Stars Entwined | Bada Lee AU

six

*.·:·.✧ Bada ✧.·:·.*

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through my curtains, my alarm clock's insistent buzz jolted me awake. I reached over and silenced it, stretching languidly as I emerged from the hazy embrace of sleep. My thoughts drifted back to the previous night's festivities, a whirlwind of laughter, music, and shared joy.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled my playful banter with Jennie, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and her laughter echoed through the room like a melody. With newfound excitement, I remembered her parting gift – the signed album, a tangible reminder of our collaboration and the bond we had forged.

Eager to explore its contents, I rummaged through my bag and retrieved the album. Its sleek pink cover, adorned with the bold black lettering of "BORN PINK," felt cool against my fingertips. I carefully opened the case, revealing the album's stunning visuals, a celebration of Blackpink's vibrant energy and undeniable charisma.

My heart fluttered with excitement as I carefully opened the album, revealing a treasure trove of stunning visuals and captivating melodies. Each page was a testament to Blackpink's undeniable talent and charisma, and I couldn't help but admire their artistry.

My heart swelled with warmth as I reached the final page of the photobook, my eyes widening in surprise at the sight of a handwritten note. With trembling hands, I unfolded the delicate paper, my eyes scanning the words penned in Jennie's elegant handwriting.

"Bada," her words began, each letter carefully formed, "I know that I've already expressed my gratitude multiple times, and you might be sick of it already," she continued, her playful tone echoing in my mind.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her self-deprecating remark, shaking my head in amusement.

"But I truly am thankful for everything you've done for me and Blackpink," she continued, her words filled with sincerity. "The time I spent with you was one of the few times where I could truly be myself, carefree and unburdened by the pressures of the industry."

Her words resonated with me, reminding me of the moments we had shared, the laughter that had filled our practice sessions, and the unspoken bond that had grown between us.

"I'll miss our random talks and night outs," she confessed, her words tinged with a hint of sadness. "And though I'll be busy with promotions, I hope we won't drift apart."

Her words struck a chord within me, echoing my own fears of losing touch amidst our hectic schedules. Yet, her hopeful tone instilled a sense of reassurance, a promise that our connection would endure.

As I sat absorbed in my thoughts about Jennie's note, my phone's persistent buzzing interrupted my reverie. With a sigh, I reached for my phone, expecting to see a mundane notification. However, the sight that greeted me sent a jolt of excitement through my veins.

"OMG, Bada! Check out this TikTok!" Lusher's message exclaimed, followed by a string of emojis that hinted at some juicy gossip. Curiosity piqued, I clicked on the link, and my heart skipped a beat as I was transported to a music bank interview featuring Jennie.

The host, impressed by Jennie's recent dance performance, showered her with compliments, and Jennie, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush, mentioned my name.

"I want to thank Bada," she said, her voice laced with admiration, "for teaching me a few new dance techniques that I incorporated into my performance."

My heart leaped as I watched Jennie's face light up, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. The video played on repeat, and I found myself lost in the captivating rhythm of her movements, her infectious smile, and the genuine warmth that radiated from her being.