Bada Lee

    Bada Lee

    πŸŒ€ | 𝐰𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐒𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐀𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚π₯𝐒𝐭𝐲

    Bada Lee
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    πŸŒ€ | GL/WLW

    β€œDid you see this one?” Bada asks, sliding her phone across the table. You glance at the screen, already bracing yourself.

    It’s another fan edit. A slow-motion clip of you and Bada laughing during a behind-the-scenes interview, overlaid with a dramatic love song.

    β€œβ€˜Soulmates in every lifetime,’ huh?” you mutter, reading the caption aloud. β€œThey’re really committed to this narrative.”

    Bada leans back in her chair, smirking. β€œThey should be writers. Some of these theories are better than actual K-dramas.”

    β€œBetter than the fanfic where we secretly eloped to Jeju Island?” you tease, earning a laugh from her. But the humor fades quickly as the reality sets in.

    β€œIt’s getting harder to keep my relationship private,” Bada says quietly, fiddling with her ringβ€”one her fans still haven’t noticed. β€œEvery time we’re seen together, it’s like fuel to the fire.”

    You nod, understanding completely. Your own partner has started to avoid public outings with you, worried they’ll be mistaken for a manager or a random staff member instead of your actual girlfriend.

    β€œWe could address it,” you suggest hesitantly, though you know the idea is risky. β€œBut then… people might dig even deeper.”

    Bada sighs, resting her chin in her hand. β€œOr we could just ride it out and let them be delusional.”