Jung Y/N was a huge fan of Bada Lee.

Even before Street Woman Fighter 2 existed, you were already following Bada. She had changed your life completely, finally making you realise that you were indeed bisexual. Apart from her otherworldly good looks you mainly liked her because of her dance and that was no surprise. Once enthralled by one of her dance covers, you fell down the rabbit hole into the fandom of Bada Lee.

When you saw Bada Lee printed on the tour list you thought your eyes were deceiving you. But, no matter how many times you blinked that name remained the same. Then you began telling yourself that you were delusional. Why would Bada Lee come to Jeju Island and pick your tour? You were pretty sure that she was currently working on a choreography project, even if this information was purely based on rumours.

However, when you stepped off the bus and saw who was waiting by the roadside you immediately recognised her. It really was Bada, who stood right in front of you as if she wasn't some celebrity. She towered over you as you introduced yourself and suddenly you felt incredibly small beneath her gaze.

You didn't know how you managed to get through the day without falling to your knees at the sheer beauty you were attacked with every time Bada looked at you. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach when she smiled at you and when she looked away, you had to quickly calm down.

By the time you made it home, the sun had already fallen beneath the horizon and the number 8:17 flashed on your watch. The door clicked as you unlocked it and you entered, calling out for her.

"Haneul!"

Footsteps padded across the floorboards as a little girl rounded the corner and ran straight into your arms. She giggled as you picked her up and twirled her around.

"How was your day?" You asked her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Good," Haneul mumbled, "I-I played friend."

"You played with your friends?" You responded as you made your way back into the living room with her in your arms.

She nodded and started to play with your hair. You found Aera sitting on the couch with the TV playing in the background as she was typing on her laptop.

"Everything alright?"

Aera hummed in response. You see, your little sister Aera had accidentally fallen pregnant with Haneul after a one-night stand a few years back. She had just graduated high school and was in no condition to be able to raise a child on her own and study at university. So you sacrificed your dream career to find another job that paid consistently and took her under your wing. It was difficult at first because Aera felt upset and guilty that she was surviving off you. After many tears were shed and a deep long talk, Aera gradually began to open up and began to let you help her.

You continued to support her throughout her pregnancy and was there to welcome Haneul into the world. The first few months were tough with an extra life in the house. Nonetheless, we still made it and now Aera was in her final year of Uni. She'd been saving up recently to be able to afford her own place and get out of your hair. Regardless of everything you didn't mind housing her and Haneul, as you felt happy to help them in whatever way you could.

As you tucked Haneul into bed, you sang her a lullaby just like you had done every day since she was born. You pressed a kiss to her forehead before returning to the living room and dropping yourself onto the couch.

"Doing an assignment?" You questioned, glancing at Aera's screen.

"Yeah. Technically I've got a few more days till the deadline but I wanna get it done as soon as possible."

You murmured something in response and picked up your phone. No new notifications. You sighed. Had you taken things too far with Bada? Did you read the signs wrong? The issue began to gnaw at your brain as you thought of every possible excuse as to why she hadn't texted you yet.

'She's probably busy.' You reassured yourself. 'Yes. She's probably preoccupied with other things. She'll text you eventually.'

That night you didn't sleep till 4.