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(𝟐) 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐞 ✔

Three months into your relationship, things are good between you and Bada.

You gasp, your hand gripping the armrest tightly as Bada kisses more deeply into you. The two of you are inside your car, just like the first time you confessed your feelings for each other.

Bada's not a huge fan of these car liaisons, but she understands the need for secrecy.

You pull away, fingers still tangled in Bada's hair. Bada lets you go reluctantly, but not before sneaking in a final long, lustful kiss.

"Dating you is the best thing that's every happened to me," you pant, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

"I thought idols weren't supposed to date," Bada says teasingly as she ties her hair into a messy bun.

You give Bada a peck on the cheeks. "Ready to go?" you ask.

Bada nods and pulls on a cap over her bun, then puts on a mask. She opens the car door and walks out, and you follow her. Bada takes your hand into hers and walks you the short steps to the foot of your apartment building.

"See you tomorrow, babe," Bada says, her smile concealed beneath the black mask.

"See you tomorrow," you whisper back, and head into your apartment.

In hindsight, you probably should have seen this coming. Yet you are caught by surprise when you're bombarded with thousands of calls and frantic messages the next day.

You try not to panic as you open the group chat. Your members are concerned for you. You open the chat with your manager, and find out what's going on. There are dozens of articles and videos. The first one reads: 'TOP K-POP GIRL GROUP IDOL SPOTTED WITH HER BOYFRIEND??!'

The next two weeks are a blur as you try your best at damage control. There's simply no time for anything else, or anyone, for that matter, including Bada.

After fifty three missed calls and three hundred messages, you receive a text from Bada saying: Let's break up.

Too exhausted and not ready to deal with the emotions that come crashing at you, you leave her on read.

When things are settled, you try to meet her again, but no luck. She's always busy with one idol group or another, teaching dance classes, performing at festivals.

Months fly by and it's time for another comeback. You get on stage after stage, and finally it's time for the last performance.

It's not until the final few seconds of the song that you notice a tall figure among the crowds.

Funny, you didn't think you'd see her here.

Bada catches you staring at her, your eyes locking for a moment. Then she leaves.

That's the last time you ever see her...

Or so you think, until you get into your car and find Bada inside.

"I think we both weren't ready back then," Bada says, "But now I am."

Bada looks at you, wordlessly asking if you feel the same.

Instead of speaking, you reach up and caress her cheek in answer.

Bada brushes away a strand of your hair. Her touch, after so long, makes you shiver in pleasure at the contact.

Bada closes the distance between you two, then softly places her lips on yours. The two of you kiss.

In the past you used to share passionate kisses burning with desire, but this time it's filled with longing and yearning so deep it almost feels as if she's truly kissing you for the first time.

Bada's hands travel to your waist and grip you tightly, as if promising she's never letting go this time.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper into her, your breath mixing with hers as she kisses you with renewed fervour.

Bada brushes off the single tear making its way down your cheek. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, unadorned box.

"I'm ready to take the next step with you," she says as she pulls out a ring.

You gasp with joy. Bada takes your hand in hers and fits the ring onto your finger. As she does so, you notice that she's already wearing a matching one.

"I promise I'll love you forever," Bada whispers, and before you can answer, pulls you in for another kiss. 

This kiss is as passionate as the ones that came before, but this time it's not rushed. Because the two of you know that you'll have the rest of your lives to enjoy each other's presence, not just hurried liaisons in cars.

You feel Bada's hands under your shirt. Bada is asking for permission; the two of you have never gone this far.

You nod, and that's all Bada needs. The following five hours are the best time of your life.

You're draped on the backseat of the car, exhausted but overjoyed. Bada looks at you, her gaze filled with loving.

She kisses you for a final time before she collapses on top of you, giggling.

You can't wait to begin a new life with Bada, and to enjoy this wonderful moment for the years to come.