𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 /𝐒𝐖𝐅𝟐/ 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞.

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

"Yay, another break," Unique groaned, flopping onto the plush couch in the Pink room. "Another break finally." Emma said lying down.

"I'm going to go shopping again." Emma said, and Unique looked at her. "I want to go. I need to buy some new clothes." Unqiue said and Emma smiled.

"You just love buying a whole brand of new clothes." Emma said, and Unique rolled her eyes.

Then the door to the jam republic room swung open, revealing Bada, her eyes searching the room. The moment she spotted Unique, she marched over, her expression unreadable. The room's vibrant colours seemed to dim under the weight of her gaze.

Unique sat up, a mix of curiosity and apprehension fluttering in her stomach. "Hey, Bada," she greeted tentatively. "What's up?"

Bada took a deep breath, her hand resting on the back of the chair opposite Unique. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.

Unique's eyes widened slightly; her curiosity piqued. "Okay," she responded.

They walked side by side into the hallway, the sound of their shoes echoing down the corridor. The walls were lined with framed photos of past contestants, their faces a testament to the countless battles of talent and friendship that had unfolded within the show's hallowed halls. Bada's gaze remained fixed ahead, her steps deliberate.

"So, what's did you need?" Unique prompted, breaking the silence.

Bada paused, looking around to ensure no one was within earshot. "It's about the break," she began, her hand toying with the hem of her shirt. "I know we're all supposed to rest and stay out of trouble, but I had an idea."

Unique leaned in, intrigued. "What kind of idea?"

Bada looked at her, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes. "I want to organise a surprise dance video," she whispered. "Just for us to post."

Unique's eyes lit up. "That's genius!" she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. "What's the catch?"

Bada chuckled, her nerves dissipating at Unique's enthusiasm. "No catch," she assured. "Just wanted to do something fun, you know? A little excitement for the fans."

Unique nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "I'm in," she said, reaching for her phone. "But we'll need to keep it a secret. No leaks."

Bada nodded solemnly. "Agreed. Now, I need your phone number," she said, pulling out her own device. "We can start planning this over text."

Unique rattled off her number, watching as Bada's thumbs danced across the screen. "Got it," Bada confirmed, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "We should keep this between us for now."

"Definitely," Unique agreed, a conspiratorial smile playing on her lips. "It'll be our little secret project."

The following days passed in a blur of dance practice and eager text messages, with both Bada and Unique sharing their ideas for the video. They talked about the song, the outfits, the choreography—every little detail that could make or break their performance. And amidst all the planning, something surprising began to happen. They started to learn about each other's lives beyond the dance floor. Bada shared stories about her family and her love for dancing, while Unique opened up about her passion for cooking and her life.

The weekend finally arrived, and with it, the day they would meet to start filming. Bada was a bundle of nerves as she stepped into the studio, her heart thumping in her chest. She glanced around, her eyes searching for the familiar figure of Unique. And there she was, leaning against the wall, her phone in hand, a smile playing on her lips. That's when Bada realised—this was more than just a dance video. It was the start of something real. Something that could change both their lives in ways they never expected.

Unique looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw Bada. She waved. Bada came over, dropping her bag. Bada scanned Unique down, seeing how the black outfit hugged her curves, and she now realised how small Unique's waist was.

"Bada, you're zoning out." Unique said, and Bada quickly shook her head. "Sorry, I was thinking about something." Bada said and Unique nodded.

"Wanna get started?" Unique asked, Bada nodded, dropping her bag. "The song I want to do is*****." Unique tilt her head.

"I think they might faint, but okay." Unique said laughing. Bada smirked. "That's the point." Bada said, and Unique liked it.

So Bada began breaking down the dance to Unique, who was really shocked because for the dance part, she has to do it a lot, but she has done these kinds of dances with both girls and boys.

The mirrors on the walls reflected their every motion, the only sound being the rhythmic thump of her feet and the occasional exhalation of breathing.

They practice until they pass away, for hours upon hours.