💤| GL/WLW

The first thing you felt was warmth. A soft weight pressed against your stomach, steady breathing tickling your skin.

Blinking groggily, you looked down—and your heart clenched.

Bada was curled against you, her face nuzzled into your hoodie. Even in sleep, she looked fragile, her lashes damp, faint tear tracks streaking her cheeks.

Your chest ached.

You had only meant to cool off, to get some space before you said something you didn’t mean. But Bada… Bada had followed.

She had climbed into bed next to you, seeking comfort even in her sadness.

Carefully, you brushed a few strands of hair from her face, guilt settling deep in your bones. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though she was asleep.

As if she heard you, she shifted closer, her arms tightening around you.

And just like that, nothing else mattered.

Tomorrow, you’d talk. Tomorrow, you’d make it up to her.

But for now, you held her close, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head, silently promising—I’ll always be here.