERE.”

Some tried to reason it out. “They’re friends,” “It’s just one dinner,” “Calm down.” But others knew better. Fans always knew.

Especially when, hours later, you reposted the picture on your story—with a subtle blue heart and the caption: “Found my people.”

And just under it, Bada reposted your repost.

No words. Just a white heart and a sparkle emoji.

Neither of your companies said a thing. Neither denied, nor confirmed. But the silence? That said everything.

Suddenly, everyone was rewatching old clips. Reanalyzing that shared glance during that one rehearsal video. Noticing the matching keychains clipped to your bags. Digging up every dance challenge you two did together—slowed down, frame by frame.