Days passed and Bada realised she'd been spending so much time with you. You'd always come and visit her while you were waiting for Haneul. Surprisingly, she had come up with more of the choreography and was feeling somewhat satisfied.

This time when the door opened behind her, Bada didn't look back, already knowing who it was. From behind, you watched her graceful movements, completely mesmerised by Bada. Every twist of her body, every extension of her limbs held a mesmerizing allure. You couldn't look away.

Every movement seemed deliberate, yet there was an underlying frustration in her expression. It was clear that she was grappling with something, perhaps the pressure of the looming deadline or a lack of inspiration.

You hesitated, unsure if you should interrupt, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her. After all, you had started to care about Bada more than you had anticipated. Summoning your courage, you gently knocked on the doorframe.

Bada paused mid-movement, turning towards you, her expression softening when she realized it was you. "Oh, Y/N," she said, slightly out of breath. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," you replied, stepping into the room. "I was just passing by and saw you. Are you okay?"

Bada offered a small, tired smile. "Yeah, just... struggling a bit with this choreography. It's not coming together the way I want it to."

You moved closer, feeling the weight of her words. "Sometimes, taking a step back can help. Maybe you're pushing yourself too hard?"

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Maybe you're right. But I don't have much time left. I need this choreography to be perfect."

You nodded, understanding her dedication. "I know how important this is for you, but don't forget to take care of yourself too. You can't create your best work when you're running on empty."

Bada looked at you, her gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary. "You always seem to know what to say."

You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I might not be a choreographer, but I know a thing or two about stress. How about a quick break? We could grab a coffee or something. It might help clear your mind."

For a moment, Bada looked like she was going to refuse, but then she relented. "You know what? That actually sounds nice. Let me just grab my stuff."

As the two of you left the studio, Bada found herself relaxing a bit, the tension easing from her shoulders. The coffee shop nearby was quiet, the perfect place for a brief respite from the demands of work. Sitting across from you, Bada allowed herself to unwind, the warm drink in her hands offering a comfort she hadn't realized she needed.

Conversation between the two of you flowed naturally, as it always did. You spoke about everything and nothing, letting the light-hearted banter ease the weight of the world from her shoulders. For the first time in days, Bada felt a glimmer of the inspiration that had eluded her. And she knew it was because of you.

After the coffee, as you both walked back to the studio, Bada stopped, turning to face you. "Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to ask."

You tilted your head slightly, curious. "What is it?"

Bada hesitated, her eyes searching yours. "Haneul... is she your daughter?"

The question hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications. You blinked, surprised, then let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "No, she's not my daughter. She's my niece. My sister Aera had her when she was young, and I've been helping to raise her."

Relief washed over Bada's face, and she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Oh, I see. I was... I was worried that you might be... unavailable."

You smiled warmly, reaching out to lightly touch her arm. "No need to worry about that. I'm very much available, Bada."

The two of you stood there for a moment, a new understanding passing between you. It was as if the last piece of a puzzle had fallen into place, and everything made sense. Bada felt a surge of warmth in her chest, realizing that her feelings for you ran deeper than she had admitted to herself.