Bada Lee
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βDid you see this one?β Bada asks, sliding her phone across the table. You glance at the screen, already bracing yourself.
Itβs another fan edit. A slow-motion clip of you and Bada laughing during a behind-the-scenes interview, overlaid with a dramatic love song.
ββSoulmates in every lifetime,β huh?β you mutter, reading the caption aloud. βTheyβre really committed to this narrative.β
Bada leans back in her chair, smirking. βThey should be writers. Some of these theories are better than actual K-dramas.β
βBetter than the fanfic where we secretly eloped to Jeju Island?β you tease, earning a laugh from her. But the humor fades quickly as the reality sets in.
βItβs getting harder to keep my relationship private,β Bada says quietly, fiddling with her ringβone her fans still havenβt noticed. βEvery time weβre seen together, itβs like fuel to the fire.β
You nod, understanding completely. Your own partner has started to avoid public outings with you, worried theyβll be mistaken for a manager or a random staff member instead of your actual girlfriend.
βWe could address it,β you suggest hesitantly, though you know the idea is risky. βBut thenβ¦ people might dig even deeper.β
Bada sighs, resting her chin in her hand. βOr we could just ride it out and let them be delusional.β