#chocol swf2

[yveslogy]

masterlist

genres:

fluff (🧸) angst (🩹) smut (🫦)

CHOCOL:

WON JI-AN:

Chasing Shadows (🧸+ 🩹)

Vanilla & Danger (🫦)

Finding Light (🧸)

All along, baby (🩹+🧸)

Making It Up to You ( mild 🩹+ 🧸)

Ghost of You (🩹)

Driven by Love (🫦)

[bunnyabricot]

Jealousy

Character moodboard

✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader

✧ warning(s) : quite heated making out, reader being jealous, suggestive dancing, age gap, pet name (doll, love)

✧ summary : You got invited in the show street woman fighter 2 since you are a dancer in the selected crew, Wolflo. You didn’t expect to have so many emotions during your journey, some pleasing other not, along with some truths being revealed.

✧ words : 5.1k

✧ a/n : Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes English isn’t my first language</3

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Today was the big day. You and your team, Wolflo, were fortunate enough to be selected to participate in a dance competition tv show broadcasted internationally, and today was the first day of the recording.

No need to say you were basically screaming hysterically when your crew leader, Halo, revealed the fantastic news to everyone. You felt like all this hard work and passion was finally paying off and you swore you had tears building up in your eyes when she told the team that you were invited to the show. Your heart swelled from pride and excitement.

Currently, you are apprehensively making your way in the intimidating silver building mentally supported by your crew at your sides. The tall structure stood proud along the others opponents as it was displaying a big “Mnet” sign at the very top of it, the name of the production company.

You are surprisingly nervous, your breath being caught in your throat as your heart is palpitating too fast for your own good. You don’t even recognise yourself, you are normally self assured and cold minded during important events. Apparently doing a dance tv show was your limit. How could you not ? You will meet several dance legends and be watched by millions of people worldwide, you have the right to be scared, honestly you think everyone is.

You let Halo asks the directions at the front desk as you carefully analyse the plain but chic interior while crossing your arms and bouncing your leg up and down. Haechi seems to notice your nervous state, she smiles tenderly, amused by your nervous behaviour and passes an arm around your shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous Y/n.” She whispers softly to you with a soft smile displaying on her kind face. Haechi is like a big sister to you, she has seen you through tears and laughters and she was and still is always by your side. You firmly intend to keep it that way forever.

Sadly, it was loud enough for Chocol to catch it. “Aw is Y/n scared of cameras ? Don’t worry just be pretty as you always are doll.” She coos sarcastically while leaning towards you. “As if.” You sheepishly smile despite you and roll your eyes, quickly uncrossing your arms.

Chocol was also one of your dearest friend. She loved to tease you unconditionally, which earned you some blushes and brain freeze moments. You could not lie this woman is charming and gorgeous and you swear that one day she will be the death of you one way or another.

You silently follow your team as you head towards your crew’s dressing room with Haechi’s arm still around you protectively while everyone is laughing warmly and chattering about what could be coming.

Halo opens the door of your lodge and you hear your friends gasp in awe at the sight of the place. Since you are behind your friend group and can’t see, you quickly shove the elders away, as you like to call them affectionately, to take a glimpse of the room. Your face lights up in happiness at the view of the personalised room. “It’s so cool !” Haechi exclaims detaching herself from you to explore the cosy place further.

Chocol almost immediately replaces Haechi’s previous position. She carefully leans her head into yours and her arm tightly envelopes your frame. “I like it.” She comments, her captivating brown eyes observing the overly paprika space in deep thoughts. “Me too..” You almost inaudibly utter, however your eyes were not focused on the area, but rather on the attractive woman by your side. The way she is touching your waist with her cold slender fingers, how her shampoo fills your nostrils with this delicate floral scent only her could own.

You were disturbed by her, and it was not new to anyone. You were aware of your relatively new feelings for her since a few months now. You told Haechi and she thought you were pulling a prank on her at first. That’s how bad it is..

The thing is, there is quite an age gap between you two, with you being Wolflo’s maknae and her being in her 30’s. Also the fact that she was acting like a big sister to you, or rather from her point of view. What could seems harmless to her like teasing only you specifically, caring for you and complimenting you, from your perception, made you fall even harder for her.

You know she does not take you seriously, you even doubt the fact that she sees you as a woman at all in fact, but a part of you hope that one day she’ll realise how mature and beautiful you truly are.

Time passes and the screen in the orange dressing room suddenly lights up indicating that it’s finally your turn to go in the “fight zone” as the production called it. A few days ago, you had to react to the participants and tell your opinion on each crew and its members. Today was the day you will all face each other and know how the other dancers see you.

You can’t lie you were kind of anxious at what people could say about you. Compared to your crew you had a different.. Vibe. You love to dance to kpop and sexy choreographies whereas the others despise it. Except Mini, who will gladly do a tiktok with you for a kpop challenge, you love her for that !

At first, you opted for ballet, which you didn’t really like but your mom absolutely wanted you to dance. Your remains of ballet made you the “acrobat” of the crew, every time there is a move that require agility your job is to do it, which you gladly execute, split, bending, arching, and so on, you love techniques.

No matter what, you definitely look apart from them as if you were a puppy that Halo picked up from the side of the road. You definitely have some flow otherwise you wouldn’t be in Wolflo, but you surely don’t look like you do. With your tight clothes and pastel colours you look rather different.

You stand up from the couch, take a long deep breath and make your way to the fight zone with your team following your leader.

Your eyes shot open as you observe your surroundings, the place was gigantic. You take a look at your right only to see a pit downstairs with rows and a few heads trying their best to take a peek at your upcoming team. You huff out some air to regain your composure and try your best to act nonchalant about it.

As your crew is going downstairs coldly with a heavy aura, you could hear whispers and remarks flying through the arena. “Huh ? Cherry is so pretty !” You manage to hear as you pass by the teal coloured team, Bebe. You glance quickly at the author of this comment, a girl with blonde hair and from her name badge, a piece of paper hanging on her top, the girl’s name is Tatter.

Cherry was your artist name. You chose it because you tough cherries were elegant and dark but beautiful and cute at the same time, they were truly as polyvalent as you.

“She looks like a princess with her knights or an idol with her bodyguards.” Capri from the group Ladybounce notices to her friends amused by the contrast between you and the other members.

You don’t even have the time to go to your assigned seats when a video suddenly appears on the big screen at the top of the room taking you all by surprise. The crew evaluation video.

You turn your heels, fully facing the screen. The video starts and you see two girls from the purple crew, Ladybounce. The one with a long blonde bob and gorgeous lips painted a dark colour reacts excitedly with her ginger friend when she hears about Baby Sleek’s appearance in the show. The eldest woman giggles at the cute groupie-like reaction from the two.

It’s true that Baby Sleek is a legend in the dance community, her battles are iconic and smooth and she flows like water on the dance floor.

“This group is terrifying !” A girl with a hime cut puts her hand on her mouth as she looks at the revealed crew in astonishment. “I would never ever dare messing with them.” Another girl from the same crew with an insane face card states uneasy. The groups all react in heartfelt laughters at the poor terrified girls as they both blush in embarrassment.

“This team is all aces..” Someone with pink hair from the leafy green group DeepNDap praises. Your crew feel their hearts swelling up in pride, deeply touched. “But.. Isn’t Cherry out of place ?” The girl finishes her deadly sentence turning to her teammates snorting.

Your former laughter allows your mouth to freeze open in an baffled grin. You expected this to be honest but it still hurts especially with the mocking laugh of the girl who just sounds like those rude popular girls in American series.

Mini defends you “She is in the right place don’t worry !” She shouts from the centre of the room to DeepNDap, offended for you and feeling protective over the youngest member. Chocol also glares at the bubblegum haired girl menacingly, she didn’t like when other people annoyed you, only her could, especially if they just do it to be mean.

“To be honest I think they are over-dated.” The leader from the previous group adds. “Yeah, their dance style is too old.” A girl with bangs and long black hair agrees with her.

Halo scoffs “They don’t even know the difference between old and classic..”. You turn to her and smile in a reassuring way. It’s true that to the unknowing eyes your dance style could be seen as boring or repetitive, but in reality, it is smooth and impressive, truly an unbeatable dance style. People often take it back once they see the fierce battler of your team, Baby sleek floating on the dance floor with wavy but precise movements, killing her opponents with an impeccable flow.

“I can’t help but feel as if Cherry isn’t experienced enough for this team, she doesn’t have their flow when she dances.” A girl with blonde hair from the sunny yellow crew Manequeen declares with mixed feelings.

You nod firmly in acknowledgment forcing the corner of your mouth downwards as you shut your lips tightly. You knew this wouldn’t be easy yet you still suffer from it.

The screen turns off, you don’t wait a second to unconsciously bolt to your seat. The harsh critics of the other participants apparently affected you more than you thought as your crew watch you go, or more like escape, hurriedly. Honestly, you couldn’t bear the thought of being the centre of attention in the middle of the room in such a vulnerable state, which explains your sudden leave.

You crew soon arrives next to you and you all stay oddly still, everyone a bit shocked at the severe commentaries. All of you are strong women, a few mean comments surely couldn’t bring your mood down this much. You all expected it but despite it, it seems that it significantly affected you more than you thought it would as a deep silence lives in the tense atmosphere.

After yours, only one group remained in the hall, the renowned Jam Republic. The group wasn’t an exception to the rule despite their popularity and the anticipation dancers have from them as they faced vivid criticism and one of their dancer even got the most no-respect votes of all participants.

After their evaluation video, the presenter joins you with his note cards. You take a deep breath as the apprehension settles in. “Hello and welcome to Mnet’s official dance serie, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your host King Daniel.” The man starts almost solemnly and the crowd cheers, excited by the upcoming trial.

“We will immediately start with the no respect battle. The first dancer is.. 1Million Redy !” He exclaims energetically.

A girl with a beanie and a hime cut, the same one that you saw in the video, approaches the dance area confidently.

She teases her opponent, choosing to face the leader of Bebe, Bada, a tall girl shining with such confidence and charisma that it is scary. You wonder if she has a death wish.

As the dance battle begins, your group’s spirit brightens up, you take part in the animated tone of the room, cheering in awe at every technique or impressive move that the dancer does.

The host counts down and the music changes, indicating Bada’s turn. You can’t help but stop breathing at every move from the woman, her skills are literally breathtaking and she makes the song fits her so well with powerful motions and merciless teasing hips thrusts.

The battle settles with a win for team Bebe with 3 votes for the cool leader, bringing her head downward and nodding in acknowledgement modestly despite her fervent battle.

“Well that was one hell of a start !” Yeni, your friend, exclaims with an astonished expression on her face, brows raised and mouth wide open. She is right, if this is just the start you can’t wait but expect a high level for the next battles.

“You’re so right, it’s gonna be a fun season ! Bada is so cool.” You agree with your teammate with your eyes shaping like crescent as you smile excitedly. “I’m better.” Chocol says indifferent, her gaze not leaving the dance-floor. You slightly hit her with your elbow, harbouring a knowing smirk on your face, rather amused by your friend competitive side. Chocol can’t help but feel reassured seeing you smile, she was grateful that the video didn’t affect you too much.

Battles passed, your throat was dry from all the screaming, especially draining it when it was your teammates’ turn, Mini, Yeni and Haechi. Mini won madly against team Tsubakill’s leader and your other friends also did. You were ecstatic as your constate the win streak on your team board.

“The next dancer is Manequeen Buckey.” The presenter announces. A girl with blond hair moves forwards confidently and takes the mic from the previous man.

“My no respect dancer is..” She walks even further, progressing to your row side. “Wolflo Cherry.” She looks directly at your with fierce eyes, you could tell that she thinks she is assured to beat you. No matter what, you giggle, positively apprehensive at your first battle.

You team pats you on the back as your walk down the few steps. “Buckey why did you choose Cherry as your no respect dancer ?” The host asks. “I can tell that her level isn’t high enough, I’m not impressed.” She retorts almost immediately. You hear a few gasps and snorts from the simple but rough feedback.

You nod at the attack “I wish you good luck because as I can see from your current team board, you will need it.” You simply states before walking back, positioning yourself. Buckey quickly looks back at her board, full of lose labels, feeling quite ashamed at the unfortunately true fact that you called out. Chocol smirks proud of your reply and your team, along with her the audience all gasp at the boldness coming from the youngest member.

After a turn of spin the bottle, Buckey is finally decided to be the first one to start. A powerful song starts and you watch her do messy but strong movements, noticing that her specialty is probably krumping which is a genre of hiphop. Great, at least you will beat her at her own game. With your knowledge of hiphop, you could tell that she is lacking some energy for this dance style.

The song fades and another starts ‘Tomboy’ by Destiny Rogers. You smirk, this is the perfect song for you, it will totally illustrate the contrast between your hiphop moves and ballet techniques.

(Inspiration dance to help you visualise, if you can’t watch it, video is at the end of the post!!)

You begin the dance by walking up slowly, eyes fixated to your opponent which only intensifies the deep tone of your dance. You do ballet spins (instead of shaking your hair if you’ve seen the video) and cut them abruptly by precise movements flowing onto the melody of the music.

You audaciously mix classic hiphop and ballet, the what others could think opposite actually in harmony with the airy movements of classic hiphop in synergy with the lightweight ballet ones.

Your team cheers at you almost madly, eyes blown open at every seductive move that you manage to squeeze in.

Chocol’s jaw hangs low, blown away by your boldness, sure she knew that you were an extremely talented dancer and that your combination of style were your strength but she never saw you like this. Wild hair from your spins and twirls, fierce eyes wanting nothing but the win, strong gaze filled with determination, a thin layer of sweat from your passionate dancing and clothes ruffled from all the shuffling. It is as if she sees you in a new light.

She almost scolds her eyes for not being able to detach from you. She gulps as she watches you blowing a final kiss to Buckey, almost wishing that you blowed it to her instead. She takes a deep breath in trying to regain her composure, surely what happened was because of the heat of the moment, nothing more.

You stand in the middle of the room, next to Buckey, you were confident in winning and sincerely hoped that you did as you put your all into this battle.

“Judges, open your cards.” You bite your lips in anticipation of the results, what you didn’t see was a certain orange haired hiphop dancer side eyeing your act in agitation.

The 3 judges all reveal an orange card with your team name on it, indicating that you won 3-0. You grin brightly, proud that you didn’t disadvantage your team with a loss and broke the streak. Moreover, you showed everyone that you earned your place in Wolflo and that you are worthy of this team.

“Congratulations Y/n, I knew you killed it !” Haechi hugs you. Chocol can’t help but frown slightly, was Haechi always this close to you ? If something happened between you two she surely would have seen it, right ?

She takes a step forward, bringing her figure closer to yours. “You were..” She can’t seem to find the right words as you look at her with such shiny eyes, expectingly waiting for her next words. “Amazing.” Chocol finishes bluntly. She wanted to say that you were breathtaking, exceptional, mesmerising even, but the words were stuck in her throat as nervousness built up upon her. Instead she chose such ordinary words to untruthfully describe how your performance made her feel.

“Thank you Chocol.” You blush at the compliment from the woman you like and Haechi rolls her eyes playfully, knowing that you probably forgot that she was here as you always do when Chocol talks to you.

Chocol ruffles your hair before leaving to talk to Halo and you can’t help but be disappointed at this gesture that makes you feel like nothing but her little sister or a friend, and you wanted nothing to do with those two roles with her.

After your battle, there is a 15 minutes break for you all to regain your energy. You will gladly take it considering you feel as if your battle sucked the vital energy out of you.

During this time, Chocol tries to forget how she felt during your battle. She agrees with herself that it was weird but with a shook of her head she brushes it off. She probably got distracted seeing a beautiful woman dancing sensually, honestly she thinks anyone could understand that, that’s all.

After what felt like a 5 minutes pause, you go back to the fight zone, your team more determined than anything to keep winning battles.

A good amount of battles passed without nobody choosing you as their no respect dancer, you sheepishly wish to think that your performance have dissuaded them.

Finally, a woman with curly two toned hair and a tight black and white ensemble from team Tsubakill, Sayaka, chooses Chocol as her no respect dancer. You remember her like for sexy choreographies and suddenly start to sweat as you imagine Chocol seeing it on the first row.

Chocol is the first one to start. You are immediately immersed in her dance, her skilful moves showing the older woman’s years of experience with no doubt. You shout loudly as she even executes a breakdance technique. You’ve never thought that battles could be so thrilling but here you are with goosebumps on the back of your neck and pupils dilated in awe.

“Close your mouth you’re gonna drool on the floor.” Haechi whispers in your ear, suppressing a giggle. You immediately turn your head to the tall curly haired girl and hit her slightly on her side. “Shut up.” You mutter bashful, eyes going back to Chocol as quickly as they left her.

The host counts down and it is now Sayaka’s turn to battle. She starts off strongly, walking energetically with big steps and suddenly bending literally right in front of Chocol, her butt stuck on the previous woman.

If your jaw could fall to the ground, at that moment it would have. Your mouth is wide open with an horrified expression on your face. What you thought would only be a silly exaggeration of your mind of the worst case scenario actually happened in real life and you feel like screaming in despair.

You feel an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach noticing Chocol furrowing her eyebrows and puffing her cheeks like she couldn’t handle all that. Could you blame her ? No. She wasn’t yours and now at least it proves that she can react to suggestive dancing, just not yours. How you wish she could look at you with this much admiration and lust.

Little did you know that since your performance, Chocol’s feelings are growing for you troublingly quickly. But if she was being honest, she tried to shut them down at all cost for a while now.

In reality, the woman is feeling ashamed of crushing on their youngest member. Those emotions were here since months now and are now only finally revealing themselves. Poor Chocol is not able to control her heart’s desires despite her trying her hardest.

But how could she resist you when you are so nice to everyone, always dance with such passion and look so good in each of your carefully thought outfits.

For now, you try your best to put on a neutral face by clenching your fists tightly. You know that if you show a hurt expression, people would be asking questions, including Chocol.

It is now time to reveal the score “Judges, open your card.”. The judges reveal 3 orange cards. You force yourself to plaster a joyful expression on your face even with your shambled heart. You are grateful of the judges’ results for your team and are so proud of Chocol of course, but you sadly didn’t have the heart to smile spontaneously despite the happy occasion.

They announce a second pause after Chocol and Sayaka’s battle and you rush to your lodge, you are not able to handle seeing Chocol and Sayaka’s interact in front of you. If they did, you would rather not know and stay alone in ignorance.

Chocol shy smiles fades slightly as she observes you step out of the hall in a hurry. You didn’t even congratulate her which makes her quite disappointed but no matter what, it is unusual of you. She automatically follows your pace to check on you.

Because it is the second pause and that they didn’t have time in the first one, dancers from different groups are conversing, getting to know each other. That’s why Bada takes a step forward and opens her mouth to greet you but in your trance, you don’t even notice her, dark eyes fixated ahead. She immediately closes her mouth with a confused face. Chocol watches the scene unfolds from behind you and if she wasn’t so worried about you, she would snort.

You close the orange dressing room bitterly and fall onto the couch. You wrap your arms around your legs and lower your head on your knees making yourself as small as possible. Because that’s what you feel at this moment, miserable and pitiful. You don’t even want to cry because you knew from the start that it was hopeless and that Chocol could never see you as nothing more than a good friend. Yet, you still hoped until today.

Chocol hesitantly opens the door of your dressing room, she witnesses you rolled up in a ball on the couch and her heart breaks at the sight. She slowly makes her way next to you and wraps an arm around your waist carefully “What’s wrong love ?”.

You lift up your head, startled by the gentle arm around you and the voice of someone you know too well. “Chocol ?” You say unsure of the reason behind her presence, you were too engrossed in your melancholic thoughts that you didn’t even notice her coming in. “That’s me love.” She answers sweetly and gazes at you with such tenderness that you almost forget why you were even sad in the first place.

“Why are you here ?” You mutter. “I should be the one asking you this. I only followed you because I was worried.” She responds softly. “You were ?” She nods strongly with furrowed eyebrows wondering how could you even imagine the opposite. You rest your back against the backrest as you untangle your limbs, naturally relaxing in her presence.

“Why did you leave ?” She delicately takes your hand to comfort you and you melt at the gesture. Only her could make you feel this way. “Shouldn’t you be busy talking with Sayaka ?” You answer her question with another one. “What does it have to do with this ? Why should I be talking to her ? We only battled.” She explains, perplexed by what you could be thinking.

You sigh, this is ridiculous. You will finally say what you have to say, tell how you feel because obviously this hint game is conducting you nowhere. Your turn to face her “Look, when I saw you reacting to Sayaka’s dance.. I-”, you take a deep breath in as Chocol display a serious look on her face, fully listening to what you have to say. “I got jealous. No, I got more than jealous, I got heartbroken.” You finally reveal.

“Because, I like you Chocol, so much and you always treat me like your friend or worst your sister.” You lower your head, not wanting to see the reaction of the woman before you. “I want you to see me as the woman that I am. Because I can be sexy and mature like any other woman your age. I want you to like me just like you like them.” You almost plead in despair.

Chocol slightly squeezes your hand that is still locked with hers “Y/n look at me.”. You shut your eyes tightly before raising your head and finally seeing her gentle gaze. Which reassures you a bit, at least she is not disgusted or angry at you.

“I could never like you like these women.” You exhale shakily at this revelation but she is quick to clarify. “Because I don’t. No matter how pretty they are or how sensually they can dance, I could never like them. Because I like you Y/n, a lot.” She admits and her pretty cheeks with those two moles that you love so, tints a light pink.

Your eyes shot open, you never even considered that those feelings could be reciprocated. You only told her to ease your burden and free your from a heavy weight, but now you learn that this weight was shared.

She softly strokes your cheek with her free hand and you gulp nervously, feeling your hands sweating as your temperature arises at her affectionate touch. You feel the older woman’s hand moves from your blushing cheek to the back of you head as she slowly leans into you. You don’t wait any longer after these lasting months of recurrently dreaming about it and passionately crash your lips against hers as electricity rushes trough your veins.

She lets go off your hand to put hers onto your waist and you impulsively change your position to straddle her lap. You are quick to realise your action and break the kiss to stare at each other in shock. As you are about to apologise and hide yourself in embarrassment, she fervently takes your lips back and pushes you closer to her body, chests touching.

She teasingly brushes her tongue on your lower lips and your mouth answers before you do as you open it just enough for Chocol to makes her way. You feel Chocol’s warm tongue clashing into yours and your brows gather together in neediness.

The way your body responds to her touch is almost as if you were made for each other. Each curves perfectly sculpted for her hands, each sounds you make harmonising with her tone, each scents, from your sweet perfume to your hair product, intoxicating her.

You both venture the other person’s body, stroking fondly as much corners as possible, from clothes, to skin, to hair, nothing is lacking attention.

Chocol’s hand rests on your thigh, often squeezing it when you suck on her tongue hungrily. You are so absorbed in the intimate kiss that you realise you lost track of time.

You reluctantly stop your make out session “Chocol we need to go back.”. She whines and hugs your waist as her head sets on your chest. She hears your heart beating rapidly from your doings and smirks sheepishly, enjoying greatly the effect she had on you, knowing sincerely that you makes her feel the same way.

You regretfully push her back and stand up from your spot on the couch while you extend a hand to her. Noticing her blown pupils, you couldn’t help but grin affectionately, admiring the woman before you. She sighs and takes your hand half-heartedly, not wanting to go back, only needing you.

“Are you still jealous ?” She overtakes you swiftly and winks at you teasingly. “I was not !” You retork flustered but she is already a great distance before you.

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„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

Chocol x fem!reader

CW: none :) this is purest pure little fluff

AN: at the end cuz i don’t wanna spoil the oneshot

It was a cloudy November day. The Moon was barely to be seen and it was cold in the streets of Seoul.

Yet you were sweating. You stood in a small underground club, panting but grinning as heavy hiphop music blasted out the speakers. It was a smaller dance battle event but the place was crowded. In front of you the orange haired beast that was your girlfriend. But in this dancebattle she was your opponent and you weren’t going to go easy on her.

In her turn she threw every possible impressive move at you. It seemed like she really wanted to win over you. You knew that this battle wouldn’t be finished on this stage, but rather continued later in your bed in the apartment of you two. You had the deal, that whenever you two battled, the winner could control the sexy time in the evening.

Smirking you bit your lip, when she did that ground move of hers. It always made you go crazy over her and she knew it. Your girlfriend was so impressive and with every passing moment you fell in love more and more.

How can a person be so talented? So beautiful? So handsome? So gentle? So rough? So perfectly imperfect? So smart? So foolish?

She was everything at once. The whole package. And the Bonus? She was yours. Yours alone.

At the end of her turn she came to a halt before you and winked at you teasingly. Chuckling you pushed her back, by her waist. To be honest, you just wanted to feel her body in your hands for a moment. The entire day had been so hectic, so this was the first time of the day that you touched her. You felt how deprived you were. Chocol had been out with Haechi and Mini the entire day, doing god knows what.

You had a different style than Chocol, less wavy motions, less floor work. It was a hard hiphop style with krump elements sprinkled into it. And the music was yours, so that would be an easy win, you thought. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the judges nodding approvingly, but your eyes were fixed on your girlfriend. You copied her ending move and finished, standing in front if her and winking cheekily.

Chocols second turn started slowly and she had that smug grin plastered onto her face, she was planning something. You wondered what, because she had already used up all her killer moves.

A record scratch ripped you out if your thought process. Suddenly „Marry you“ by Bruno Mars was playing. Confused you looked over to the DJ, who was just grinning at you. You looked back to your girlfriend, to see if she knew what was going on. What Chocol was dancing, wasn’t a battle dance anymore. It was a Choreography.

She mixed some b-boying into her dance it seemed, as she swirled around on her knees and before you knew it, she was kneeling in front of you and was holding a black box in her hand. The music faded out. Even the crowds chatter died down. Everyone, including you, was holding their breath.

„We have been through endless battles together, on and off stage. For the past ten years you supported me through every storm and every war that i fought, especially the ones against myself. When in doubt you were always there. When we are apart i can think about nothing but the moment i will have you in my arms again. And when we fight, i am not afraid, because i know in the end it is you and me against the problem. You read me like an open book. You always know what to say and do to cheer me up. Though, if i am being honest, your mere existence makes me happy. Seeing you makes me happy. Hearing your sweet voice and laugh makes me happy. Holding and kissing you makes me happy. I want to make you happy as well… for the rest of my life i want to be the reason you smile and feel good. Please let me take care of you for the rest of my life and become my wife?“, she asked and opened the box. A simple but beautiful ring shimmered there.

The hand that had covered your mouth in shock, slowly reached for Chocol as you slowly nodded, as though you were in trance.

„Yes, oh god… yes, please.“, you whispered and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Chocol beamed happily and stood up. You jumped into her arms and quietly sobbed happy tears into her neck. Then she pulled away to slide the ring onto your finger. Gently she peppered your face in kisses.

„I love you.“, you whispered.

„I love you more.“, she whispered back.

Grinning you shook your head and pushed her playfully.

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

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AN: This is how i want someone to propose to me... doesn't have to be Chocol. Doesn't have to be one of the SWF girlies... i just need a dancer gf, i suppose, so i can battle against her and have her propose to me.

[gayoung-lover]

naive ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol

an older woman flirts with you at the club, but you're too naive to notice her advances

| cw: drinking, smoking n clubbing | wc: 6.6 k 🫶 yeah, it's lowkey long 🫣

Today, you were reluctantly going to a club, a place you have never particularly liked—the noise, the atmosphere, the cramped space, and the overpriced drinks were never your idea of fun. However, it was a special occasion—Bada's birthday. Amidst Bada's pleas, the girls begging you, and the weight of peer pressure, you knew you had to go.

A question lingered in your mind: what did people wear to a club? This was only your second time going to one—so you were indecisive between picking a black mini skirt paired with a pretty white shirt and a slightly revealing pink bodycon dress; the latter felt like a bit too much, so you opted for the former. As you got ready, a sense of nervousness settled in your stomach—you were not particularly fond of getting drunk, however, if you did not get at least a little tipsy, you were going to end up being the babysitter for seven inevitably drunk girls. With the final touch of lipstick, you got a notification on your phone.

bada<3: i’m outside [10:34p.m.]

bada<3: tatter and sowoen said they were taking an uber, so it’s just me [10:34p.m.]

y/n: okayyy, i’m coming [10:35p.m.]

You quickly grab your purse and walk downstairs, exiting your apartment complex. Bada was leaning against her blue car while you were locking the door, you greeted her with a smile and she waved at you. The click-clack of your heels on the pavement echoed through the parking lot as you approached Bada, who opened the passenger door for you before settling into the driver's seat.

"Hello, birthday girl!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm. "How are you?"

Bada started driving, giggling at your comment. "Ready to get fucking drunk."

"I bet." You replied quickly. "After all, it's your birthday."

As she stopped at a red light, Bada glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Promise me you're going to have fun tonight, okay?" She extended her pinky.

Interlocking pinkies, you nervously smiled. "Pinkie promise."

"Get drunk, flirt with girls, dance, take ten shots for all I care." She rattled off a list, her hands returning to the steering wheel. "Just have fun. I'll keep an eye on you and the girls. I can't get too drunk, after all, I'm driving you back home."

"Alright, I'll try. I swear." You assured her. "Minus the flirting. I get too nervous around pretty girls for that." 

She drove through the city until she parked her car in front of the most packed club on the street. At the entrance, the bouncer apparently denied entry to many—while this might be a concern for most people, but Bada had already booked a VIP table in advance. Approaching the front of the line, you and Bada showed the bouncer your IDs, and without hesitation, he let you in, prompting a few complaints and groans from those waiting in line.

Upon stepping into the club, the loud music initially overwhelmed your ears, and the vibrant lights took a moment to adjust to. The girls were already at the VIP table, drinking a few beers, eagerly waiting for Bada and you. 

"Bada, what do you want to drink?" Kyma shouted over the music, handing you a beer. 

"I'm getting some bottles." Bada replied as you took the beer from Kyma's hands. "What do you all want to drink?"

"Just get whatever you like." You said with a small smile.

Popping open the glass bottle, you took a hesitant sip, as beer's initial taste was always unpleasant but grew on you after a while. Bada caught a server's attention and placed an order that showed her expensive taste. Amid laughter and attempts to have a conversation over the music, the bottles arrived at the table, accompanied by "Happy Birthday" signs and bottle sparklers, your table became the center of attention, filling up with Bada's chosen bottles. Bada, with a smile, started pouring shots, positioning a bottle near your mouth and counting to five as you obliged—chasing down the sour taste from the alcohol with a chaser, prompting cheers from the girls. 

"That's my girl!" Lusher exclaimed, hugging you.

You and Cheche began dancing, shyly moving your hips to the rhythm of the music. Reluctantly, you had to admit that you were actually enjoying yourself. As you finished your beer, Tatter handed you a drink, though it seemed like she poured more alcohol than a mixer, because by the time you were halfway through it, a wave of happiness and confidence washed over you. You were cautious not to drink too much, as you were not used to the sensation. However, when the entire table began chanting, urging Bada for another round of shots, the temptation was too strong to resist. 

"Let me pour you another." Bada insisted, and you nodded. She was holding your cheek and letting the vodka fall into your mouth. Her tipsy state led to her spilling liquor on your jaw. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." You replied with a smile. "I'll go to the restroom to clean myself up."

"I'm coming with you." Tatter said, taking hold of your hand as you maneuvered through the crowd.

You and Tatter got to the restroom, surprisingly finding it less crowded than anticipated. Grabbing a piece of paper to clean up your jaw, you took advantage of the moment to reapply your lipstick while Tatter used the restroom. You took more than usual because of your shaky hands and because your attention shifted as a girl with orange hair entered the room. She looked expensive, dressed in an all-black outfit complemented by a thick silver chain and her adorned fingers with several silver rings. 

As Tatter got out of the stall, she washed her hands and exclaimed. "Let's go!"

Smiling, you started to walk, so you could leave the bathroom but stumbled near the girl with orange hair. She placed a hand on your shoulder and uttered in a firm voice. "Be careful, doll."

Turning around to thank her, you noticed she had already entered a stall. Tatter, now turning around and giggling, said. "Didn't you notice?"

"Notice what?" You inquired. "The girl?"

Tatter smiled as you returned to your table. "She was checking you out like crazy."

You protested, covering your face. "No, it's not like that!"

Amidst the lively club, the girl from the restroom quickly faded into the background, forgotten by you and Tatter. Drink in hand, you joined in the fun—as you danced with the group, tightly pressed against your friends, taking Instagram stories, videos, and photos, which you would probably regret when they sent them to the group chat. Clubbing was actually fun—the thought lingered as Bada held you by the waist while dancing, the two of you always mistaken for a couple due to your closeness.

"Having fun?" Bada asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" You replied. "And you, birthday girl?"

"Me too." She responded. "Let's see who ends up the drunkest."

"I'm betting my money on Kyma." You declared, but the vibration of your phone interrupted. "Hold on, someone's calling me."

Bada nodded and patted your waist as you walked away. Exiting the club, you were hoping the caller had not hung up, you checked your phone to discover it was your ex-girlfriend—well, someone you never officially dated. 

Intrigued, you answered, holding the phone to your ear. "Hello?" You greeted her. "What happened?"

The voice on the other end ended up going off about your presence at a party, criticizing your outfit as too revealing and telling you that you had disrespected her. To make matters worse, she started bad-mouthing Bada and insinuating that you should go ahead and date her if you were so close, saying that you probably cheated on her with Bada. In another circumstance, you might have cried, but the alcohol coursing through your system made you feel brave. 

"Yeah?" You retorted. "Enjoy getting blocked because I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore." The voice pleaded with you not to block them. "I'm done with you. I don't give a fuck."

You hung up, and as you turned around, you noticed the same girl from the restroom smoking a cigarette, pressing it against her lips, and exhaling the smoke. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized she overheard everything.

"Is everything okay, doll?" She asked politely, taking another hit of her cigarette.

"Yes, don't worry." You reassured her as you tucked your phone into your purse. "Sorry you had to hear that."

Tilting her head, she glanced at you up and down. "Well, your boyfriend is dumb for letting you go like that; you're such a pretty girl."

"Ah, nothing like that." You shook your head, smiling. "But, thank you."

"I'm Gayoung, but most people call me Chocol, and what's your name, sweetheart?" She introduced herself, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. "Does the smoke bother you? I can throw it away if you want." She gestured to the cigarette.

"Y/N." You said with a soft smile. "No, it's okay. You're about to finish it anyway." You could not help but admire her rings—they sparkled beautifully in the light and looked luxurious. "Can I look at your rings?" You inquired.

Gayoung placed the cigarette between her lips and extended her hands towards you. You ran your fingers over her rings, noticing the brands—Vivianne Westwood, Salvatore Ferragamo, Prada, and a Miu Miu one that caught your eye. 

Looking up, you found her smiling proudly. "You like em’? They're pretty, huh?" She remarked, tossing her cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "Now, imagine them pressing up against your jaw."

Your focus remained on the rings, and you completely overlooked the last part of her sentence. "They're so gorgeous. I love the Miu Miu one."

"You do, doll?" Gayoung asked, a bit puzzled by your unmistakable indifference to her comment. Perhaps you were not into girls? However, she was certain you were at least bisexual, as she saw you dancing with the tall girl. "Let's make a deal." She suggested and got closer.

Despite attempting to read your body language, Gayoung observed your lack of reaction to her proximity or gaze. She leaned in close to your ear, and you maintained your joyful demeanor, showing no signs of nervousness.

"A deal?" You said, still confused. "What do you mean?"

Close to drunkenness, everything seems blurry to you. Unaware of your proximity to Gayoung, you again stumbled a bit while trying to balance yourself. Gayoung helped you by grabbing your waist, and again, no reaction from you, it struck her as odd. Most girls would have succumbed to her charm the moment she called them pretty and yet, here you were, unfazed, not even blushing.

"I'll give you my ring if you give me your number." She proposed. "I really want to get to know you."

Puzzled, you bit your lip, attempting to comprehend her offer. Gayoung was struggling not to make a move after seeing your lips. "Why would you give me your ring in exchange for my number? Your ring is expensive."

She smiled at your innocence, wondering if you were faking it. "Don't worry about it. So, deal or no deal?"

Considering the situation, maybe she just wanted to be friends. "Yes, it's a deal."

Gayoung let go off your waist and removed her ring. "Give me your hand." You complied, and she delicately placed the ring on your finger, making you smile. "Now, your end of the deal."

"Give me your phone." You requested, and she pulled it from her back pocket. Unlocking it, you teased. "No password." Giggling, you added your phone number to her contacts. "What should I put as the name? Will you remember my name if I just save my contact as Y/N?"

"Save it as doll." She suggested, and you typed it, handing her phone back. "But, of course, I'll remember your name."

"Thank you for the ring." You smiled. "Send me a text so I can save your contact later! I'm going back inside—my friends are probably worried.”

"I'll send you a message later." She replied, grabbing another cigarette from the box. "But promise me you'll reach out if you need anything…"

You tilted your head. "I'll text you!" Then you pondered—why would you need anything from her? "But, why?" 

"In case you need a ride." Gayoung responded, winking at you. "Or if you want to do something."

Oblivious to her advances, you replied. "Oh, no—Bada is taking me home." As if assuming she knew who Bada was.

"The tall girl?" She inquired, and you nodded. Gayoung wondered if Bada might be your girlfriend and decided to ask about it. While she might be many things, she was not about to keep flirting with someone in a relationship; she respected that. "Is she your girlfriend?"

You sighed and giggled. "No, she's my best friend! Well, I'll text you later, Gayoung."

The way you said her name nearly gave her a heart attack. She needed you—your beauty, your smile, and your eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen. However, you appeared too innocent, too naive, not noticing a thing. She decided to drop a bolder comment, hoping you would catch it. "Then, I hope I can get that spot sooner, doll."

You smiled, showing your teeth, and entered the club. Gayoung lit up her cigarette, staying outside, contemplating if you would even consider something with her. She thought you seemed much younger than her.

The remainder of the night was blurry. Now, you stumbled into your room, gripping the wall for support as you were still dizzy—you did get drunk. As you kicked off your heels, your feet ached, and your head throbbed, you realized waking up was going to be hell. You took off your clothes, leaving them carelessly on the chair, so you could change into your pajamas. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you collapsed onto your bed, phone in hand. Glancing at the group chat, which had already got over two hundred messages, you noticed Gayoung's number above all. Quickly adding it to your contacts, you sent her a quick text.

gayoung: This is my number. I am Gayoung.  [2:30 a.m]

y/n: hi! just got to my apartment [5:12 a.m]

y/n: i’m so tired, hope you’re sleeping well  [5:12 a.m]

y/n: btw thank you for the ring :) [5:12 a.m]

y/n: text you later!!  [5:12 a.m]

While you were sound asleep, Gayoung woke up early and reached for her phone. Upon seeing your messages, her heart quickened, reminiscent of a high school student seeing their crush tagged them on a post. Gayoung sent you a message, aware that you were likely still asleep, acknowledging the toll yesterday's drinking had probably taken on you. 

gayoung: Good morning, pretty. [7:21 a.m]

gayoung: Hope your head does not hurt when you wake up. [7:21 a.m]

She proceeded with her morning routine—had breakfast, went to work, and upon returning home, finally had the opportunity to check her phone.

y/n: hi gayoung [12:13p.m]

y/n: i just woke up :( [12:13p.m]

y/n: my head does hurt but i don’t have any medicine lol [12:13p.m]

y/n: how are you? [12:14p.m]

gayoung: Did you sleep well at least? [1:22 p.m]

gayoung: I am doing fine. [1:23 p.m]

gayoung: You don’t have medicine?  [1:23 p.m]

As your phone dinged, you reached for it, as you had a habit of responding quickly to texts. You already had taken a shower and dressed up in a matching lilac shirt and shorts set—you were sitting at your desk doing some of your freelance work. Grateful for the opportunity to work from your apartment—you appreciated the ability to manage your schedule, whether it was responding to texts, taking calls, listening to music, or watching something, you had the ability to do everything at your own pace. 

y/n: i did sleep well  [1:24 p.m]

y/n: i don’t :( might go later to buy some [1:24 p.m]

Immediately, Gayoung began writing. You could not help but notice the formal tone in Gayoung's writing.

gayoung: I don’t know if you want, but I can go and drop off some for you. [1:24 p.m]

gayoung: How does that sound, doll?  [1:25 p.m]

gayoung: Do not feel pressured to say yes. [1:25 p.m]

You found it impossible to refuse her offer. You were genuinely grateful for her generosity in giving you her ring, beyond that, she seemed too kind, and you felt a genuine interest in getting to know her better.

y/n: i accept hehe [1:26 p.m]

y/n: thank you so much, gayoung [1:26 p.m]

y/n: (y/n has shared her location with gayoung) [1:26 p.m]

y/n: hope you’re not a creep haha [1:26 p.m]

gayoung: Very funny joke, pretty. [1:26 p.m]

gayoung: I’ll be there as quickly as possible. [1:27 p.m]

y/n: i’ll wait for you :) [1:27 p.m]

Rising from your desk, you grabbed your makeup bag. Applying a touch of liquid blush, curling your lashes, using a bit of brow gel, and adding a hint of lip tint; then you did two braids in your hair—you wanted to look presentable. You check yourself in the mirror before returning to your desk to save all your files for later. Walking into your living room, you opened the curtains and lit a vanilla-scented candle. Despite Gayoung mentioning she was only dropping off some medicine, you wanted to ask her if she wanted to come inside. You were glued to your phone, checking it anxiously as if your life depended on it. The last thing you wanted was to keep Gayoung waiting outside your building, considering she would need your entry code. Finally, she called, and you answered.

“Hello, I am outside.” She said—her voice husky. "I brought you something else, though."

"I’m coming down." You replied, hanging up.

You get out of your apartment, and walk down the stairs to the front door, finding Gayoung waiting with two bags in hand. She wore an all-black outfit, this time pairing it with red sneakers and a red windbreaker. With a smile, you opened the door, and she smiled back.

“Come on in.” You invited, noticing her confused expression. “Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want to come in?” You giggled.

“Are you sure?” Gayoung inquired, and you nodded. She followed your lead into the building.

"Thank you for coming." you expressed gratitude as you opened and closed your apartment's door behind both of you. “You can sit anywhere you want.”

Seating herself on the stools at your kitchen bar, Gayoung left the bags on the counter. “Thank you for letting me in. I brought you some medicine and a warm miso soup.” She said, getting the soup container out of the bag and handing you the medicine.

You smiled. “Oh, thank you so much. Do you want some water, tea, juice, anything?”

“A glass of water, please.” She requested.

Serving two glasses of water, you handed one to Gayoung. Taking the medicine, you shook your head at the sour taste. “How much do I owe you?” You said as you stood on the other side of the kitchen bar, placing your hands on the counter.

She chuckled. “Nothing, doll. It’s nothing.”

"Gayoung!" You exclaimed, placing your hand on her shoulder. "First, you give me your ring, and now you buy me medicine and food."

"I said it's nothing." She insisted, making eye contact with you, and you could not help but notice the moles beneath her eyes.

"Oh wow, your little moles are so pretty." You remarked.

"Yeah? Well, I think you're very pretty." She replied, and you turned around, attempting to hide your flushed cheeks. No matter who it was, whenever someone called you pretty, it made you feel nervous.

You grabbed two bowls and two spoons, setting them on the counter. "Do you want to eat with me?"

She nodded. Gayoung had bought the larger portion of soup in the hope that this would happen, and she was very happy that it did. You sat beside Gayoung, both of you grabbing the soup bowls and beginning to eat.

"Tell me about yourself." She requested. "Anything you want to share."

"Anything? Let me think." You said, taking a spoonful of miso soup. "Well, I graduated college two years ago, I work from home, I like baking, I love doing my makeup and dressing up, and I enjoy working out and dancing." You took another spoonful. "And you?"

Gayoung smiled, swallowing her soup. "So, if you like dressing up, the nickname 'doll' really fits you." You smiled back. "I also love dancing—I actually own a dance studio. I collect designer jewelry, as you've noticed from my rings, and I enjoy cooking."

You giggled at her calling you a doll again. "Ohh, that's amazing." You said, looking at the ring she gave you. "So, this was a part of your collection?" You asked, placing your hand in front of her. She took it, planting a kiss on your skin, giving you goosebumps.

Gayoung noticed your reaction. "Mhm, but it looks better on you anyway." She said, turning to face you. "Can I tell you something?"

You nodded, a bit nervous. Was she being too kind? No one had ever done something like this after just one day of meeting—she gave you her ring, bought you food and medicine, complimented you, and now a kiss on the hand.

"Well, I thought I was being too obvious, but I guess you didn't notice anything, so I'll just tell you directly." She said, taking a deep breath while still holding your hand.

Confused, you wondered what you had not noticed—perhaps she wanted to leave your apartment, or did not want to come inside, and was trying to find a polite way out. Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for her to speak.

She smiled, feeling a bit nervous as this was the first time she felt genuinely attracted to someone who did not immediately reciprocate. "The moment I looked at you, I thought you were very pretty." Gayoung said, making another small pause. "I gave you my ring because I liked you."

"Huh? Like, actually like me?" You blurted out, your reaction making her feel a bit uneasy.

"Yeah, I just feel like you're worth getting to know. I do like you. I mean, we still don't know each other, but if you let me, I'd like to take you out on a date." Gayoung said, letting your hand go—waiting for your response. 

Now you feel stupid, very stupid. Gayoung had been flirting with you the entire time. You recalled her comments about her rings pressing against your cheeks, the remarks about wanting to be your girlfriend, and the comment about your "boyfriend" being dumb for letting you go. It all made sense now; she was flirting, and you were too dumb to notice. The realization made you feel special—a beautiful and attentive girl was asking you out on a date. This was the first time you had been asked out—you were usually the one making the first move.

"Of course, I would like that." You said, smiling. "I feel so dumb, sorry. I never noticed you were flirting with me until now."

She chuckled. "I was practically shouting it, and you never caught on." Gayoung smiled. "You're too naive, I guess."

"Well, this is the first time I've been asked out. So, it's clear why I didn't notice." You confessed.

"Huh, what about your ex-boyfriend? The person who called you at the club." She asked.

You sighed. "It was a girl." You clarified. "We used to be together, but we were never in an actual relationship, and I got tired because I had to do everything to keep it afloat."

Gayoung arched her brow. "So, she was just fooling around?"

"Yup, she only liked the attention of it. The moment I told her how I felt about the situation and left her, she kept contacting me, saying she wanted me back and stuff." You confessed. "But she is too immature—she even accused me of cheating on her with my best friend. But, at least she is blocked now."

Gayoung leaned back, placing her hands on her knees. "Well, if you don't like messing around with immature girls, that's why I'm here. I should ask about it too—are you into older women?"

"Maybe. Can I ask how old you are?" You giggled, blushing as you realized Gayoung was older.

"36, pretty." She responded. "But, I promise I'll treat you right."

"In that case, I gladly accept your offer, Gayoung." You said, smiling.

Gayoung stayed over for a bit, taking the initiative to wash the dishes, and in return, you sent her home with a bowl of sliced fruit. Her kindness had left an impression, and you discovered how intriguing she was. You again got a notification on your phone, it was Gayoung. 

gayoung: Hello, I just got home. [5:32 p.m]

gayoung: Thank you for the fruit. I’ll eat it in a bit. [5:32 p.m]

gayoung: I had a great time with you, doll.  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: thank you for coming, gayoung  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i also had a great time!!  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i still can’t believe i was so dumb lol  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i am soo stupid… every time i have to interact with pretty girls i die inside, you luckily meet me when i was tipsy, so i was feeling brave  [5:33 p.m]

gayoung: I even thought you didn’t like girls.  [5:34 p.m]

gayoung: But, I am glad you gave me the opportunity to take you out on a date.  [5:34 p.m]

gayoung: I already know where I am taking you, do you want it to be a surprise?  [5:34 p.m]

y/n: tell me  [5:34 p.m]

y/n: well no!! i want it to be a surprise  [5:35 p.m]

y/n: no one has even taken me on a date before [5:35 p.m]

y/n: just let me know the dress code haha [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: Is tomorrow at 5pm okay? [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: Wear whatever you want, you’ll look pretty in anything. [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: I’ll pick you up and drop you off. [5:36 p.m]

y/n: can’t believe a girl like you always calls me pretty… [5:36 p.m]

y/n: it makes me blush [5:36 p.m]

y/n: i can’t wait for tomorrow!! [5:36 p.m]

gayoung: As long as I am alive, I’ll keep calling you pretty. [5:36 p.m]

gayoung: Also, don’t even think about paying anything. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: Leave your wallet at home, doll. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: I have to leave, I am fixing some stuff around my apartment. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: Talk to you later. You can call me if you need anything. [5:37 p.m]

y/n: okaayy [5:37 p.m]

y/n: talk to you later :) [5:37 p.m]

You spent some time at your desk, doing your remaining work, but your thoughts drifted towards what plans Gayoung might have in store and thinking about what to wear for the occasion. For dinner, you enjoyed the remaining soup, while watching a movie. As bedtime approached, you changed into your pajamas and reached for your phone to share the news with Bada.

y/n: going on a date tomorrow [10:23 p.m]

y/n: i’ll give you details and everything when it happens [10:23 p.m]

bada <3: SOMEONE ASKED YOU OUT???? [10:24 p.m]

y/n: lol fuck you [10:24 p.m]

bada <3: IT WAS A GENUINE QUESTION, I AM NOT BEING MEAN [10:24 p.m]

y/n: yup, i’m going on a date [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: HOPE YOU HAVE FUN  [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: YOU DESERVE THIS  [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: I AM SO HAPPY TF [10:25 p.m]

y/n: gotta text her  [10:25 p.m]

y/n: i’ll give you all the juicy details tomorrow!!  [10:26 p.m]

As you slipped into bed, you decided to send Gayoung a goodnight message, that way, you could leave your phone on the nightstand.

y/n: good night gayoung :)  [10:31 p.m]

y/n: i’m so happy for tomorrow [10:31 p.m]

The next morning, you woke up nervous. While preparing brunch, you could not stop thinking about your upcoming date. You were sitting on your kitchen bar, ready to eat breakfast, when your phone rang—it was Gayoung.

You answered. "Hi, good morning. What's up?"

"Hello." She responded. "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you're still okay with me picking you up."

"Of course." You giggled. "I'm excited." You added, taking a bite of your food.

"Well, I'm heading back to work." Gayoung said. "See you later, pretty."

"Have a good day. See you." You said, smiling through the phone.

As Gayoung hung up, butterflies fluttered in your stomach—no one had ever treated you with such kindness. After enjoying brunch, you begin your routine—taking a long shower, doing skincare, and brushing and blow-drying your hair to curl it. Seated at your desk, you applied your makeup, assuring every detail was perfect. Moving on to your outfit, you opted for a white blouse paired with a black dress adorned with ruffles, styled with a black jacket, paired with a delicate silver belt, and boots with heels. For accessories, you placed a silver hair clip, Gayoung's Miu Miu ring, a necklace, and your earrings. Aware that getting ready would be time-consuming, you were surprised to find that it was already 4:45 P.M. After looking at yourself in the mirror, you quickly grabbed your essentials so you could put them in your purse—lipstick, keys, and, hesitating for a moment, only your ID instead of your wallet, remembering Gayoung's earlier words.

Gayoung was standing outside of your apartment, she pressed your contact and began calling you.  "Hello, pretty. I'm already outside." She said. "If you're not ready yet, I can wait."

"I'm coming downstairs." You replied before hanging up.

Taking a deep breath, you left your apartment, walking down the stairs to the front door, as you opened it, you saw her standing next to her black car. Dressed in a denim jacket, jeans, a crop top, and boots, she looked so good.

You smiled, and she returned the gesture. "Hi, how are you?"

"Okay, first of all, you look so pretty, you're truly a doll." She complimented, making you blush. "I'm fine, and you?"

"Thank you." You responded shyly. "I'm doing well."

She led you to the passenger side, opening the door and even buckling your seatbelt for you—she was a true gentleman. Placing your bag and phone on your lap, you noticed the luxurious feel of the leather seats—she was undoubtedly a girl with expensive taste.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"That's still a surprise." She chuckled. "It's close by, don't worry." As she approached a red light, she took a moment to look at you. "If I'm driving too fast, tell me, okay?" You nodded in response.

"Gayoung, can I ask you something?" You said, looking at her.

She nodded, continuing to drive. "Tell me, even though I'm not looking, I'm paying attention."

"What if after the date, you don't like me?" You asked.

Gayoung didn't immediately answer; instead, she reached for your hand, placing it on the stick shift and wrapping it around it, so she could hold your hand while driving. This action made you blush intensely—a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

"Don't worry about that, trust me." Gayoung reassured you. "Just enjoy it, don't worry about what I think, okay?"

She pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant—it was unfamiliar to you, but bustling, suggesting it was a good place. After parking, she opened the car door for you, extended her hand, you took it, and, hand in hand, you entered the restaurant. Gayoung informed the hostess about her reservation, reserving a private spot—ideal for a date. She took the seat across from you, and an involuntary giggle escaped from your lips.

"What happened?" Gayoung asked, leaning in.

"It's just surreal, being on a date with you and how genuinely nice you are." You responded. "It feels like a dream."

"Ah." She mumbled. "Well, then we are both dreaming." Gayoung could not help but find you adorable, questioning why no one had ever taken you out on a date before. 

A waitress arrived and handed you both menus, promising to return shortly. You skimmed through the options.

"You can order anything you want. I recommend the pasta, though. It's freshly made." Gayoung suggested.

You looked at her. "I was thinking about the pasta alla gricia and having a cherry lemonade."

"Good choice. I'm ordering lasagna." Gayoung responded. "I thought you might go for wine or something like that."

"No, I don't really drink." You chuckled. "You met me basically drunk, but I swear I rarely drink."

"I see." She tilted her head. "So, that's why yesterday your head hurt—you're not used to that." You nodded as the waitress approached to take the order, leaving you and Gayoung to continue your conversation.

"Do you drink, or do you just smoke?" You asked, continuing the conversation.

"I might have a drink or two, but I don't like getting drunk. I also rarely smoke; I only smoke when I'm at clubs or a party, so I can get away from the loudness for a bit." She responded.

"So when you were outside at the club, it was a coincidence we talked." You commented. "I was outside because I felt my phone vibrating—otherwise, I would have never gone outside."

"Yes, but I'm glad it happened." She said, smiling. "I wasn't even going to the club in the first place because I had to be in my studio at eight in the morning, but my friend wanted to have a few drinks."

"Do you teach classes, or do you just own the studio?" You asked.

"I do teach too—dancing is a big passion of mine. I will never stop dancing." Gayoung responded. "It has allowed me to take part in amazing opportunities."

"That's the coolest part, you work in something you love, and it pays well." You answered. "I get paid well too, and I get to work from home."

Gayoung reached out for your hand and held it. You momentarily broke eye contact, and she noticed. "I can't stop thinking about how pretty you look and how your smile warms my heart. I'm so glad you accepted my silly deal." She said, caressing with her thumb the ring she gave you.

"Honestly, if I wasn't so naive to all your comments, and you would have asked directly for my number, I would have given it to you. You're my type." You answered.

"Your type?" She questioned.

"Yes." You giggled. "Kind of masculine vibes, your style, your tattoos, everything." You looked at her. "You're my type of girl."

"You're my type of girl too." She responded. 

The waitress brought out the food and drinks, placing them carefully on the table, and you began eating and talking. The conversation flowed perfectly, and Gayoung shared a few stories about her time teaching dance classes, how she ended up owning a studio, and what the business is like. You, too, shared some stories about yourself, your time in college, and a few of your other hobbies. After finishing your meal, Gayoung ordered a tiramisu to share, and both of you enjoyed the dessert—after that, Gayoung paid the bill. Leaving the restaurant, Gayoung again opened the door for you and buckled your seatbelt, though you found yourself wanting to spend more time with her.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Gayoung was about to start the car when you looked at her. "Gayoung, would you like to go back to my apartment and watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, doll." She responded.

Driving back to your apartment, time seemed to fly, caused by the anticipation of being close to her in the intimacy of your apartment. Once she parked her car in front of your complex, you typed in the door code, inviting her in. Walking to your apartment, you unlocked the front door for her.

"Welcome back to my place." You giggled. "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa while I serve some water and grab a bag of snacks."

Gayoung settled onto your sofa, taking in the details of your apartment she had not seen before. "Can I pick the movie?" She asked.

"Yes!" You agreed as you grabbed a bag of chips and took out two glasses to pour some water.

As you approached the sofa, you set the two glasses on the table in front of it. Returning to the kitchen, you grabbed the bag of chips, then walked back and sat on the sofa. Your eyes met Gayoung's, and you both exchanged smiles.

"What movie did you pick?" You asked.

Gayoung did not immediately respond; instead, she reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I can't believe how beautiful you are. I know I've said it a bunch of times, but I can't help it." She admitted, ignoring your question. You responded with a smile, gently biting your lip in response to your nervousness.

Supporting your weight with a hand behind you, you urged her. "Gayoung, keep calling me pretty things. I like hearing them."

Drawing nearer, Gayoung began to caress your cheek. "I'm not the type of girl to ask this on the first date." She confessed, creating a pause that sparked hope that she would ask the question you wanted her to make. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, and she gently placed her finger over your lips, tracing them softly. Gayoung smiled as if she were admiring a piece of art, sending shivers down your spine. Moving even closer, her hand descended to hold your chin, brushing her lips over yours.

"You look so pretty blushing, doll." She remarked, returning to her flirty behavior.

Just as you were about to respond, she pressed her lips against yours. It took a moment for you to reciprocate; her lips were soft and pillowy. The kiss was gentle and tender, your lips moving together in sync. As you separated, you could not resist giving her a quick, sweet kiss in return.

"Come here." She said, signaling for you to come closer. "Give me another kiss."

With a warm smile, you complied, moving closer as she wrapped her arms around you loosely. "Another kiss?" you inquired, and she smiled in response.

"Yes, pretty." She smiled.

You kissed her again, your hand gently holding her cheek. You could feel her smiling, and the warmth of it made you feel slightly weak. As you separated, she gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Do you want to go out again tomorrow?" She asked. "I think I'm addicted to you now." She chuckled.

"It would be my pleasure, Gayoung." You replied, snuggling against her chest.

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SOCIALS W/ GF!CHOCOL

PT. 02 | CLINGY

A Chocol smau Oneshot

pairing: gf!chocol x fem!reader

word count: n/a

warnings: nothing tbh, suggestive humor ig, fluff, part of oneshot series (idk if that makes sense)

masterlist

a/n: hey guys!!! So I’m going down the list of reqs I got so this is the first one!! Idk what happened but like the req disappeared so I couldn’t reply directly to it but yk if you submitted it so enjoyoyoy 🫶🏽

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Requests are open!

About Me

You can call me Lace or Ria if we wanna be formal

20, she/her

I write for Bada, Aespa, Red Velvet, BlackPink, Girls Generation, Mamamoo, BTS, Stray Kids, Marvel, and other SWF contestants as well. I might write for many other groups that aren't listed so just ask! (Currently only have Bada written so send in some requests pls….)

I write for fem!reader, and nb!reader. sorry babes

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[diana-rose-25]

— Let's Dance

PART 2 - PART 3

Style Inspiration

pairing/s: BEBE! Bada Lee x Jam Republic! Reader x Wolf'Lo! Chocol

warnings: None so far, an unrealistic description of being an exchange foreign student, might confuse some words in ballet (as most of them are only through research and not based on experience).

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballet and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, Jam Republic. Making the team's aura far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers.

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“You really have gone far now. I’m proud of you.”

Harimu watches the heartfelt interaction between the ballet dancer and her previous mentor enviously. She could see the way the Jam Republic member tried to hold in her tears as she walked back to her seat with a grin on her face. She could feel her heart break at the thought of them keeping a wonderful relationship throughout the years despite not seeing each other for a long while.

Harimu smiles at the parallels the both of you seem to have with your previous mentors. Only, she isn’t so fond of her anymore. Still, she brushes it off before anyone can see the crushed look on her face.

“Wow, great job mama.” Kristen says, clapping her hands lightly as she makes way for her member to sit beside her and Latrice.

“My heart is still beating like crazy,” (Y/N) comments, still shaking her hands from the adrenaline. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“You did great out there,” Latrice giggles at her teammate, hugging her sideways for comfort. The other members chimed in, stating their admiration and how proud they are of her.

“Yeah, Wolf’Lo remained undefeated until they challenged you. You broke their winning streak girl! That is some iconic shit.”

“Audrey!”

The pink team turned in horror and shock at the comment of their youngest member, all fully knowing that cuss words and other similar language are frowned upon in most television shows in foreign countries – more so in Asia.

“What?” The youngest tilts her head in confusion, “they’re just going to blur it out or not include this interaction at all.”

“Still,” Ling warns, “its just a slip of the tongue for now but it might turn against you if you’re not careful enough.”

The Battle between Harimu and Redlic was… intense to say the least. In contrast to the healthy relationship Baby Sleek and (Y/N) maintained throughout the years, Harimu and Redlic’s seems to be their exact opposite.

Although the latter has not had the chance to battle against her former mentor, there is a guarantee that no tears of sadness and regret will spill on the dance floor. Much less being unable to battle at all due to the high emotions running all over the place.

“It was heartbreaking, to say the least.” (Y/N) said in her confessional, “having a dance crew is like a second family you run and depend on after all the challenges you must go through. Ending the crew in bad terms must’ve been equally hard for both, because I feel like deep down, they wish things would be different.”

“Aw, poor Redlic,” (Y/N) comments with a frown, looking at the Mannequeen dancer who is currently crying her eyes out.

“Damn, this is why you don’t pick someone from the past,” Emma commented. “Redlic danced too little, now they look like they’re about to cry.”

The members of the pink team nod in agreement, watching both dancers face each other with dissatisfied looks on their faces. They might not know what happened between them, but their faces tell their stories for them.

As Harimu takes a step towards Redlic after the results – the latter winning by two votes, Redlic takes a step back and immediately walks back to her team. Both dancers’ respective crews comfort their members on the verge of tears.

“That was heavy,” Ling says as another short break ensued between every three dance battles. “Do you think something like this will happen again?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Latrice turns to face her. “Deep N’ Dap and 1 Million keeps glaring at each other.”

Already there had been three battles against the members of the crew, yet the most intense one was led by their leaders. In (Y/N)’s opinion, much like the battle before them, not much dancing ensued.

In the end, she was bored. Too much emotion got in the way of what is supposedly a good dance battle.

“Love the drama, hate the battle.” Ling turns to her right, mortified by the comment (Y/N) made.

“True,” Audrey agrees, “I kinda agree with Monika’s statement just now. It was too emotional for me too.” The rest of the pink team silently nods in agreement.

A few more battles Kang Daniel takes the stage again and announces something that will set (Y/N)’s competitive spirit over the edge.

“This round of No Respect, Battle with the Weakest Dancer…” he starts, “is a special round. It is a battle of the aces.”

“Ace?” Baby Sleek and (Y/N) asked at the same time.

“Select the ace dancer to represent your crew. An ace dancer will randomly be named to enter the fight zone first. If the other ace dancers think the ace dancer in the fight zone is weak, you can challenge them to a battle. If there are more than two challengers, one will be chosen for the battle. The two ace dancers will each dance to the same song for 40 seconds. Special points will be given out in the Ace Battle. The winner of the Ace Battle… will get two points, which is twice the original point.”

Jam Republic listens closely to each word the MC says, heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness as the stakes seem to rise.

“The loser will be deducted two points. You either get double the winning points or double the losing points.”

The air in the studio shifts, becoming heavier the more Kang Daniel explains the rules of the special round.

“You may now select the ace dancer to represent your crew.”

Immediately after he said those words, Jam Republic and the other teams faced each other to discuss their options.

“Do you want to?” Kirsten asks Emma who sheepishly shakes her head no immediately with a giggle.

“What are you thinking?” Kirsten asks Latrice. The said girl groans and replies in an unsure manner, “I’m contemplating it.”

“Contemplating it?”

“Yeah,” Latrice repeats, “it’s scary.”

(Y/N) bit the nail on her thumb, sensing the heavy atmosphere amongst her team to pick their Ace. Admittedly, she wanted to volunteer to be their Ace as soon as the announcement was made. Out of all the members, she had the most experiences in freestyle battles and solo competitions. Not to brag but, she won those competitions 98% of the time.

 However, she overheard who the Ace for Wolf’Lo is, Baby Sleek.

Her undefeated member who excels in almost all styles of dancing, and the one who taught her almost everything she knew about freestyle dancing. There is no doubt in her mind that the lose chip on Wolf’Lo is the first and the last one placed on the board. With Baby Sleek as their Ace, their victory is set in stone.

Yet, as she looked at her members, and the pressured look they have on their faces, she felt a sense of responsibility for them. She feels selfish if she leaves them in the dark. (Y/N) reminds herself that it's just fear and doubt crawling in her mind, and that ultimately, she's here to train and learn.

Besides, she promised herself to show off her growth towards her former mentor. What better way to display all her training than having the opportunity to go one-on-one with her?

“I’ll do it,” she suddenly says, catching them off guard. “If you want me to…” She trails off, feeling increasingly flustered as they silently stare at her with wide eyes.

A beat of silence passed, and a small smirk made its way in Kirsten’s face.

“Perfect.”

“But” (Y/N) cuts off, wiping her hands on her pants and licks her lips at the situation she brought herself in. “We might lose a few battles if I decide to go against the strongest battlers here, but I promise to win back our points if we ever lose. Scouts honor.”

Her members giggled when she held a hand over her heart and held the other hand up in the air. They let out a sigh of relief as one of their members is willingly participating in the special round. This daunting round had them terrified since freestyle isn’t really their strongest suits – other than Audrey, although she never really competed in freestyles before.

“It’s okay, you know, just have fun.” Kirsten says, patting her knees in a comforting manner. “You have the most experience in this round, and I’m so glad you volunteered. I’m sure you’ll kill it out there.”

“Yeah, and you managed to beat one of their strongest battlers.” Latrice motions to the orange team next to them. “Your techniques and skills are no joke. If you ever lose, there is no doubt in my mind you’ll win it back.”

“I mean, you took on Cera and Chocol in battles earlier and winning them speaks volumes.” Emma bumps her shoulders against hers in a teasing manner.

(Y/N) smiles at their words of encouragement. To think that she only met Latrice and Emma earlier this morning, on the day of shooting the show but already trusting her to win for the team makes her heart melt. Thanking them for their trust and promising to do her best, Kirsten writes her name down, officially making her the Ace for Jam Republic.

“I will now announce the ace dancers that will be in the Ace Battle.” Kang Daniel announces once he has the cards back, and each team was given a microphone to introduce their Aces.

Waackxxxy for Mannequeen, Rena for Tsubakill, Locker Zee for Deep N’ Dap, Vessi for Lady Bounce, Kyma for BEBE, Amy for 1 Million, (Y/N) for Jam Republic, and Baby Sleek for Wolf’Lo.

(Y/N) cried internally at the line up of Baby Sleek and Waackxxxy. She’s confident in herself that she could win amongst the others, but those two are the biggest battlers in the entire team of dancers. This is an interesting line up for sure.

She shakes her hands at the adrenaline rushing in her as Emma and Ling hypes her up by massaging her shoulders whilst everyone cheers for the announcement of the Aces.

“The battler for the first round of the Ace Battle…” Kang Daniel starts. Everyone falls silent in anticipation.

“Is Baby Sleek from Wolf’Lo.” The orange team claps and cheers for their member. “Please step into the fight zone.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” (Y/N) groans, watching her former mentor stride up to the middle of the dance floor confidently. “I wanna cry.” 

“Ace Dancers that would like to challenge Baby Sleek from Wolf’Lo to win two points, make your move. You get 100 seconds. Let’s go.”

“Come on!” Baby Sleek motions to come at her with a bright smile on her face. (Y/N) laughs at her antics despite feeling her hands and feet shake at the thought of going against her. No matter how confident she is, going against Baby Sleek is nothing short of terrifying.

“Absolutely not.” Ling comments.

“And if no one wants to battle? What happens?” Kirsten asks Latrice.

“I don’t know,” her teammate replies.

It’s as if Baby Sleek hears her, she asks Kang Daniel if she wins the two points if no one challenges her. The MC gave no reply, so she once again encouraged the people around her.

“Come on. We don’t have time. We have to get going.”

“I hope someone challenges her.”

“Shouldn’t Waackxxxy challenge her?”

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands. No one seems willing to challenge Baby Sleek anytime soon. Too frightened to lose their team points, she realizes she isn’t any different from them. With a bite of her bottom lip and slapping her hands down against her thighs, she asks, “should I challenge her?”

“Only if you want to,” Ling replies, looking at her and patting her shoulders.

“It’s totally up to you if you want to. Don’t worry about the points.” Kirsten assures. “I have a feeling that you want to challenge her but you’re afraid to do so, don’t think about the points if you really want to though.”

(Y/N) takes in the words of her teammates and contemplates it.

“You have ten seconds left.” Kang Daniel announces.

The countdown starts and no one’s standing up. She looks around, weighing in her options. Jam Republic seems to be doing well in terms of their scores, if she loses, she can challenge other Aces to win it back – if they pick her that is. As she hears the five second count down, her feet move on their own and unconsciously lead her towards the center of the dance floor.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” Audrey cheers from her spot.

From her peripheral vision, she sees the Ace of 1 Million do the same, they make brief eye contact before bowing down to each other and Baby Sleek.

There was a roar of applause from the audiences and the judges the moment those two young women stands up from their seats to challenge the unbeatable beast. Even the host can’t help but let out an impressed grin at their braveness.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t expect (Y/N) to challenge her former mentor.”

“They’re so brave for doing this.”

“Baby Sleek’s choosing (Y/N) for sure.”

“Another match of mentor vs. student.”

Despite the – admittedly, quite loud comments circulating the arena of the dancer’s anticipation between the first match of the Aces, (Y/N) could only focus her attention on the woman in front of her.

She stands tall beside Amy, confident of the fact that there is a 90 percent chance Baby Sleek will choose her as her opponent.

“Baby Sleek of Wolf’Lo, who will you choose as your opponent for this Battle?” Kang Daniel asks. “Amy of 1 Million, or (Y/N) of Jam Republic?”

There was no contemplation, no hesitation, as Baby Sleek brings the mic up to her lips as she announces: “I admire your braveness and boldness to challenge me, but I have already decided when I saw the two of you.”

Everyone listened intensely to every word Baby Sleek said. The entire arena falls silent as she pauses for dramatic effect, awaiting to see who she chose.

 “So, (Y/N) of Jam Republic, show me what you’ve got.”

(Y/N) grins as soon as she hears her name, clapping her hands and bowing down to Baby Sleek and Amy. She might lose this battle, but the fact that the strongest battler here chose her as her opponent is an immense honor to have.

As (Y/N) was thrilled yet frightened she got picked, Amy went back to 1 Million feeling dejected.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Her teammates comforted her, knowing how much she wanted to battle Baby Sleek. She gave them a reassuring smile despite it all.

Team Jam Republic’s cheers were the loudest, amongst the other crews. Yet, as you look closely, two dancers made their way towards the front. They tried to seem as nonchalant as possible, but on the inside, they’re eager to see you put your best into this battle.

Haechi and Lusher notices it though, nudging another member to gesture at their friend who’s now standing in front with their arms crossed, eyes focused solely on the ballerina of the pink team.

“This’ll be bloody,” Monika says. Eyes trained on the two dancers currently preparing for their battle along with her fellow judges.

“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” Jam Republic cheers, holding up their pink banners.

No words were exchanged between the two Aces, only sharing knowing smiles and teasing smirks.

“Let’s begin the battle between the two Ace dancers now. You guys ready?” Kang Daniel asks teasingly, causing (Y/N) to grin as it helped her loosen up and started bouncing on the spot.

This is it. The battle she’d been waiting for, the battle they’d all been waiting for.

Hip Hop Beast vs. Prima Ballerina.

Unbeatable Mentor vs. Prodigy Student.

The battle of the season.

Everyone’s at the edge of their seat, the lights dimmed, and the music starts to play.

“Headbanger.”

 Shouts of awe and excitement commenced as they witnessed, yet again, the sudden change of expression from (Y/N)’s face. The once smiling and bouncing girl now sported her famous siren eyes once Get Ur Freak On by Missy Elliott starts playing.

Locking and popping wasn’t (Y/N)’s usual style, but when she factors in her flexibility – her strongest skill, she’s quite good at it. Given the mood and flow of the song, she opted to use that style. Hitting each beat with precision, and with the impressed noise from the audiences, she’d say she’s doing well.

Baby Sleek tried to keep her face straight even though she’s thoroughly impressed with how much her student had grown. (Y/N)’s impressive, she’ll give her that, but she’s still lacking in experience compared to her. Yet, she reminds herself, she isn’t just any ordinary student, she’s a prodigy for a reason. For the first time in quite a while, she felt nervous in a battle.

(Y/N) kept eye contact with Baby Sleek all the time, coming up near her former mentor’s face, gesturing a “listen to me now” before spinning back in her space. Baby Sleek smirked, before letting out an impressed clap and shout when she did an illusion turn and an inside leg turn in one go.

“Yeah, (Y/N) let’s go!” Audrey yells from the sidelines. Seems that Baby Sleek’s not the only one impressed by the endless number of tricks and skills (Y/N) seems to possess as Monika stands up from her seat with a shout.

Chocol knew the ballerina from the pink team is a formidable opponent after their battle together, but she didn’t know that she’s also an experienced competitor. That’s made abundantly clear when the slight nervousness she notices on (Y/N)’s face at the beginning slowly fades away the longer she dances.

It’s like she’s in her element. Nothing else matters when she dances. Chocol doesn’t notice it, but it’s like she’s being pulled towards her the longer she watches.

Unconsciously, (Y/N) had her wishing – if it’s possible, to someday be a part of her world.

She shakes her head at the ridiculous thought. (Y/N)’s out there dancing and she’s here quoting Little Mermaid. How ridiculous was that?

Bada, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to hide how impressed she was of her anymore. (Y/N) of Jam Republic is a phenomenal dancer and battler, why bother hiding how impressed she was?

She stands to the side while watching you closely with a grin on her face. Yeah, it’s settled, she’s getting your number after today’s filming. She’d be a fool if she leaves today without getting a chance to know you better.

Kang Daniel begins the last 5 seconds of her time, so she takes the opportunity to end her time by doing turns, down to a middle split before standing up again without the use of her hands.

(Y/N) puts her best techniques in this battle. She might lose (though a small part of her wishes she doesn’t), but she’s satisfied with the performance. Guessing by the cheers amongst her crew and others, she did well.

It was Baby Sleek’s turn, and from the start, (Y/N) knew it was a losing battle. It was really different from watching her mentor teach her to having a dance off. Baby Sleek really is a monster in this part of the competition – but so is she.

Both dancers bowed down to the other after the timer is up, facing the judges with hearts on their throats and fidgeting with their fingers.

The world around them blurred – becoming a hazy vision as they could only focus at the judges who are visibly having a difficult time choosing between the two of them. And then, the cards turned.

Mike and Shownu showed both cards – pink and yellow.

Monika chose pink.

It was a rematch, but (Y/N) was bewildered.

Never in a million years could she imagine a rematch with her mentor when it comes to a dance battle, much less having one more point than her.

Even Kang Daniel was shocked at the result, letting out an excited chuckle as he announces a rematch.

The whole arena went crazy at the results. Jam Republic members even more ecstatic and shock at the side of Wolf’Lo. And for the first time since the beginning of the Battle of the Ace, Baby Sleek is nervous.

“This is so crazy!” Bada says to Lushes, “Baby Sleek went against her old students and lost by a point so far!”

“Unnie, your fangirl is showing!” Lusher teases, receiving a light shove on her shoulder curtesy of their leader.

“LET’S GO (Y/N)!” Audrey cheered loudly from the sidelines, causing the woman to snap out of her shocked gaze just in time when the music starts.

A slashing metal sound echoed through the studio, and as if it’s her body’s natural reaction to follow through with the music, (Y/N)’s back bends.

Screams of awe and impress can be heard once again from the dancers and judges at the opening move of the Jam Republic dancer once You Should See Me in a Crown by Billie Eilish starts playing.

“This is crazy! This is so crazyyyy!” Bada yells, watching the battle unfold right before her eyes – mostly trained to the ballerina dancer in front of her.

“Yah, I’m getting nervous now!” Chocol yells, “Jam Republic really brought their big guns with them!”

“Forget big guns, they brought a machine gun with them!” Mini replies with a yell, eyes also trained to the battle.

While the leader of Jam Republic is busy hyping up her team mate on the dance floor, Halo, the leader of Wolf’Lo, could feel sweat forming at her hands the longer she watches.

They were confident with choosing Baby Sleek as their Ace, as their hidden wild card, they all collectively agreed that she can beat anyone in this room when it comes to freestyle dancing. Yet, this ballerina from Jam Republic continues to threaten their place in the hierarchy.

As the two dance – Halo fears that with the charisma and skills of (Y/N), Baby Sleek might lose this battle for the first time in a long while.

It was a blur for the dancer of Jam Republic, one minute she was dancing to the feel of the song, the next the timer was up and done.

Her chest heaved in a mix of adrenaline, anxiety, and anxiousness for the results. Baby Sleek, as if sensing her inner demons, walks up to her and wraps her for a side hug as they wait for the results.

“Judges, are you ready?” Kang Daniel asks.

“No, wait please!” Monika says, “why did you make it harder for me?!” she whines, stomping on her feet as she looks at the dancers causing everyone to laugh.

“Waahhh…!” Mike Song groans as he stares at the cards.

A minute later, all the judges nodded in agreement with their choices.

“Judges, card open.”

Everyone’s at the edge of their seats, wanting to witness who the winner of the battle is. (Y/N) squeezes her arms around her former mentor, pressing her head against her chest, feeling comforted at the rapid beating of Baby Sleek’s heart.

As if in slow motion, the judges turn their cards.

1 yellow.

2 pink.

(Y/N) just won a battle against her mentor.

“YES!” Audrey and Emma yells, jumping off their seats in excitement.

Ling, Latrice, and Kirsten stand up with a clap from excitement as well.

Everyone else yells in awe at the outcome of the battle – Wolf’Lo especially, though more impressed than anything else.

As chaos ensues around them, it took all off (Y/N)’s will power to not sob on the spot when she hugs Baby Sleek tightly and burrows her head on her chest.

The older woman chuckles at the action, hugging her back just as tight whilst smoothening her hair on the back.

“Aigoo, aigoo, don’t cry. You did so well!”

“Don’t say that please, I’m trying so hard to not cry right now!”

Baby Sleek burst out into laughter as she hears her muffled voice. They stayed that way for a couple more seconds, before (Y/N) pulls away.

Baby Sleek shows a fond smile at her former student, brushing her hair back a squeeze her cheeks. “Well done.”

Try as she might, (Y/N) can’t stop a grin and the single tear sliding down her cheek. Baby Sleek brushes it away with a fond smile before patting her head and leading her to the side of Wolf’Lo and handing her two cards to place on their board.

Everyone watches them in silence, taking in the sweet mother-daughter aura the two of them emits. The members of Wolf’Lo, despite being a bit bitter at the loss, can’t help but smile at the action of their oldest member.

After (Y/N) places the cards on their board, Baby Sleek wrapped an arm around her shoulder to stand in front of the yellow team.

With a big grin on her face, she points at (Y/N) and says: “this is my student.”

~ ~ ~

With the Ace Battle finish in which (Y/N) had to battle against Rena of Tsubakill– winning the battle, it skyrocketed the position of Jam Republic into 2nd Place after the battle with the team Tsubakill.

Back in the comfort of their own room, the members celebrated by dancing and acting silly in front of the camera stationed inside. Kirsten and Latrice twerked around while Ling and (Y/N) stayed at the back, watching them have fun and act all silly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Audrey begins, taking (Y/N) by the arm and dragging her in front of the camera. “Jam Republic’s MVP for today….(Y/N) BAE!!!”

The rest of the members cheers, making a fan with their hands around (Y/N)’s blushing form.

“No pictures, no pictures please.” Kirsten mocks, pretending to shield (Y/N) whilst Latrice follows suit by pretending to talk to an ear piece and having an arm in front of her.

“Stop it,” (Y/N) groans as she buries her face in her hands.

“Well done ladies,” Kirsten says pulling everyone for a group hug, “we did it. We really did it.”

“I’m really proud of us.” Ling comments.

“I can finally sleep after this,” Latrice says jokingly to which (Y/N) agrees.

“Well this was an intense day,” Emma commented, plopping down on the couch next to Ling as she drinks her water.

“But it was fun though, I haven’t battled since I was 9 or 11.” Kirsten replies, taking a seat next to (Y/N) who was stretching out her legs.

“This one, on the other hand,” their leader begins, signaling the ballerina. “Definitely showed years of skills, techniques, and showed them all what she got.”

“The only reason why Wolf’Lo had 3 loses!” (Y/N) could feel her face heat up at Latrice’s comment, feeling all eyes on her.

“But that was really brave off you for volunteering as our Ace,” Kirsten pats her thigh. “Honestly, I think we wouldn’t have placed higher if it wasn’t for you.”

(Y/N) shakes her head immediately, “are you kidding me? I didn’t do all the work, you guys were amazing out there!”

“Yeah, but you really saved us out there in the Ace Battle.” Ling added, “plus, battling against the top battlers in this competition is insane. And winning them?”

“Damn girl,” Emma sends the girl a teasing smirk. “No need to be so humble, take the compliment.”

(Y/N) was about to reply but was then cut off by Latrice who suddenly let out a giggle. “She didn’t only win those battles.”

Kirsten met her eyes and suddenly understands, wrapping an arm around her younger team mate and squeezed her shoulders. (Y/N) shifts her gaze between the two of them in confusion.

“What?”

“Let’s just say, hearts were also won this day.” Kirsten and the rest of the girls could only laugh at the confused look painted on her face.

“What? What’s happening?” (Y/N) asks, shifting her eyes at her members who only shakes their head with a smile.

“You’ll find out.” Ling says as she leans back on the couch, “eventually.”

The screen in front suddenly went on, showing Kang Daniel and the rules for the next Mission. Jam Republic falls silent, eager to know what he has to say.

“Street Woman Fighter 2, the first Mission: No Respect Battle with the Weakest Dancer. Did it help you figure out the other crews?”

“Yes, absolutely,” Ling nods her head in agreement.

“To try and secure your ranking or go up the ranking, here’s the next mission that you’ll have to face soon.”

(Y/N) clasps her hands in anticipation – she, along with Ling, watched the first season of Street Woman Fighter. So if they are following the flow of the first season, that means…

“You next mission is…Class Mission.”

“Eyyy!” Ling and (Y/N) looks at each other with understanding, holding out their hands.

“In the Class Mission, the elite members of each crew will be assigned to four classes: The Leader Class, Sub-leader Class, Middle Class, and Rookie Class. Each class will finish a dance video.” Kang Daniel explains.

“Okay,” Kirsten leans forward, grasping the knowledge for the next mission.

“In each class, there will be one main dancer,” Kang Daniel explains further, “to be the protagonist of each dance video. The main dancer will get extra points, stand at the center of the video, and direct the dance video.”

“It also says the Main Dancer will get an extra 100 points,” (Y/N) translates for them. Jam Republic nodded their heads in understanding before listening to Kang Daniel again.

“Individual scores will be given out in the Class Mission. The points will be distributed differently in each class.”

“Individual scores? Individual scores from?” Kirsten asks.

“The three judges will rank the dancers of each class from 1st to 8th places. The individual scores will be based on the rankings. 100 for 1st, and 30 for last.”

“Individual scores didn’t exist before, right?” (Y/N) asks Ling.

“No, I don’t recall.” Ling replies, “it’s all about survival now.”

“Oh shoot.” (Y/N) cranes her neck, pushing her shoulders back – preparing herself mentally for the next mission.

“So, we’re gonna rank high in every single one if not be the main dancers.” Ling says to which everyone agrees.

“Yes. Just take over.” Latrice replies with a confident smile.

“In No Respect, Battle with the weakest dance, we had announced that the first-place crew would receive a huge benefit.”

“Damn, let’s aim for first place next time.” (Y/N) says as they watch Kang Daniel.

“The benefit for the first-place crew, to help you start the mission at an advantage is…that we’ll tell you the lineups for all seven crews.”

“Ahh,” Emma starts, “that’s a really good advantage.”

“Yeah, they can strategically place the most suited member they think will win the Main Dancer position for each class.” Audrey comments.

A knock from the front door alerts the crew, it opens and a staff from the show requests for Kirsten to pick the members for each class. In less than 30 minutes, Kirsten comes back with the crew and tells them her decision and the girls she selected for each class.

Leader Class – Kirsten

Sub-Leader Class – Latrice

Middle Class – (Y/N) and Audrey

Rookie Class – Emma

With the collaboration of producers around Korea, each producer and musicians who made the song for each class was introduced along with a short clip of the music they need to make aa choreography for.

“In 12 hours, you will present your 30 second choreography to your class members.” Kang Daniel finishes his explanation and the screen turns black.

“Okay girls, let’s pull this Mission off!” Kirsten yells, standing up from her seat with a clap as they began packing and starts heading off for their hotels.

Audrey and (Y/N) share a room together, which makes it easier for them to work on their piece. Additionally, they had a history of dancing and creating choreography together long before participating in the show. With their ambition and history, there is no room for failure in their books.

As they prepare to leave the building of the studio, someone calls out to (Y/N). They stop and look back too see Baby Sleek and the rest of Wolf’Lo, seemingly also on their way to head home as well.

“Hi!” (Y/N) greets them with a smile and a wave, followed by the rest of her members. They all exchanges pleasantries with one another as Baby Sleek turns her attention to her.

“Heading home too?” Baby Sleek asks while adjusting the strap of her bag.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) confirms. “We wanted to get a bit of rest first before working on our pieces. It’s been a hectic day.”

Baby Sleek nods in understanding, before she can say anything else, Mini suddenly appears at her side. Arm linked tightly around Chocol who was dragged there unwillingly.

The rest of the Jam Republic silently watches the face of the orange-haired member. Taking note of the small blush on her ears despite the cap covering most of their vision of her face.

“You were amazing out there!” She begins, “that no hand stand you did right after split? The illusion one leg turn thing? Oh my gosh you must teach me how you did that!”

“Mini,” Halo scolds, “she and Baby Sleek were talking. Don’t be so rude.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” (Y/N) and Baby Sleek dismisses, “and sure! I’d love to teach you how to do it. Ideally when we have a long break between shooting soon.”

Mini claps her hand in excitement. “That’s great! I cannot stress enough how amazing you were out there again. We should hang out sometime, right Chocol?”

Mini, Baby Sleek, and (Y/N) turn their gazes towards the orange-haired member.

Chocol froze in her spot. The other members are busy conversing with one another while waiting for their ride home, so she can’t escape this situation Mini placed her in.

As she meets the bright eyes and smiling face of (Y/N), Chocol could feel her palms sweat and face heating up.

“Mhm. Yeah, sure.” She forces out, shoving her hands on the pockets of her hands. Ignoring the wide-eyed look Mini sent her way and the way Baby Sleek rolls her eyes.

(Y/N), sensing the awkward atmosphere around them, just smiles and says, “yeah! Let’s do that, can I have your number so we can schedule and talk about it?” She asks, fishing out her phone from her pocket.

Chocol takes note of the pink case of her phone with a butterfly design.

“Oh no, I don’t know my number yet. And my phone is dead…” Baby Sleek furrows her eyebrows at the obvious fake tone of Mini’s voice. Crossing her arms as she leans her wight on one side with a questioning look towards Mini who was twirling her pink hair.

“But Chocol does! You can have her number and I can get it from her once I get home!” Mini shoves Chocol in front of her.

(Y/N) sand Chocol blushes at the close proximity between them at Mini’s action, letting a small, nervous chuckle as the both of them leans back and (Y/N) hands Chocol her phone.

“(Y/N), the ride is here.” Emma says as the black van pulls up in front of them and the security opens the door for them.

The mentioned girl turns and nods towards her fellow member as they board the van one by one after bidding farewell to the orange team.

Chocol hands her back her phone, once again blinded by the bright smile on her face.

“Thank you! You were amazing during the battle earlier by the way.” (Y/N) says, bouncing lightly on her feet. “I have to go now, it was nice meeting and catching up with you.”

Baby Sleek and Mini returns her sentiments as Chocol could only respond with a small smile and a nod.

(Y/N) and Baby Sleek hugged each other before the former girl enters the van. The door was shut before driving off, the orange team continuing to wave their hands until the van was no where in sight.

Silence then envelopes the team as they waited for their own ride.

“Really?” Mini asks, side eyeing Chocol.

“Shut up,” Chocol responds. Pulling her cap down more to hide the redness of her face.

“Pathetic.”

“Shut up!”

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[mikachacha]

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 (𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: you're reminiscing about your crazy and beautiful relationship with Chocol

Warnings: I honestly forgot if I placed some f bombs or things there so language i guess? And tooth rotting fluff

(A/N: I AM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS ONE AND I REALLY HOPE THAT I AM GIVING HER JUSTICE 😭😭 IM SORRY IF THIS DISAPPOINTS FOR THOSE WHO ADORES CHOCOL)

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When people mention Chocol, they immediately think that it's this cool dancer from Wolf'lo. That she looks completely unapproachable and so much more but if someone asks you to describe the said dancer, your answer would definitely be the opposite with how the people perceive her. She's your Gayoung as you're one of the few people who gets to call her that. She may be 36 but she still acts like a baby when the two of you are alone. She's whiny, she's fun, she's a bit crazy but she's the most loving person you've ever met. Most of all, she's your wife.

You met Chocol when there was an event and you happened to be there as you work backstage for doing the performers' make ups. She was the easiest to work with and you chatted with her for a bit before she went to perform with her crew. You were amazed by her and her crew, you thought they were so amazing that you couldn't resist asking them for a picture. You met her a couple more times until one night, she invited you to come hang out with them. You were a bit shy at first but they immediately made you feel welcomed. You started hanging out with them, they'd even teach you how to dance and Chocol gets really really proud when you get the steps right that would make the others tease you both. Soon, the hang outs evolved to you and Chocol going out together, just getting to know one another some more before you found the courage to confess to her, on her birthday.

It was a small celebration with her crew and some friends. Everyone was having fun eating and drinking around while you sat with her, seemingly nervous about something. She was very much concerned about you until you held her hand and blurted out your confession. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment and your eyes showed fear and confusion. You wanted to get out of there just in case she rejects you but she didn't, instead, she kissed you right in front of everyone. Her crew gave dramatic sighs and someone shouted 'finally!' as if they were all anticipating the moment to finally come. Chocol just flipped them off that earned a laugh from everyone.

Dating wasn't easy, especially when being with a same sex lover isn't that common or it is but people chose to hide it knowing how judgmental society could get. You wanted to keep it a secret but your girlfriend has a different idea. She wants to keep you private but definitely not a secret so she made it public that the two of you are dating.

There were fights here and there but it made your relationship much stronger until you reached three years with her. Then this year, the two of you got married since same-sex marriage is finally a thing in Korea. You couldn't be any happier being married with her even though there were lots of things that could have prevented the marriage like your parents.

"You seem deep in thoughts baby.. What's wrong?" Chocol asked as she noticed you weren't really talking much. She's gotten so used to your talkative side that it immediately concerns her when you're quiet.

"I'm just thinking about how crazy our relationship is.. I mean, who would've thought that such fine dancer would fall for a make up artist and now married to her?" you chuckle and she just smiles, thinking about it as well. She wasn't really thinking about being in a relationship with a woman before but now she couldn't imagine life without you in it.

"Well the make up artist is really pretty and very kind.. What's there to not fall into? And now I can safely call her my wife.. It still feels like I won the lottery with all this." she says and you giggled, sharing a sweet kiss with her.

"Though what made you continue with our marriage? You know our parents are really against it.. Especially mine. They tried to bribe you with my whole inheritance just so you'd stop seeing me." you asked. You're still mad about your parents pulling that but your wife just laughs at it every single time.

"Damn, I should've taken the money.." she says while laughing. You looked at her, confusion visible on your face and she only pinched your cheeks. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you're married to a crazy person, especially when she's like this.

"And why is that? You regret marrying me?" you asked, shooting her a glare that made her laugh even more. Yup. You can confirm that you married a crazy person and it's too late to get a refund now.

"I mean, we get the money all to ourselves then I kidnap you. We'll live somewhere far away." she says and you shook your head, amused. Leave it to your wife to come up with the most ridiculous ideas.

"Sometimes I want to get a refund ticket for marrying you.." you said in a joking manner while she gasped, looking at you like she was greatly offended but both of you just bursted laughing. This is why you and her immediately clicked, you match each other's energy perfectly.

[yveslogy]

after i submit all of my plots for our incoming sisterhood, i’ll write all your requests.

[bunnyabricot]

Character moodboard🍒

AKA CHERRY🍒

✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader

for now..

Featuring Chocol ˙ ✩°˖

Jealousy

[cool-fancier]

The Pocky Challenge

Synopsis: Chocol's friends suggested to do the Pocky Challenge, leading to a sweet and unexpected kiss and the confession of mutual feelings.

You'd known Chocol for a good while now. She was a sweet and lively person who always brighten your day.

You went to the park with Chocol and her five friends Halo,Mini,Baby Sleek,YeniCho and Haechi Wang.One bright afternoon when they chose to hang out. Although they all knew deep down that Chocol was crushing on you, they planned a pleasant activity for today to help you two become closer.

"You know, Chocol is such an amazing person," said Yeni Chi, one of her friends, leaning closer. "We thought it'd be fun to suggest a little game to bring you two even closer."

After exchanging glances, the group turned to face you. Halo said, "How about we suggest something fun? A little game that might help you both bond even more."

Curious, you arched an eyebrow. "A game? What do you have in mind?"

Baby Sleek explained, "It's called the Pocky Challenge. You and Chocol each take one end of a Pocky stick, and you both start eating towards the center. The goal is to get as close as you can without breaking the stick."

You glanced at Chocol, who was chatting away with the other girls without letting you know about their plans.  Her smile drew you in, making it impossible to avoid her. "Sure, why not? Let's give it a try Y/N."

The group cheered quietly, and Haechi handed you a Pocky stick. Chocol returned, and you both sat down facing each other, each taking an end of the Pocky stick.

Chocol said, "This is a cute idea," while giggling. I've never done the Pocky Challenge before."

Grinning, you said, "Me neither, but it sounds like fun."

It was harder than it seemed as you both took the first nibbles. You had to lean in, and with each bite, you got closer to Chocol. It felt as though everything around you vanished, leaving the two of you alone. There was less space between you two now, and the tension in the air was obvious.  It was nerve-wracking as well as exhilarating.

The girls exchanged knowing glances, satisfied that they had created a memorable moment for the two of you.

As the Pocky stick continued to shrink, and your faces drew closer, the atmosphere between you was electric. You made the decision to give the Pocky Challenge a light twist.  With just a tiny piece of the stick remaining, you leaned in and, instead of eating it, you gently pressed your lips to Chocol's. It was a sweet and unexpected kiss, filled with the warmth of the moment and the realization of your growing feelings for each other.

Chocol, taken by surprise, blushed but then smiled, her eyes sparkling. "That was a lovely surprise," she whispered.

Grinning, you said, "I couldn't resist. Sometimes you just need to take a risk."

When your eyes met Chocol's, you said, "Chocol, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Chocol's heart raced as she looked at you with anticipation. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath and confessed, "I really enjoy spending time with you. In fact, I think I might have more than just these friendly feelings for you."

Chocol grinned and her eyes brightened. "I have the same feelings. You've been on my mind for such a long time Y/N."

Halo,Mini,Baby Sleek,Yeni Cho and Haechi who had been watching your Pocky Challenge couldn't help but cheer quietly, realising that their matchmaking game had succeeded.Chocol's best friend, Haechi, winked at her, silently celebrating the moment.

Now that you both knew how you felt, you and Chocol made the decision to officially start your relationship. You left the park with your partner in hand, taking with you the memories of a special and charming start to your love journey as well as the empty Pocky box.

[phoxey]

Chocol doesn’t have enough fluff, i will write Chocol fluff. Yes. Consider it done.

[gayoung-lover]

headcanons ✿ the things chocol does when she is dating someone younger

• Every time you and Gayoung have a date, she will always pay the bill—she won’t let you split it, and she certainly won’t let you pay it. Also, every time she will pick you up and drop you off, opening the door and closing it for you—if you allow her, she will buckle your seatbelt.

• She's the kind of person who takes care of the little details—whether it's kneeling down to tie your undone shoelaces or making sure your crop top stays perfectly in place. Not only that, but Gayoung will tell you if your lipstick needs a touch-up or if there's something on your cheeks that needs to be cleaned up—wiping it up for you. 

• Gayoung is incredibly protective of your well-being, carefully observing your surroundings to make sure everything is okay. Being older, she's quick to detect any flirtatious or unsettling behavior from others before you do—stepping in and making sure the person and everyone knows that she is dating you.

• She dedicates every moment to you—feel like talking about your current favorite band? She's all ears. Do you want to be held in her arms? She gladly does so. Craving kisses? She showers you with them. Sometimes, you don't even have to say it out loud; she reads it in your expression and gladly complies. 

[b1ackbunny]

❦ 𝐁1𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄-𝗂𝗇-𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗆𝖾 😭

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌: 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐! (𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇)

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖿!! 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍!

𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐/ 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼𝗌)

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𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖡𝖠𝖣𝖠 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. #𝖣𝖳𝖡4𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 (𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾)

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤𝖱

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

chapters: 00, 01, 02, 03, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖣1 𝖲𝖨𝖬𝖯

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖱 𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸 𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖦

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖧 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖬𝖸𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝖶𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧 (𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖲𝖮𝖶𝖮𝖤𝖭 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖧𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 (𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐆𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖢𝖮𝖫 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦

02. 𝖢𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞-𝐣𝐢)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖢𝖧𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖢𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖤

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐢 (𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 (𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐍𝐨𝐳𝐞 (𝐍𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐞)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖭𝖮𝖹𝖤 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖡𝖮𝖡 𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖪𝖤𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

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[diana-rose25]

— Let's Dance

TEASER!

pairing/s: BEBE! Bada Lee x Jam Republic! Reader x Wolf'Lo! Chocol

warnings: None so far, an unrealistic description of being an exchange foreign student, might confuse some words in ballet (as most of them are only through research and not based on experience).

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballerina and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, JAM REPUBLIC. Making the team's aura and presence far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers.

"They're the last one to enter."

"This crew is intimidating."

These are just some of the comments circulating around the arena as they waited for the last and final crew to come out.

"It's amazing that JAM REPUBLIC is here," Akanen, Tsubakill's leader, stated in awe. Looking at the empty space where the last crew of the show have yet to enter the small arena.

A certain buzz was felt in the air as the other contestants waited for the anticipated arrival of JAM REPUBLIC. More notably, they were excited to meet the celebrity of all dancers, Kirsten Dodgen.

"We'll see Kirsten in person," Biggy stated admiringly.

Dancers expressed their love and admiration for the pink crew's leader and her arrival. One member from Deep N' Dap even stated that she cried when Kirsten cancelled on her classes due to visa issues after she signed up for all four of her classes. Her leader, Mina Myoung, promptly scolded her. Stating firmly that "this is a serious competition." Despite this, two of her members joked around, lifting up the atmosphere that turned heavy just before.

The longer the dancers wait, the more nervous and excited they get to finally meet the members of the crew.

"Wah, Kirsten is here," Yeni, a member of Wolf'Lo stated. The said woman bounced a little on her seat, the adrenaline rush pumping into very veins so fast she could barely contain it.

"Hey," she perked up, turning to Baby Sleek as she remembered something important.

"Hey Baby Sleek, is it true that (Y/N) was once your student?" Her question caused all the members to look at their oldest curiously and for confirmation.

A fond smile crossed Baby Sleek's face as she shrugged her shoulder. "Yeah," she confirms making her members awe and shout in disbelief as she rarely takes in students. "She was for a short while. (Y/N) trained under me for more or less than three years." The other crew turned to Wolf'Lo when they heard the commotion, curious to know what made them react in such a way.

"Wow, what was she like?" Haechi questioned. "Is she really that pretty in real life?"

Baby Sleek nodded, "when I first met her, I was so shocked at how pretty that kid is. I thought she was an idol. In my mind I was like, what the hell? How can this kid be so pretty at her age?" The members laughed at the whiny tone of her voice.

"But putting her looks aside, (Y/N) really is a monster at dance. A natural. At first, I was hesitant at her skills since she is more focused on the ballet genre, but after a few lessons, the girl was a beast. As if she was dancing hip-hop since she could walk! Of course, there were times where she would struggle with something, but her dedication and hard work pushed her through it all. It was really admirable."

The other members were floored at the high regards and compliments Baby Sleek showered you in. Suddenly feeling much more intimidated by the crew that isn't even present yet. Yeni, Haechi, and Halo nodded for the respect they felt for the Jam Republic member while Chocol and Mini sat rigidly in their seat.

"Yah, I'm starting to regret picking her as my No Respect Dancer," Mini laughed nervously before faking a cry and shoving her hands to cover her face. "Why didn't you say that before we pick the weakest dancers?!" She whined.

"They're not even here yet calm down," Chocol said, patting Mini on the shoulder in a mock comfort. "Have confidence, we can probably give her a good fight and win at the end of the day."

Halo and Baby Sleek giggle at the antics of their members and nodded encouragingly.

"Aya, don't mind. The both of you probably have more freestyle and dance battle experience than her. Don't doubt your capabilities now," Halo, their leader, commented while patting their heads.

"Right. Be confident, but keep your guard up. We saw her list of accomplishments before, so let's be prepared." Baby Sleek said seriously, shaking her hands a little to expel the nerves of the upcoming competition as her mind slowly shifts into battle mode.

〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Meanwhile, the pink crew of Jam Republic waited patiently for their cue to enter the arena in their given room.

(Y/N) tapped her hands against her thighs repeatedly. "I'm so excited and nervous at the same time."

Her members giggled at her but also felt the same energy as her. Ling, who sat next to her on her right, held her right hand to squeeze it gently for a few times.

"Me too. But don't worry, we got this." (Y/N) smiled at her as she intertwined their fingers together and squeezed her hand back.

"You'll be fine girl, we got your back." Latrice said, smilingly comfortingly at her as she sat next to Emma who gave you a nod and a finger heart to which you giggled.

Audrey, who sat next to her, leaned her head against her shoulder and looped her arm around her. "Yeah, calm down and let's just have fun! There's nothing to worry about." (Y/N) smiled fondly at the youngest member of the group, patting her knee in gratitude.

"I mean come on," Kirsten said, clapping her hands out of excitement and to hype her fellow members up, "this is us we're talking about!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" (Y/N) shouted, now pumped and excited, "Let's do this!" The girls laughed at her sudden mood change and hyped each other up even more. Even though some of them just met a couple of days ago, they were now starting to form a bond with each other. She smiled at the sight before her, feeling the warmth that bloomed in her chest, leaning back on the couch to compose herself.

The moment (Y/N) closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the TV screen came to life, signaling to their crew that it was time to enter the arena. The Jam Republic girls simultaneously yelled in surprise and excitement. Feeling gittery, Kirsten stood up and the rest of the girls followed her lead.

"Okay guys, are we ready?" She asked.

The members giggled a positive response albeit the nervous, quiet laughter that accompanied it as they form a circle.

"Shall we do this?" Kristen asked, placing a hand in front and the members followed one-by-one. "Entrance is going to be fire, three, two, one, wee!"

"Wee!" They followed along, laughing and giggling as they exited their room and walked towards the arena.

"Let's Dance!"

— ©All Rights Reserved diana-rose25

[diana-rose-25]

— Let's Dance

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

Style Inspiration

pairing/s: BEBE! Bada Lee x Jam Republic! Reader x Wolf'Lo! Chocol

warnings: None so far, an unrealistic description of being an exchange foreign student, might confuse some words in ballet (as most of them are only through research and not based on experience).

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballet and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, Jam Republic. Making the team's aura far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers.

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"Monika, our fight judge. What will be your criteria today?" Kang Daniel, the host, asked Monika once the commotion has died down. 

"Honestly, some of the dance leaders here have been a dance contest judge for a long time. So, I dare say, I'll be cruelly objective and consider only what I see here. I won't consider my seniors' achievements in the past but only by result."

Shownu followed up next. “Based on what I’ve learned in my music career, and my sincere love for this show, I’ll evaluate your dance honestly.”

“Everybody in here is a professional. I don’t need to tell you that, and it’s going to be whoever’s day it is today. I have much respect for all of you guys. I’ll do my best to be a perfect judge for you today.” Mike Song concluded. 

(Y/N) nodded and clapped in appreciation. The fact that the judges said their objectives loudly and unapologetically made her breathe a sigh of relief. Especially since her senior and former teacher, Baby Sleek, is a participant of this competition. In her mind, and mostly the minds of the others, Baby Sleek is untouchable on the dance floor. 

Her heart dropped at the thought of battling one-on-one with her former teacher. She is confident in her skills and talent on the dance floor, but facing off against Baby Sleek – she’ll be lucky if she even gets one vote from the judges. Everything she learned about freestyle dancing and hip hop stems from her. 

The final person to be introduced was none other than DJ SOM before the rules of the challenge were explained. Each dancer will be given 40 seconds to dance. When it’s over, the judges will hold up their cards to decide the winner. But if two or more judges ask for a rematch, the two dancers will dance at the same time to determine the winner. According to the results, the crew will get a chip to put it on the crew board and count the wins and losses. 

“No Respect, Battle with the Weakest Dancer. We’ll begin Round One!” The room burst into cheers once again when Kang Daniel announced the official start of the battle. 

(Y/N) held up her interlinked hands with Ling and Emma as she cheered and stomped her feet in excitement. “Let’s go!” 

“Oh my gosh, it’s starting!” Ling exclaimed, turning from side to side to warm up her body.

“I’m so nervous right now,” Emma admitted and leaned against (Y/N). The older girl giggled at her team mate and wrapped her arm around her. Running her hand up and down against the younger one’s arm to soothe her nerves. 

“I know! Me too, but this is all so exciting!” 

“Easy for you to say,” Ling nudged her. “You’re the most experienced freestyle battler in here other than Emma.” 

“That doesn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking, Ling.” She nudged the girl back and squeezed her hand. They turned their attention back to the MC as he’s about to announce who will open the first dance battle of the season. “Who do you think it’s going to be?” 

(Y/N) shrugged, “I don’t know. Hopefully they start out the season with a bang.” 

“The first dancer for the first battle is…” 

Jam Republic leaned in their seats in anticipation, holding their breath for as long as Kang Daniel trailed off. Hearts throbbing against their chest.

“From 1MILLION, Redy.” The 1MILLION crew immediately stands up from their seat to cheer their fellow member on. A tall girl clad in white cap, white long-sleeved clothing, and dark jeans stands up and makes her way down the seats. 

From what (Y/N) could recall from the evaluation, Redy started dancing at 16 years old with a unique style. To her surprise, Redy was older than her by 2 years despite looking so young. 

“I wonder who her No Respect Dancer is,” (Y/N) thought as she leaned back in her seat. “Do you think it’s one of us?” 

“Doubt it,” answered Emma. “she might pick someone whose style is completely different from her. Or pick someone she has a bad blood with, it’s not uncommon.”

(Y/N) hummed in agreement, feeling her body relax. What Emma said earlier was true, it isn’t uncommon when it comes to dance offs. Some people tend to choose their opponents based on their past. Personally, she finds the means distasteful and unprofessional; but, it can’t be helped. She, herself, had experienced to being picked for the same reason when she was on competitions. 

“If she picks someone she has beef with, do you think she’ll give us a good fight or not?” Emma shook her head in response. 

“Probably not, it’s usually not a good idea to pick someone from the past. Emotions and tensions could rise and get in the way of a good freestyle.” 

“That’s true,” (Y/N) nodded as she watches Redy walk in front to the center of the arena with a microphone between her hands. 

As Redy started to speak, she walked towards the space of Wolf’Lo, surprising them and (Y/N). “Oh my gosh is she picking one of them?” The girl held her hand up to her mouth in shock when the girl clad in white continued to walk towards the orange team.

“The No Respect Dancer, I choose…” Redy trailed off once again and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her braveness if she ever picks one of the dancer from Wolf’Lo. 

She then turned to the other way, making (Y/N) puff out her cheeks in disappointment. As heavy as the tension is right now, one member of Wolf’Lo couldn’t help but grin at her adorable (from what she noticed so far) mannerisms. 

Jam Republic watches as Redy takes a u turn and walks to the other side of the arena as she announces who her No Respect Dancer is, “it’s Bada of BEBE.” 

The arena erupted in cheers. (Y/N) shoots up from her seat with a squeal and watches as Bada nods her head and stands up, flipping the bottled water in her hand as she did so. 

“That was so cool,” she whispered with a quiet, girlish giggle. Ling and Emma laughed at their team member and joined her as she stands up, wanting to see the commotion clearly. 

“Bada isn’t even dancing yet,” Ling teased to which (Y/N) just hushed her. 

“She’s the famous, trendy choreographer right?” The ballet dancer nodded to Emma’s question.

“Her strongest link is making choreographies. Most popular K-pop dances was made by her. Since she’s more known for her choreographed works, I’m excited to see her freestyle.”  

The two dancers began pacing around in the dance floor. There was a noticeable heavy tension in the air as they both prepare for the fight. Everyone is talking about their past, making the atmosphere heavier than it already was. 

“Redy of 1MILLION, you chose Bada of BEBE as your No Respect Dancer.” Kang Daniel started. 

“I don’t respect you, that’s it.” Redy stated bluntly. Bada placed a hand to her ear as she talks, mockingly insinuating that she’s listening closely to what she says. The room erupted in cheers, even judge Mike has his jaw on the floor. 

“Not Redy, Soo Bin!” Bada exclaimed, using Redy’s real name. “You’re still an eight-grader to me.” 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the drama that was unfolding right in front of her, wishing she has something she can chew or sip on as she watches their back and forth. A shocked laugh escaped her mouth when Bada called her an eight-grader. 

“Wait, what did she say?” Ling questions when her ear piece stops working momentarily, unable to catch the insult Bada threw at her opponent. Her expression turned to shock immediately after (Y/N) translated it to her. “Oh, damn. She’s a gangster right?” 

“Yeah,” Latrice said, “I like her energy.” 

Jam Republic laughs as Redy mimicked a baby by placing her thumb to between her lips. (Y/N) claps her hands in excitement as Kang Daniel announces the first attack to be made by Redy followed by Bada.

“Let’s go!” She shouts, bouncing on her toes. 

“The two dancers’ battle begins now. You guys ready?!” (Y/N) claps even harder when she heard the infamous line. “Fight!” 

Music filled the arena and the lights dimmed, the 40 second timer appeared on the huge screen and all dancers are hyped to watch the fight. The first beats of the music started and Redy started grooving into the music, her members cheering her on from behind her. 

(Y/N) watched with keen eyes as Redy danced. The older girl was flexible, that’s for sure, and she is hitting the beats. Redy’s style was certainly unique. However, in her opinion, it lacks in any form of wow factor. 

She still cheered and clapped her hands afterwards and the music switched, signalling Bada’s turn. Her voice increased in volume when Bada spins and comes up to Redy’s face, standing tall to enunciate their height difference without the use of words. 

“I hate it when people use their height!” She giggled when she heard Chocol whined. 

“Oh my gosh!”

“Oh my gosh, she’s so tall!” Ling and (Y/N) exclaimed at the same time. The latter girl hides her face in her hand, parting her fingers so she can still see the battle as she feels them become hot. Their eyes momentarily meets for a second and she swore the corners of Bada’s lips curved up for a second. 

The eye contact didn’t last long when Bada suddenly swats the air on the top of Redy’s head. (Y/N)’s eyes stayed glued to Bada’s dancing, mesmerized at the clean and sharp moves she does. She couldn’t help but cheer at the way Bada hits each beat of the music and the way she grooves. Bada’s time comes to an end as she spits the piece of paper in her mouth. The room erupted in cheers and claps and at the end of the battle. 

“What the heck,” Ling said in astonishment as they sit back down. 

“That was so good,” (Y/N) said. “A great battle to start off the season.”

Everyone returned to their respective seats as Redy, Bada, and Kang Daniel stands at the center for the announcement of the results. When the cards flipped, 3 blue cards appeared at the judge’s hands. 

Team BEBE cheered as they secured their first win, and Bada certainly secured a title for herself as one of the most talented and skilled individuals of the show. The dancers returned to their seats as the judges tells their thoughts about the battle. 

“I was impressed by both of you,” Shownu started, “Redy of 1MILLION shocked me. But, I reckon that Bada’s move suited the song more and she was more relaxed.” 

“I’ll be honest to help you improve, you’re still and eighth-grader even from my point of view.” Emma, Ling, and (Y/N)’s mouth parted in shock at Monika’s comment, feeling bad for the 1MILLION dancer. “But, Bada is certainly out of this league.” 

“Damn,” was (Y/N)’s only comment – watching as BEBE place their first chip on the win score board and Bada attach the chip on the lose side of 1MILLION’s board. 

⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

A short break was conducted after the first battle between Bada and Redy. Jam Republic sat around in a circle as they debriefed about the event earlier. As they talked however, (Y/N) couldn’t help but point out the several eyes that is currently looking in their direction. More specifically: 

“You got a lot of eyes on you Kirsten,” she whispered towards her leader. “Not just the dancers, but the judges as well.” 

“Really?” Kirsten smiles before she looks around. Sure enough, there were several dancers looking at her direction, even Monika and Shownu. 

The rest of the team giggled when Kirsten smiled giddily at them, feeling a burst in her confidence. 

“I think they’re looking forward to see you dance,” Latrice tapped her shoulders. They returned to their original positions when Kang Daniel came back to the center. 

“The next dancer to participate in the one-on-one battle is,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten!” 

The room once again erupted in cheers and claps as the most anticipated dancer of the season smiles and makes her way towards the middle. 

“Hello,” the leader greeted with a chuckle. “No Respect Dancer that I would like to defeat…”

As she trailed off, the dancers’ eyes shift from side-to-side in anticipation with a touch of agitation and intimidation. They could feel Kirsten’s intimidation aura, and most of them are terrified at the thought of going one-on-one with her. 

“Waackxxxy.” She said, gesturing to the said dancer who grinned from her seat. 

The teams and even Monika acclaims in delight as they are about to witness a great battle between two, strong dancers. 

From the evaluation, Waackxxxy is a phenomenal dancer with powerful moves and an unmatched energy. Kirsten immediately picked her as her No Respect Dancer to push herself. Jam Republic and Mannequeen members stands behind their respective dancer who will compete on one-on-one. 

“When I watched the video, you were world-class and I would love to take you on. Let’s Battle.” Waackxxxy nodded her head in appreciation. The other dancers and Monika praised Kirsten for her admirable action to take on a strong battler. 

“Thank you so much for liking my video and class, but, I’ll show you my dance. Okay, let’s go.” (Y/N) clasped her hands in front of her and rests her chin on top of it, hyped for the battle between her leader and the well-known international dancer, Waackxxxy. 

“Let’s go Kirsten!” She cheered. 

“The world-class choreographer and the world-class waacking dancer. The battle of the two dancer begins now. You guys ready? Fight!” 

The DJ starts the music and Waackxxxy of Mannequeen goes first. From the get-go, everyone could see the charisma and the reason why Waackxxxy is considered as a world-class battler. Her body control and energy is so insane that Jam Republic couldn’t help but also hype her up. 

Waackxxxy ended her time with a strong side-eye on Kirsten’s direction. When the switch was announced, (Y/N) started jumping up and down as she cheered loudly for her leader. 

“Come on, Kirsten! Bring it!” Latrice yelled. 

The screams increased when Kirsten and Waackxxxy circled each other, following the beat of the music. 

“That was fu- insane!” Ling and Latrice laughed hysterically when a curse word almost escaped (Y/N)’s mouth. 

Jam Republic continued to cheer their leader on as the battle went on. (Y/N) was so hyped that she slipped and lost her footing momentarily. Luckily, someone immediately stabilizes her before she could fall. 

(Y/N) looks up to thank the person who caught her, only to blush brightly as her eyes met Bada’s shadow-covered eyes and a concerned face. 

“Are you okay?” Bada asked, still holding onto her elbow. 

She hummed and flashed her a grin. “Mhm, thank you!” 

They stared at each other for a few moments with a small smile and blush dusting their faces without saying a word. It’s as if it was just the two of them in the room together as the noises seem to quiet down, fading into the background. 

(Y/N) snapped out of it when Kang Daniel announced the end of the battle, immediately turn to find Kirsten walking towards their side. She thanks Bada one last time before rushing to her leader’s side to congratulate her for the amazing battle. 

Bada remained standing there, running her hand on the back of her nape to will her pounding heart to calm down. A grin makes it way to her face as she returns to her seat, not noticing Lusher who saw the whole interaction and is hiding a smile behind her hand. Making a mental note to tease her leader about it later. 

The judges showed their cards. Monika and Mike holds both cards for Jam Republic and Mannequeen, signalling a rematch between both dancers.

The rematch starts and both dancers still held their ground as they showed two variation of dance style. It ended up with another rematch when Monika showed 2 cards, much to the surprise of everyone. 

“I can only choose one?” She asked exasperatedly, clearly in distress to choose between the two when Kang Daniel nodded and held up one finger. “That’s insane. I can’t do that!” 

“Whoever you pick will be the winner. The victory lies in your hands.” 

(Y/N) feels her heart pound against her chest, holding her clasped hands against her and prayed for Jam Republic’s first win. “Please, please, please, please.” She muttered underneath her breath. 

“Here I go,” Monika concluded. The count down started until finally, she held up a pink card. 

Kirsten cemented Jam Republic’s first win. 

Jam Republic cheered while Mannequeen slumped their shoulder in dejection. 

“Great job, Kirsten!” (Y/N) cheered as she gave Kirsten a side hug and a grin. 

“That was insane!” 

“Good job!” They praised their leader. 

Across the room, Waackxxxy is visibly enraged and disappointed with the results of the battle. 

“In this last round, both dancers were at the same level.” Mike Song stated. “But Kirsten grabbed my attention a little more.”

“That was such a great battle. It was so energizing. The reason I chose Kirsten at the end, was that she made the song come alive a bit more and I weighed that more importantly. Rather than being too serious, I had no choice but to give it to the person expressing the song. That’s why I hope you understand my decision. Although it was a very difficult one.” Monika concluded. 

(Y/N) clapped enthusiastically as Kirsten place a winning chip on their score board. That happiness didn’t last long however, when Kang Daniel announced the next opponent. Another member of Mannequeen, Yoonji. 

From the dancer’s expression, the anger was obvious from the way stomped down the seats and towards the middle. 

“I’m so scared,” Ling said and Emma agreed. 

“She seems crazy.” The younger one replied, feeling on edge because of Yoonji’s attitude. 

(Y/N) sits stiffly on her seat, eyes narrowed and feels goosebumps crawl up her arms and neck. “She looks like she’s plotting revenge,” she stated lowly. 

They watch as Yoonji paced around back and forth in agitation.

“I’m very angry right now,” she confessed, still pacing around. “Mannequeen has come here as the crew known to be the strongest in battles. I think it’s time we showed that.” 

(Y/N) smirked at her insinuation, finding it a tad difficult to believe since Baby Sleek and her crew is also a part of this competition. 

“I’ve said this already, but who’s the one chewing up and spitting out battles lately?” Yoonji said, making a beeline towards 1MILLION and standing in front of Lia Kim. 

“This battle. I can show you later.” (Y/N) let out a sharp laugh when Yoonji left Lia Kim alone as soon as she got there. She’s certainly entertaining. 

“Kirsten, come out girl,” Yoonji suddenly stated quite forcefully as she gestured Kirsten to come out. The woman mentioned gave a small smile to Yoonji as she stands up and place her jacket on her sear. 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side and bit her bottom lip in annoyance, feeling rather protective of her leader. 

“I’m going to take revenge for my sister. Come out, girl!” 

(Y/N) huffed as she immediately followed her leader and stand 2 feet directly behind her, eyes narrowed and focused on Yoonji. The other members of Jam Republic soon followed with nervous smiles on their faces, but the latter members face was devoid of any emotion. 

“I’m going to show you who is the hottest girl in South Korea!” Yoonji exclaimed as her crew cheered her on. “You know, girl? I’m going to show you.” 

When (Y/N) saw Yoonji walk towards Kirsten and got near her face, a small smile graced her lips – devoid of any humour, as she too walked towards Kirsten, standing directly behind her and held her elbow. She stands tall in front of Yoonji and looks down at her, taking inspiration from Bada Lee and uses her height for advantage, to which Team BEBE squealed. 

The other crew also howled in astonishment as she did so. 

“Bada-unnie you influenced her already?!” Tatter exclaimed as she shakes her leader’s arm back and forth.

“What is it with tall people and comparing heights?! I’m so jealous right now!” Bada laughs as her members whined. She leaned forward in her seat with her hands clasped together, feeling oddly satisfied with the way (Y/N) seemed to copy her move. 

While Kirsten nodded gracefully at her opponent, (Y/N) snickers when Yoonji’s gaze flickered upon her for a moment before going back to the other side where her crew is. 

(Y/N) slightly pulled Kirsten back and leans down to whisper in her ear, “you okay?” 

Kirsten, not the slightest bit intimidated, just nodded at her with a grin. “Word, she says ass fat.” The taller girl laughed at her leader when she stuck her tongue out. 

“(Y/N) is so scary now!” 

“She’s giving off protective older sibling vibes oh my gosh!” Mina Myoung exclaimed, watching as (Y/N) now jokes along with the other members. “Look at how she switches! She’s back to being all smiley now!” 

“What were you teaching her Baby Sleek?!” Haechi asked after witnessing it. The older girl said nothing but gave her a shrugged shoulder and a proud smile. 

Chocol said nothing but continues to watch with a small smirk, loving the feisty and protective attitude of the taller girl of the pink team. Hoping that after the show, she’ll come running to Baby Sleek so she can have an excuse to finally introduce herself. 

Or maybe, she’ll have the chance to introduce herself on the dance floor. Maybe flirt a little as well. 

“I’m going to show you who is the queen!” Mannequeen cheered as Yoonji yelled before mocking the moves of Kirsten earlier by swaying her hips from side-to-side. The yellow-team crew member gives her a side-eye, looking up at her up and down in a condescending manner. 

Kirsten, unbothered, just smiled at her opponent. The same can’t be said towards her ballet dancer member who was seething in annoyance. 

“I’m excited,” Kirsten started. “Let’s see. We’re here in Korea now, so, let’s see.” 

The members of the crew once again stood behind their respective member competing. Yoonji and Kirsten paced around as they prepare themselves. 

“We have Yoonji from Mannequeen going first.” Kang Daniel announced. Yoonji immediately went to the front and strike up a pose. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten will go in second.” 

(Y/N) sat beside Latrice and Ling as the host began, “the next battle between these two dancers, are you guys ready?! Let’s go! Fight!” 

Yoonji moves her body as the first beat of the music starts, starting off strong and fierce. (Y/N) bites her lip out of irritation when she mockingly hits Kirsten with her elbow, to the point where she almost believed it hits her leader when Kirsten played along. 

The Mannequeen dancer ended her dance strong when she made her way towards where the judges are, much to the delight of everyone. 

“She’s a great dancer, but I think she got a tad bit overemotional,” (Y/N) whispered towards Latrice as she claps after her performance. The latter girl nods in agreement before standing up in excitement when the host announces the switch, meaning, its Kirsten’s turn to perform. 

(Y/N) bounces on her toes with a huge grin on her face as she watches her leader dance. Even more so when she dances around Yoonji’s figure without touching her, showing the immense amount of body control she has. Jam Republic watched with a face of impress and admiration, shouting in delight when Kirsten snaps her hips. 

“That was insane!” She exclaimed once the battle ended. It wasn’t long before the judges showed the cards of the winning result of the battle. 

And three yellow cards were faced. 

Mannequeen cheers loudly for the victory while Jam Republic claps their hand. Sure, the battle didn’t end up in their favour, but it is understandable since Yoonji conveyed a lot through her dance. 

Once the emotion of frustration simmered down, Yoonji shakes Kirsten’s hand with a smile and pulls her for a hug. Thanking her for the battle and saying I love you to her. 

On their way to their seats, (Y/N) wrapped her arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and congratulated her, saying the same to Yoonji when they passed her by. Although the battle was intense and heated, there was no point in starting unwanted rivalry outside of the dance floor. 

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Another break was conducted after a few battles from Jam Republic and other teams. Emma, Latrice, Audrey, and Ling had already participated in their own respective battles. Ling battled against Cera which takes her by surprise, both of them had chosen her as their No Respect Dancer to push themselves. (Y/N) is the only Jam Republic member who have yet to battle anyone.

“(Y/N) has yet to dance, right?” A member from Deep N’ Dap says, looking at the direction of the Jam Republic who was talking animatedly with her team. 

“Mhm, I’m really excited to see her dance though.” Another member responded. 

However, the long wait is about to be over. 

“The next challenger of the battle, Cera of Mannequeen.” 

Howls and cheers rang through the arena, everyone had witnessed the intense and captivating performance of Cera earlier when she battled Ling. The member of Mannequeen adorned in her iconic green dress made her way towards the center with a smirk on her face, her members cheers as they follow closely behind her. 

 A mic was handed to her, the crowd became silent, and she walks around. 

“The No Respect Dancer I chose to battle…” she trails off, making her way towards 1MILLION. 

“From 1MILLION?” Mini questioned as she watches Cera stop right in front of the white team. The members looked up at her with their hearts on their throat, terrified of the idea that one of them has to face off against her. 

“My No Respect Dancer…” she trails off again, but this time, she walks towards the next team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N). Come on.” 

Everyone’s lost their minds as Cera called out the Jam Republic dancer. 

“Yehey!” Audrey cheered – shooting up from her seat with a bounce on her step. 

“Wah! This is like the battle of the Prima Ballerina’s!” Harimu yelled from her stand.

(Y/N)’s cheeks puffed as it’s filled with water, Cera called her in the middle of her taking a sip, but she didn’t complain. It’s just hard for her to grin with all the water in her cheeks. Though, everyone can still see the joy in her eyes. 

She gulped down everything and stands up with a clap, grinning from ear-to-ear as she bows in greeting to Cera, holding her hands against her chest. They make their way to the center of the arena with their team following closely behind them. The two dancers stand in between Kang Daniel, standing tall with microphones handed to each of them. She bows one more time towards Cera before standing tall with a smile on her face, excited to battle one of the strongest battlers in the show.

Her opponent clad in green dress bows along with her before standing up straight and switched her face into battle mode – a stoic face with an arched brow, as if wanting to end her. (Which, not gonna lie, (Y/N) 100% will let her). 

“Cera of Mannequeen,” Kang Daniel began, “why did you pick (Y/N) as your No Respect Dancer?” 

“It’s not that I don’t respect (Y/N) as a dancer,” Cera started, holding the mic to her lips with one hand. “Quite the opposite actually, but, it’s time to show the people who the best ballerina battler is.” 

The whole arena cheers and awes at what Cera said whilst (Y/N) just giggled and nodded her head. If there was one thing she always takes pride in, it’s her dancing skills and techniques in ballet. 

“Cera-unnie, first of all, thank you for choosing me as your No Respect Dancer.” She bows down again, “however, if I am to prove anything to everyone here today – is that ballet is my style, and I am one of the best out there.” 

Amidst the loud roars of the others dancers in the background, Ling, Kirsten, and Audrey’s cheers seems to be the loudest among them. 

Cera smirked at the determination of her opponent keeping eye contact with her, and (Y/N) didn’t back down. 

The two dancers briefly walked back to the side where their crew members are at for a warm-up, and (Y/N) takes this opportunity to remove her sneakers to change into the dance shoes. 

“Is she changing her shoes for this battle?” Monika questioned – perplexed and intrigued. Mike Song just grins widely as he leaned forward, excited at the intense battle that is about to happen. 

“Wah, she’s changing her shoes,” Bada commented, looking at the Jam Republic dancer who is currently leaning to one of her members while adjusting her shoes. “She’s putting her best foot forward for this battle.” 

Tatter and Lusher agreed, keeping their eyes trained on the ballet dancer, eager to watch her dance. 

“You got this girl,” Latrice said. Offering her arm for (Y/N) to stabilize herself as she changes her shoes. “Show her and everyone what you’re made of.” 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) replied. Jumping in her place to feel the shoes beneath her feet. 

“Kill everyone who doubted you with your dance.” Jam Republic laughed at the seriousness in Audrey’s voice, taken aback by her. 

The lights dimmed once the two dancers made their way towards the center, Kang Daniel exchanged glances with the two women in the middle of the dance floor with a smile on his face. 

“The battle between two ballerina dancers will begin now. You guys ready?!” Kang Daniel announced. Cera and (Y/N) eyed each other up and down, one with a stoic, daring look, standing tall and elegantly, while the other is currently sporting a small smile on her lips as she cracks her head from side-to-side. 

“Let’s go (Y/N)!” 

“Show them what you’ve got!” 

“Kill this battle (Y/N)!” 

The other Jam Republic members cheers can be heard from all over the room before the battle can even begin. 

“Fight!” 

The music started playing as soon as Kang Daniel said the word. Cera starts her iconic slow walk while keeping her eye-contact with (Y/N). It’s quite intimidating, but (Y/N) held her ground, admiring the determination in Cera’s eyes. 

Cera started moving her arms at each beat of the music, before adding her own twists and turns before she does her iconic leg move. (Y/N)’s face scrunched up in disgust, indicating a sick and impressive move done by her opponent as she hits every beat of the music. 

The Mannequeen dancer comes close to you, pointing at you with a single finger and pointing it up and down your figure. (Y/N) bit her lower lip as she arched her brow and titled her head. Leaning her head down a bit to stare at Cera with lidded yet seductive eyes. 

The whole crowd went crazy with her looks. 

She can’t deny the charisma and confidence of Cera in this battle, the latter really is showing years of experience in battling and the undeniable musicality she seemingly naturally possess. 

As Cera’s time comes to an end, you used a sign language taught to you by Baby Sleek and signalled her to hurry up – much to the surprise of the other members of Wolf’Lo. 

“She knows how to use it?!” Yeni asks in surprise, bringing her hands up to her head. Baby Sleek is the only one looking focused at the battle, eager for you to showcase your dance while the others had their jaws dropped. 

Kang Daniel counts the last 3 seconds of Cera’s time, the woman comes close to your face and circled you whilst flipping your hair – just like what she did to Ling, before walking back confidently to the side of her team. 

“3, 2, 1, switch! (Y/N) of Jam Republic!” 

The members of Jam Republic screamed once the opening of Partition by Beyonce starts playing. (Y/N) smirks, stepping slowly forward towards the middle, mimicking a seductive wave after she flips her hair once the “hey, Ms. Carter” starts playing. 

Everyone went wild once the beat drops – along with (Y/N) as she suddenly drops down to her knees and starts to doing some sensual floor works. The judges and competitors alike went ballistic at her opening moves, and it was just beginning. 

(Y/N) kept her eyes on Cera the whole time, still with that lidded gaze. She slowly stands up, spinning fast with the beat in an insanely clean and controlled manner. She then did some popping and locking, showcasing her prowess in other styles of dancing other than ballet much to the delight of the judges and her team mates. She hits every beat of the song while sometimes taking the lyrics into account of her movements – showing a great control of her body and unparallel musicality.

“This is so crazy!” Monika yells as she keeps her eyes trained at (Y/N). 

Chocol couldn’t look at anywhere else once (Y/N) started dancing. She has her arms crossed against her chest as she watches intensely with a impressed smirk plastered on her face. She walks down the steps to have a better view of the dancer dancing before her. 

She finds it impressive at how she uses various techniques and moves of ballet and other styles to incorporate it in her moves. It looks complicated, but she makes it look so seemless and effortless. 

Bada, on the other side of the arena, finds it hard to contain her emotions as she watches the Jam Republic dancer. She’s constantly shouting, impressed by the moves executed by the young dancer. She holds onto her cap as her jaw drops once (Y/N) did an aerial. 

She claps and screams along with the rest of her team as she continues to watch her with a starstruck gaze and jaw dropped. Lusher takes one glance at Bada before she bursts out laughing. 

“Oh my gosh your totally whipped Bada-unnie!” She laughs, slapping Bada’s arm as she threw her head back. 

Bada immediately flushed red and attempted to cover it with a cough, but it still wasn’t enough to tear away her gaze from the performing dancer of the pink team. 

While (Y/N) remained oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at her, she focused on ending her battle with a bang. As Kang Daniel signals the last 5 seconds of her time, she makes her way towards Cera – mimicking the way she circled around her earlier, but with her own seductive walk. She stopped in front of her, bending down to her eye level whilst blowing a kiss with a wink, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye motion before walking back to her team with a smile and playing with her hair as she shakes her head from side-to-side. 

(Y/N)’s members hyped her up as she walks towards them. She laughs as Audrey and Ling jokingly bows down to her like a royalty, making the others follow soon after. She covers her laughs underneath her hands to also hide the redness that’s painting her cheeks. 

Everyone went ballistic. Screaming their heads off at the intense yet entertainingly fun battle between the ballerina’s of Mannequeen and Jam Republic. 

She then turns back around to face Cera who has a smile on her face, bowing down at her in gratitude for the battle. She continued bowing to everyone who was still in shock by the battle – her heart swelled with pride once she sees Monika standing up with a shocked smile on her lips as well as Mike Song and Shownu who were clapping. 

“Good girl, (Y/N)!” Baby Sleek yells, clapping her hands. The mentioned girl heard it and snaps her head towards her, holding her hands to her chest before bowing deeply. She can feel tears well up in her eyes but she shakes her head to avoid them from falling down. 

Her former teacher praised her loudly and openly. The highest compliment she could ever receive from this competition. 

“That was intense!” Lusher exclaimed, sitting back down in her seat once the commotion started dying down. 

“They really showed their battling skills. Their confidence is through the roof!” Mini exclaimed. “Honestly, whoever wins this deserves it.” 

(Y/N) and Cera makes their way back to the center of the dance floor. Breathing heavily after the intense battle they shared. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel starts, “cards open.”

(Y/N) could hear her heart ponding against her chest and in her ears as she fiddles with her fingers. All the judges visibly look like they’re having a hard time deciding on their choices. She reminds herself that whatever the outcome of the battle is, she gave it her best. Yet, she still wants to secure a win for her team. 

And then, the cards are flipped. 

And everyone cheered. 

Monika holds two cards – pink and yellow. 

While Shownu and Mike Songs holds a single, pink card. 

(Y/N) almost drops to the ground because of relief. 

Cera and Mannequeen sighs in defeat and in dismay while the Jam Republic members – specifically Audrey, Ling, and Kirsten, cheers loudly. 

(Y/N) makes her way towards Cera and offers her hand, “you are amazing! I love your dance! You are simply amazing out there and thank you for the wonderful battle. It was an honour to compete with you. I hope we can be good friends in the future because you are simply just amazing!” 

Cera coos at the adorable ramble of her opponent and pulls her to a hug. “Thank you, thank you too for that battle. I love you, you’re amazing too out there! We must definitely meet up sometime after this.” 

(Y/N) grins and pats her back before they separate. “We should do this more often!” Cera laughs before she and her team makes their way towards their seats.

“Way to go (Y/N)!” Kirsten exclaims as she holds onto her arm. 

“You really killed it out there!” 

“Thank you guys, that was so great. I really want to be close friends with Cera now.” Ling giggles at her comment.

The rest of her team continues to praise her with compliments and congratulations on their way back to their seats. As (Y/N) makes eye contact with her former teacher, she flashes her a grin and a thumbs up. Baby Sleek returns her gestures with a wink and a nod. 

Kirsten adds a win chip to their board while (Y/N) makes her way towards Mannequeen to place a lose chip on their board, bowing down at the members and thanking them for a wonderful fight. 

“I can’t even be mad at her,” Yoonji starts, “she’s too polite for me to be mad at us loosing.” 

“The whole team is,” Redlic agrees. 

“Judge Mike Song, why did you choose (Y/N) as the winner?” Kang Daniel asks once everyone settled down to their seats. 

“First of all, the two dancers are very powerful and seasoned in battles – they showed it to us! It was one of the very entertaining and very fun battles this day that’s for sure, and for that, I want to thank the two of you.” 

(Y/N) and Cera bows their head in gratitude with huge smiles on their faces and everyone claps. Kirsten and Latrice pats their team mate of her shoulders with a grin on their faces. 

“Choosing between the two of you is almost torture!” Mike Song jokingly sighs with a shake of his head, causing everyone to laugh at his dramatic tone. “However, the reason I chose (Y/N) at the end is because of the versatility she showcased us. The body control, the movements, the flow of each step was like water! It was so fluid and she did it with such grace and confidence. So, (Y/N), I hope to see more of you in this competition, because you really killed it out there.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but stand and bow deeply towards Mike Song and thanked him. The rest of the crews claps and awes at the high praise the member of Jam Republic received from one of the respectable judges. 

“That’s one of the highest praise someone got from the judges today,” Mina Myoung commented. “Looks like Kirsten is not the only force of nature in Jam Republic.” 

“Their team just got a lot more intimidating.” Nob commented, looking at Jam Republic. 

“I entered this show so sure of my preference and sexuality, but tell me why Bada and (Y/N) are making me question it?” Deep N Dap members laughs at the unexpected comment Downy made. 

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It wasn’t long before Mike Song’s request for more battles came true. 

“The next challenger of the battle,” Kang Daniel began, pausing once again for the dramatic effects. “Is Chocol from Wolf’Lo.” 

“Oh right! Let’s go!” Haechi cheers, shaking Chocol by her shoulders as the older dancer makes her way down the seats. Per usual, her crew follows close behind her. 

“I wonder who she chose,” Emma comments after taking a sip from her water, “her team is kinda scary.” 

(Y/N) and Ling hums in agreement, watching the crew in front of them in silent. Silently terrified at the thought of battling against one of them. Though (Y/N) is confident in her skills and unafraid to show them, Wolf’Lo is just on another level. 

Chocol takes the microphone that’s handed to her, licking her lips as she starts to walk around.

“The No Respect Dancer I choose,” she began, making her way towards Lady Bounce who tenses up from their seats. 

She gave a slight smirk to Nob and Biggy who visibly gulps down the saliva stuck down their throats. Chocol enjoyed teasing them, making them think that she’s choosing one of them, but then, she skipped backwards without looking back before suavely turning around and jogs lightly towards the pink team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N)” 

“My god my heart,” Nob says. Holding onto her chest as she breathes out a sigh of relief and leans backwards. 

(Y/N) smiles, standing up from her seat from the top and sets down the Jam Republic banner in her hand. Before she can take a single step down, she saw a hand in front of her. When she looks at who the hand belongs to, it leads down to Chocol, waiting for her at the bottom with her arm outstretched. 

“Oh, okay,” Kirsten said teasingly as she and Latrice moved to the side to make way for (Y/N).

“Special treatment, I see you.” Latrice added.

Everyone awes at the action, more so when (Y/N) places her hand on Chocol’s with a smile before descending down the seats. 

“It’s like a prince charming guiding a princess,” Redy said, leaning forward with her hands on the bottom of her chin. “I’m so jealous right now.” 

“What in the story book cliché is this?” Yoonji stomps her feet jokingly, “why didn’t I get that kind of treatment?” 

“Yah, you threatened her leader earlier to a dance battle with a scary façade and you expect the others not to be afraid of you?” Buckey jokingly replies which made everyone burst out laughing and Yoonji to pout. 

“Tsk.” Bada clicked her tongue as she watches Chocol guide (Y/N) to the dance floor with their hands still intertwined with narrowed eyes. “Honestly, this is a serious competition. Why is she being nice to her opponent?” 

Lusher hears what her leader grumbled underneath her breath, causing her to giggled and comfortingly pat her back. “Don’t worry unnie, no need to be jealous.” 

Bada snaps her head towards her sub-leader with a glare and a slight pout. “Who said anything about jealousy?” 

Lusher holds her hands up with wide eyes and downturned smile. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just teasing you.” 

Bada clicks her tongue once again in annoyance before looking back to the front with her arms crossed against her chest. Lusher and Tatter made eye-contact from each sides of Bada with knowing looks and teasing smiles. The other members of Team BEBE heard the conversation laughs silently, watching as their leader sulks down on her seat. 

“Chocol, why did you choose (Y/N) as your weakest dancer?” Kang Daniel asked. 

With their height difference, Chocol had to tilt her head up ever so slightly to make eye-contact with her opponent. She adjusted her cap with one hand as the other holds the mic to her lips. 

“Originally, I chose her because I want to see what that pretty face can bring. But from the battle earlier, we all saw it. So now, I want to see if she can bring that fire come to life again, but this time, more closely and upfront.” 

“Is she flirting with her or what?” Debby whispered to Harimu with a slight giggle. 

(Y/N) nods and rolls her tongue against her cheek, bowing her head down slightly. She tosses her hair back before answering with her now famous lidded-eye look, “if it’s fire you want, then I’ll gladly burn the stage in here, baby.” 

Everyone screams once they heard (Y/N) talk in that low-flirty way as combat against Chocol’s remarks in full English:

“Why was that so hot?!” 

“I don’t speak and understand English very well but damn!” 

“See! I told you she’s making me question everything!” 

“I understand you perfectly well now, Downy!” 

(Y/N) laughs as she hears the comments, giving the mic to her Kirsten who is now looking at her with a teasing face. 

“You better burn the stage baby,” she mimics. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at her before teasing pinching her arm. Kirsten laughs as she dodges her hand. 

(Y/N) faces her opponents team, the team of Baby Sleek. It would be a lie if she says she isn’t downright petrified right now. This is the crew with the most skilled freestyle battlers – but she was trained by the best of them. This is her chance to solidify and prove herself once again to one of the most respected teachers she had. 

Chocol bounces on her feet, preparing for the battle. (Y/N) has her hands stretching above her head as far as she can as she glances at her opponent who teasingly winks at her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the playful nature of Chocol. 

Bada grumbled even more at the exchange. She doesn’t even know why she’s feeling this ugly feeling in her chest. Hell, she didn’t even have a conversation with the dancer yet, or even introduce herself! That doesn’t mean she won’t find away later, maybe she’s just bitter that someone got to befriend her before her. Yeah, maybe that’s it. She just wants to forge a friendship with the dancer first, you know, just cause.

“The battle between Wolf’Lo’s street dancer and the ballerina of Jam Republic will begin now. You guys ready?!” 

Cheers erupted from both teams and the rest of the teams, curious to see the outcome of the battle between two very different styles of dance between the two dancers.

“Fight!” 

Music filled the loud speakers of the room. Chocol nods her head to the beat to get into the groove as her team mates cheers her on. When the beat drops, she comes close to (Y/N)’s space and sways her body to the music. 

It was a bold start, (Y/N) admits, and the way Chocol moves is nothing short of hypnotic. Her body moves so fluidly yet with power as she hits every beat of the song. She definitely knows how to control body on command, if there is one thing she can describe her dance overall, it’s classic hip-hop. Effective yet timeless when it comes to battle. 

(Y/N) smirks as Chocol comes close to her face, mimicking the flying kiss she did to Cera earlier. Wanting to continue this banter, she “catches” the kiss mid-air and pretends to keep it in her pocket. 

She lets out an impress shout at Chocol’s body articulation. She began hyping her up, moving her body along with the beat while staying still in her position. Chocol’s performance is nothing short of impressive, but her competitive side is coming out, and now she wants to do better. 

As Chocol’s timer comes to an end, she once again closes in on (Y/N)’s space, this time, ending her dance by mockingly pointing at her figure up and down and another flying kiss which caused another uproar from the side of Deep N Dap

“That should be me!” Someone shouts. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, switch! Jam Republic’s (Y/N)!”

A familiar laugh echoes through the room, before the beginning lyrics of Gangsta by Kehlani plays. (Y/N) lets out a wide smirk and tilts her head to the side. 

My turn.

Audrey began screaming her head off once the familiar music fills the air. She danced with (Y/N) before during her time of travelling the world to learn new styles of dance, and if there is one thing Audrey knows for certain, (Y/N) dances very well to dark themes. 

“You got this (Y/N)! Eat. This. Up!” 

With that, the Jam Republic dancer ran her hands across her body to get into the feel of the music – which isn’t that hard. She began walking forward slowly, just like what Cera did, but with a tad bit more of sensuality. 

When the beat starts going down, her expression and articulation changes to every beat, mimicking the craziness Harley Quinn did in the movie in which the song was made of. Everyone can see where she’s going with the dance and is excited yet again. Bada and Chocol keeps their gazes focused solely on her. 

In this dance, (Y/N) focuses more on interpreting the lyrics of the song yet still hitting the necessary beat from time to time, just taking on a more contemporary approach. In contrast to Chocol’s hip-hop, she chose a genre she excels in.

Chocol smirks as she goes down towards the floor once again, expecting another floor work from her. She did, but a lot shorter and takes everyone by surprise once again. 

(Y/N) did a middle spilt before crouching down, but she didn’t get up. Instead, she takes a hold of her left foot, before initiating a single hand cartwheel – still holding onto the foot, down to a split and stands up without the use of her hands. 

Screams can be heard once again, thoroughly impressed by the never-ending amount of techniques and tricks the Jam Republic dancer seem to possess. Jam Republic members sported a disgusted looks as they cheer their fellow member on, some jumping on their places purely from the amount of adrenaline they are getting just by watching (Y/N) dance. 

They are not the only one’s though. Bada, with her cool and mysterious look she once sported, almost disappears by how much she is now yelling. Watching (Y/N) dance only increases her determination and will to befriend her and possibly collab with her and her team in the future. Bada watches with awe as (Y/N) stays true to her word: she really is setting the stage on fire. 

(Y/N) can hear her time coming to an end, she laid down on her stomach with her legs up in the air as she drags her finger to her lips, smirking seductively at Chocol. The said girl only tilted her cap and bites her bottom lip in acknowledgement.

(Y/N) held onto that pose for a few seconds, taking in the cheers and the screams of the other dancers before grinning brightly and standing up. 

“How can she possess that duality?! One moment she’s all smiles and elegant looking the next moment its as if she’s seducing me!” Downy exclaimed as she watches (Y/N) makes her way to her team with a bright smile.    

“She’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Mini said, clapping her hands after patting and congratulating Chocol on the battle.

“You were on fire baby!” Emma cheers, patting the heaving girl on the shoulders. 

“Harley Quinn definitely possessed you for a moment there!” Ling exclaims. 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) smiles at her members before turning around to face the judges on the middle. 

Chocol is one of the oldest and seasoned battlers they have, and Wolf’Lo doesn’t have a lose chip to their board yet, so, (Y/N) is prepared and had already accepted her fate that she lost this battle. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel announces, “card open.”

It was a surprise that the judges seem to have their pick already and confidently, however, the result of the battle left everyone even more surprised. 

Three pink cards. 

(Y/N)’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, and this time, she actually fell to the floor in shock. Jam Republic immediately went to her side and cheered her on while Wolf’Lo nods their head in defeat but claps nonetheless. She makes her way towards Chocol to shake her hand, but before she can do that, Chocol takes her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, causing her to grin and flush bright red. 

Everyone who saw the interaction began teasing and cooing at the couple, some because of jealousy, others because of the *kilig. Well, most of them. A particular leader of the blue team scoffed loudly before chuging down the contents of her bottle before crushing the bottle with one hand. As she grumbles in her seat, her members are secretly watching her in amusement, never expecting their leader to act this way. 

“Thank you for the amazing fight, Chocol.” (Y/N) began, taking her hand back with a smile still painted on her lips. 

Chocol shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly with a smirk, stuffing her hands on her pockets. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I had fun.”

“Yah, what do you mean darling?!” Baby Sleek scolded playfully as she slaps the back of Chocol’s head and drags her back by her arm, causing the younger woman to pout. 

“Stop flirting with her and get back to our seats! “Darling,” your face.” Jam Republic just laughs at the dynamic of the orange team. 

The rest of the crews are still in shock that the first and only person so far to break the winning streak of Wolf’Lo is the ballerina of the pink team. 

“Wow, (Y/N) really is amazing.” Rena of Tsubakill said, still in awe of the Jam Republic member who is now currently walking back to their seats.

“She only had two battles so far and she’s already proving herself as one of the strongest dancers here.” Akanen replied. 

“Fight judge Monika, why did you pick (Y/N) as the winner of the battle?” Kang Daniel asked.

“I’m going to keep it short and frank, (Y/N) did not only dance, she told a story.” Monika says while looking at the dancer. “She told a story while embodying a well-known character of the movie which is insane because it’s as if you really are her for a second. You brought colour to the dance – no, you brought fire to the dance.”

Jam Republic claps at Monika’s comment. 

“(Y/N),” she adds, “you took me by surprise. You really are one of a kind.” 

(Y/N) swears she could sob at the high regard. She stands up and bows deeply towards Monika like she did too Mike Song. She then stands up 

“It’s like a main character moment,” Biggy said, watching as Kirsten place a win chip to their board. “Are we the side characters?” Lady Bounce laughed at her. 

As (Y/N) places the first and only lose chip on the board of Wolf’Lo, Baby Sleek reaches up her hand and pats her head. 

“Well done, (Y/N),” she says. “You really have gone far now. I’m proud of you.”

*kilig - causing or characterized by a feeling of exhilaration or elation.

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