🌧 | GL/WLW

The rain is relentless, pounding against the pavement as you and Bada stand in the middle of the quiet street. Your argument had started back at the studio, sharp words thrown between you like daggers, but somehow, it had spilled out here, under the stormy sky.

“Why do you always do this?” she asks, her voice raised, though it cracks at the edges. Her usually calm demeanor is gone, replaced by frustration and something deeper—something raw.

“Because I care!” you yell back, your breath hitching as the words escape. “And you act like it doesn’t matter.”

She freezes, her soaked hair clinging to her face as she stares at you. The rain drenches both of you, cold and unrelenting, but the heat between you is undeniable.

Without warning, Bada steps closer, her eyes locked on yours. “It matters,” she murmurs, barely audible over the downpour. “You matter.”

And then she’s kissing you—soft but urgent, her hands cradling your face as if she’s afraid you might disappear. The rain becomes background noise, the world melting away until it’s just her, her lips, and the way your heart feels like it might burst.

When she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, and her voice is a whisper. “I’m sorry,” she breathes, “for everything. But I’m not sorry for this.”