strawberry fields | bada lee

018 | will you remember my existence?

On that day, you and Bada chose to stay indoors for the evening, your hotel room serving as a perfect setting. You talked about different topics, ate a meal, and cozied up to watch a horror movie, and you were proud to say that Bada was more scared than you. The time flew by, as always- every minute you spent by her side was a happy moment, you loved hearing her laugh and talk.

"Princess, I'm going to head back to my room." Bada said, and you immediately turned your gaze toward her.

"Why?" You playfully whined, even though secretly, you hoped she might stay a little longer.

"So you can get ready." Bada said as she rose from the bed.

"Get ready for what?" You asked curiously.

"I have a date planned." She revealed. "Wear one of those pretty outfits of yours." Bada said while winking.

Your cheeks felt warm, and you closed your eyes, feeling shy. "Okay! How much time do I have?"

"Just let me know when you're all set, angel." She replied, leaning down to plant a kiss atop your head.

Bada gently lifted your chin, applying the smallest pressure to your skin while tilting your face upwards, her eyes locking with yours.

"You're so beautiful." You could not help but express.

"Thank you, but you're the prettiest." She humbly responded. "May I?"

Your heart raced as she asked for your consent, even though she knew it was already granted- she was so attentive. With a nod, you eagerly let her. Bada pressed a gentle, quick kiss to your lips.

"Text me when you're ready." She said, walking towards the door.

As soon as Bada closed the door behind her, you began getting ready. First, you took a shower, then your skincare, but now, the time has come to select the perfect outfit. Your eyes were drawn to the pink skirt that Bada had bought you- combining it with a white cropped shirt, a pink cardigan, long white socks, and your favorite sneakers. As you gazed at your reflection in the mirror, a surge of happiness washed over you. The pink skirt, in particular, flattered your figure, and you could not help but smile.

While you were carefully applying your makeup, you could not resist the urge to text Bada, as you wanted to let her know you were still getting ready.

y/n: bada lee!
y/n: almost ready

After sending the messages, you set your phone aside and returned to your makeup routine, your hands quivering slightly. The nervousness of the date had your mind racing- what could Bada have planned for you? Suddenly, the familiar ding of your phone let you know that she had replied.

bada: okayy
bada: what are you wearing?

y/n: not telling you, it has to be a surprise

bada: i see, i'll wait then
bada: i am wearing this, hope you like it...

With Bada's message, a photo of her was attached- her in electric blue pants, a black crop top, and a leather jacket. The way she posed in the photo sent shivers down your spine, igniting a desire within you- it made you yearn to kiss her, to feel the touch of her skin against yours, her lips pressed to yours as she held you- just as your thoughts began to drift into a daydream, another message from Bada snapped you back to reality.

bada: did i leave you choking on your spit or what?

y/n: shut up badaaa
y/n: you are so...

bada: say it haha

y/n: attractive
y/n: bada, i like you a lot

bada: i can't wait to see you, princess...
bada: I'll let you finish up
bada: i like you too