🏀 | GL/WLW

The arena is buzzing with energy, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court and the roar of the crowd blending into a chaotic symphony. You glance up at the stands during a quick timeout, scanning the sea of faces for someone who shouldn’t even be here.

And then you see her.

Bada is sitting in the front row, sunglasses pushed up into her dark hair, her ever-present cool demeanor softened by the way her eyes light up when they meet yours. She gives you a subtle wave and a small smile that sends a surge of warmth through your chest.

You blink, half-convinced you’re imagining things, until your teammate nudges you. “Your girlfriend’s here? Thought she had a project in LA?”

“She… did,” you murmur, still stunned but grinning like an idiot.

The rest of the game is a blur. Every time you look at the stands, she’s there, cheering for you—not loudly, but in her own understated way that still makes you feel like the center of the universe.

After the game, you rush to the edge of the court where she’s waiting, her arms already open. Without thinking, you throw yourself into her embrace, ignoring the curious stares from your teammates and the cameras nearby.

“You’re insane,” you whisper against her shoulder, breathless and laughing.

“Maybe,” she replies, holding you tight. “But you’re worth it.”

Her voice is steady, but her eyes are soft as they take you in, as if she’s memorizing every detail of this moment. “Had to see you win in person,” she adds, her smirk betraying just how proud she is.

And in that moment, surrounded by noise and chaos, you realize that no trophy, no victory, could ever compare to having her here with you.