Bada Lee One shots

Whispers of Misunderstanding

Thank you @Rhickah19 for requesting and I hope you like it

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enveloping the trio—Bada, Lusher, and Tatter—in their favourite corner of the bustling cafe.

Bada sipped her coffee, her gaze drawn to the rising steam from the cup. "I don't know why, but I'm flipping pissed off," she mumbled, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Lusher leaned nearer, her interest piqued. "What's got you worked up?"

Bada groaned, a look of frustration and doubt on her face. "It's Y/N. She's been talking a lot about this person she's seeing, and it's driving me up the walls," she confessed, her words trailing off with a hint of realisation.

Tatter grinned mischievously and lightly nudged Bada. "Aww, someone's feeling a little jealous."

Bada's cheeks reddened and her eyes widened in humiliation. "No way! "It's not like that," she answered, trying to conceal her bare honesty.

Lusher laughed, giving Bada a knowing glance. "Bada, come on. "Admit it, you want her to talk about you that way," she gently taunted.

The weight of unspoken feelings hung in the air during a brief moment of silent.  Bada's gaze moved to the window, her thoughts lost in the flickering city lights in the evening sky.

Bada's feelings for you were more intense than she let on. Her emotions had gradually flowered into something she dared not accept, a silent need for more than just friendship, from the days of childhood innocence to the complicated tapestry of adolescent.

You were the one who, with a simple smile could lighten her darkest days, the one whose laughter rang through the chambers of her heart. But the fear of crossing the fine line between friendship and something more trapped her feelings, burying them beneath layers of pleasant banter and discreet glances.

Days turned into nights, and Bada's relationship remained firm. The more you talked about your new date, the more she felt an uneasy sense of jealousy.

You found yourself absorbed in conversation with Bada on a quiet evening, among the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe. Her face was expressionless as she touched the rim of her coffee cup, lost in contemplation.

You paused, carefully considering your words. "Hey, can I talk to you about something?" you asked tentatively, your voice trembling.

Bada raised her head, a mixture of interest and dread in her gaze. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"It's about this person I've been seeing," you began, scanning her face for a reaction.

Bada's demeanour shifted somewhat, a veil of fear over her features. "Go on," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension.

"I'm going on another date with them," you stated, the weight of the admission weighing on your shoulders.

Bada's demeanour shifted, a hint of unease visible in her expression. "Oh, I see," she said, keeping her tone calm.

The weight of your remarks remained a silent barrier between friendship and the undiscovered terrain of unspoken emotions between you.