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— Let's Dance

PART 2 - PART 3

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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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Underwater

famous choreographer!bada x idol!fem oc

synopsis/venom presentation - street woman figther + others

Beware of our poison! we are venom !

sm entertainment's newest girl group VENOM, presented on February 26, 2021, what this group does is no joke…called the girl group of the 4th and of the nation

what would happen if an idol began to have feelings for a famous choreographer who was also a choreographer in her own group?

VENOM !

Nishimura Sora ( Sora )

Nishimura Sora ( 26 years old ) is the group's main vocalist, lead dancer and visual artist, and she is the older sister of Nishimura Riki, born in 98 in the city of Kyoto, Japan…she was raised in Japan but at the age of 17 she moved to Korea with her parents and her younger brother, Nishimura Sora was once part of Iz*one but in 2020 the South Korean group disbanded…and she also participated in operas when she still lived in Japan

Song Haewon ( Celeste )

Song Haewon or better known as celeste ( 23 years old ) is the maknae center, lead vocal and sub rapper of the group, before she debuted she lived on the coast of south korea being the youngest of her two siblings, she has already taken some dance classes at 1million and has prosperous friendships within that dance academy

Han Jiwoo ( Jiwoo )

Han Jiwoo ( 25 years old ) is the main rapper, lead dancer and the leader of the group! Before she debuted, she worked as a stylist in a large clothing store in downtown Seoul. In her spare time, she participated in some rap battles and she also became known for being the younger sister of actress Han Sohee.

Choi London ( L )

Choi London (28) is the prodigy of the group, also lead rapper and sub vocalist, she is the oldest of the group, she lived in California with her parents and her 3 brothers… she moved to Korea when she was only 16 because she was a trainee at sm ent.

Kang Areum ( Laylah )

Kang Areum ( 24 years old ) is the main dancer, sub vocal, photg of the group, before coming to korea she lived with her family in hawaii she studied in a dance academy being one of the best in hawaii…she moved to korea at the age of 16 also to become a trainee…she has always been very good friends with London because they are already online friends…

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MOMMY

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New smau !

loves ! sorry for disappearing, I'm working on a smau that will be posted soon, it's going to be bada! choreographa x fem oc! idol and there will also be chocol, monika shin, lusher and redy! I hope you like it…I'll try to post a smau trailer today!

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Jealousy, Jealousy Started Following Me | Chocol x Reader

Synopsis: You and Chocol reunite after a week of separation, but the flames of jealousy leads to a long night for the both of you.

Tw: 18+. Minors and ageless blogs DNI. This is just… nasty. Slapping (reader receiving), oral (reader and Chocol receiving), penetration w/ strap on (reader receiving), strap on referred to as Chocol’s cock/dick, degradation, spitting, slight crying, fingering (reader receiving). Chocol being a big jealous baby, mentions of Haechi. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: ~6.8k

Note: Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only, and aren’t indicative of the readers’ body type or race, and any relations to any real person or place is purely coincidental.

Gayoung feels like she’s going to die, truly.

It’s been an entire week, seven whole days, since she has seen you, held you in her arms, spoken to you face to face. It is driving her completely insane.

Gayoung had been in Tokyo teaching dance classes, and while she enjoyed it a lot, the sightseeing, meeting new people, passing on her skills, she misses you a lot.

She misses your food and the way you lit up when she tried anything new you had cooked. She misses the massages you’d give her after a long day at work, nimble hands working wonders to help her relax. She misses listening to you ramble for hours, talking her ear off about your latest topic of interest. She misses holding you at night, running her cold hands across your warm skin just to watch you shiver, slipping her hands down your shorts and–

Well, she just misses you a lot, and after the second day abroad your little talks on the phone were not keeping her satisfied anymore.

But soon, her prayers to see you would be answered, as she had just got off of the plane from Japan, and is now on her way home.

She hadn’t told you that she was coming home today, wanting to surprise you just for the fun of it. She can imagine it now, your wide smile, you practically bouncing off the walls as you run up to greet her, you vibrating in her arms as she wraps her arms around you, giving you a million kisses to make up for all of the ones she didn’t give you for an entire week.

The thought makes her body tingle as she sits in the taxi, a small smile grazing her lips. She can’t wait to feel you in her arms again. The pillow she hugged every night in place of you did nothing to placate the longing in her heart, wishing every day that you would appear beside her at night, and becoming disappointed when she opened her eyes to see you weren’t there.

Nothing beats the real deal, after all.

Soon, the taxi pulls up in front of her apartment complex, and she quickly pays the driver and grabs her bags before heading upstairs.

Her heart beats harder and harder the closer she gets to your shared home, up the elevator and down the hall to the very end.

She puts on the code to her apartment and walks in slowly, kicking her shoes off and placing them neatly by the door and putting her slippers on.

Inside, she can hear soft humming, and the sound of something frying. She can smell the food from the door, and her stomach growls in want.

By god she missed your cooking. An entire week without you has been its own special kind of torture.

“Baby,” she calls out as she rounds the corner, placing her suitcase by the door. She peers into the kitchen, watching you as you cook. It feels like all the breath is knocked out of her as she looks at you.

You are absolutely beautiful, in a black shirt and a white mini skirt, and two white ribbons in your hair. You’re focused on cutting some carrots, and didn’t hear her call you, it seems. But Gayoung doesn’t care, if it means she can admire your beautiful figure.

But she does want to see your beautiful face light up, so she calls you again. “Baby, I’m home.” Your head snaps up, a wide smile on your face as soon as you make eye contact with her.

“Gayoung!” You waste no time in dropping what you were doing, running up to her and crashing into her open arms, planting kisses on her face just like she knew you would.

And oh, does it feel so, so good to feel you pressed against her like this, feeling your warmth radiate off of you as her hands roam under your shirt, giving tiny scratches along your back.

It elicits a squeal from you, and a whine of “you’re so cold, Gayoungie.” She distracts you with kisses on your cheeks and lips, hands finding purchase on your hips as she deepens it. She feels your grip her jacket as you sigh into her mouth.

You two kiss for what seems like hours until Gayoung pulls away, leaning her forehead on yours.

“I missed you,” she says, placing another few pecks on your lips. You smile up at her, placing another kiss on her cheek.

“I’ve missed you more. How was your trip, my love?” You slip behind her to take off her coat and she lets you, groaning at how soar her muscles seem to be. Now that she is back home and in your care, her entire body seems to be going heavy. She feels your lips on the back of her neck, and she wants to fall on you then and there.

“It was so much fun. I wish you could’ve come with me. You would’ve loved it.” She follows you to the living room with her eyes, watching you place her coat on the arm rest before coming back to the kitchen to resume cooking. Gayoung sits in a high top chair by the counter. You flip some meat –chicken by the looks of it– over in a pan before resuming cutting your vegetables.

“Tell me about it?” You ask, making eye contact for a quick moment before looking back down again.

“It was so beautiful just walking around after my classes and just enjoying myself! I visited so many shrines and malls and ooh, the food was so delicious! I almost burst at the seams with how much I ate there.” She rambles on and on, about how her classes went, the people she met, the places she had been, all while you fiddled around in the kitchen.

“Ah,” she sucked her teeth at the end of her spiel, placing her head on her hands in a way you found very cute, “I wish you were there though. We could’ve gone to the bathhouse together.” You raise an eyebrow at her as you turn off the stove, your dinner –sautéed chicken and onions and rice with carrots– now complete.

“You know you get completely naked for those right?” You say as you begin to fix a plate for Gayoung, giving her the bigger pieces of meat and more rice than your plate has.

“I’m aware,” Gayoung says back, somewhat confused as to why you brought the obvious up. She tilts her head a bit and you want to kiss her so bad.

“Which means I will have to get naked as well, unnie,” you say as you grab some utensils from the drawer and bring your dishes over to the dining room table. Gayoung follows you like a little puppy.

“… I don’t understand what you mean, jagi,” she still doesn’t know where you’re getting at, and you let out a little giggle at her furrowed eyebrows. You take her hands in yours, thumbs running over her rings.

“Oh, baby, you get jealous when I’m out wearing a crop top, do you really think you’d be ok with others seeing me naked?”

Gayoung’s ears turn red, and she turns away with a pout and puffy cheeks.

“I don’t get jealous about the crop top,” she starts, but continues to defend herself once she sees your raised eyebrows. “It’s because everyone can see how cute my baby looks in her pretty outfits.” She bites her lip as she takes in your figure once again, noticing the thigh high stockings you’re wearing as well.

Fuck, you are too cute for your own good.

“What about this one, hm? Do you like my outfit today?” You ask as you pose, allowing her to get a good look at you.

She can only hum in agreement, words getting caught up in her throat. You separate from her before she can say another thing, going back to the kitchen. Gayoung, of course, follows you again. You proceed to fix the both of you a glass of water, and a little bit of wine as well. Gayoung grabs the wine glasses from your hands, setting them on the table. Gayoung pulls out your chair for you, scooting you closer to the table.

You two are finally settled down and eating, and Gayoung feels like crying at the taste. You notice, and beam at her.

“That good, hm?” You say once you notice how quick she’s running through her plate.

Gayoung nods, not even feigning embarrassment.

“I missed your cooking so, so much. I was dying by day three.” She sips on her water, staring at you as if you were an angel. You are in her eyes.

“Aww, my poor unnie suffered so much.” You say in mock pity, and she nods as if you were sincere. “I’m glad I made more than usual. Don’t want my baby to starve after her flight.” Your voice is warm, and the look in your eyes matches your tone. Gayoung lifts your hand to her lips and kisses it softly. You feel your face heating up and look away.

“Such a romantic,” you tease, although the waver in your voice shows how much that action affected you.

“Tell me about your day, jagi. How’d you fare in your week without me?” She never let go of your hand.

“Hmm, it was pretty uneventful. I’m off of work for the weekend so today I just went out shopping.” You say giddily.

“Oh really? What did you buy?”

“I went and got a few dresses and skirts. Haechi unnie really helped me out in the skirt department, because I really like the type of skirt I have on now, but I never know what looks good on me when I shop by myself,” you say nonchalantly, not noticing your girlfriend’s hand freeze up in your hold as you drink some of your wine.

Haechi? You went and shopped for skirts with Haechi? And not just any type of skirt, a miniskirt. A skirt that barely went past your lovely, lovely ass and did nothing to cover your pretty legs, legs that she loves to grab and kiss and dig her nails into and… and Haechi of all people got to see you in them before her?

Now that just pisses her off.

Now, Gayoung was not the type to restrict what you wear or how you present yourself –she considers herself a good fighter after all–, however, the idea of others seeing your beauty, especially before her, and lusting after you, oh it just made her sick.

Your beauty was her’s to behold, not anyone else’s, and especially not Haechi.

Did she think that Haechi was trying to steal you away from her? No, she couldn’t even if she tried… Plus, Haechi wasn’t that type of person.

However, why did Haechi have to see you in your cute outfit? With your cute bows, your tight shirt that did nothing to hide your breasts from other’s view, your socks that wrap so snugly around your thighs, leading up to your skirt. A skirt that she wants to reach under and–

“Oh!” You perk up, and Gayoung is snapped out of her spiraling thoughts, hand twitching in yours. “Haechi unnie also picked out some earrings at this cute jewelry store we went to as well, look!” You turn to the side, revealing silver earrings with a metal black bow. It matches your outfit well, and Gayoung wanted to curse Haechi for her good taste.

“Those are nice…” she manages to get out, trying to supress the anger rising in her.

Haechi, seeing you in skirts, Haechi, picking out jewelry for you. That is her job, not Haechi’s, hers!

“Aren’t they! I had forgotten to wear some today, and you know how I hate going out without wearing earrings, and so Haechi unnie helped me pick out a pair. Isn’t she sweet?” You play with one of your earrings a bit with your free hand.

Isn’t she sweet, Gayoung thinks in a mocking tone, refusing to voice her displeasure out loud. She isn’t upset at you, she reminds herself. She isn’t upset at all, actually.

She is lying. She is upset.

As you two finish eating and Gayoung washes the dishes, you tell her more about your week, and Haechi’s name keeps popping up.

“Haechi unnie and I went to the movies!”

“Haechi unnie and I got our hair done together!”

“Haechi unnie and I played Just Dance, and I actually beat her a few times!”

Haechi unnie this, Haechi unnie that! Did you two spend every waking moment together?

Ok, sure, you two were best friends before Gayoung met you. And yes, Haechi was actually the one to introduce you two, so obviously you two would be really close.

However! That doesn’t placate the jealousy –it’s not jealousy– the annoying feeling deep in her chest as you mention what you two did together.

Did Haechi wait until Gayoung was gone to swoop in and take what was her’s? That sneaky little girl!

Deep, deep, deep, deep down, she doesn’t truly believe that, however, anger –not jealousy– is a crazy thing.

“Unnie, are you ok?” Your voice snaps her out of her trance, looking over at you drying the dishes she finished washing.

“Y-Yeah. I’m ok. Long day, I guess.” She leaves it at that, feeling the lump inside her throat get bigger as she looks at your exposed legs.

You hum, putting up the dishes in the cabinets. You didn’t like her silence or the conflicted look on her face, but you weren’t going to push her for more after the day she had.

“Why don’t you go and get ready for bed, hm? I’ve got it from here.” Gayoung’s body does feel heavy, especially after that meal, and especially after hearing all about Haechi.

“You sure,” she asks, just for clarification, not wanting to leave you doing all of the work by yourself.

“I’m sure. Go get some rest, unnie.” You lean up to kiss her, and Gayoung can’t help but wrap her arms around you, hand sneaking down and grabbing your ass in her large hands. You squeak into her mouth, allowing Gayoung to bite your lip before pulling away.

“Call me if you need anything, baby.” She says before stepping out of the room, heading for the shower. You are left dazed and weak in the knees, having to lean on the counter for support.

Your girlfriend has such a profound effect on you, that even the little touches can set you off like crazy. And with how affectionate she has been these past few hours, you don’t know how you’re going to survive these next few days as you two make up for lost time.

Soon you finish cleaning the kitchen, making your way back into the room, where Gayoung is sitting at the vanity doing her skincare. She smiles at you through the reflection, and you smile back before heading to the shower yourself.

When you emerge, you see Gayoung lying in bed, scrolling through her phone in silence, frown on her face.

“Unnie, what’s wrong, hm?” You start to put on your nightclothes, which is basically just one of Gayoung’s oversized shirts and some underwear, and crawl in bed next to her.

Gayoung shakes her head, plugging her phone up and opening her arms wide for you to lay on her, which you do eagerly.

“Just looking at my schedule for the week,” Gayoung lies. What she was actually doing was looking at Haechi’s new Instagram post. One of the pictures consisted of you and her, smiling at the camera widely as you carry a bunch of shopping bags. Haechi had an arm wrapped around you, and your chest was pushed up against hers, dangerously close. You looked so cute that Gayoung wanted to throw her phone at the fact that Haechi got to see you like this first, and that now, other people were seeing you like this as well.

Ah, it just made her so upset.

But she isn’t allowed to sit in her misery for long, as you had buried your face in her neck, grazing your lips over her skin. She smells so good to you.

“That bad, hm,” you ask against her throat, placing a feather-like kiss to it.

“Y-Yeah,” Gayoung says as you place more kisses on her skin. “I signed up to teach a few classes this week so I have to, ah,” you had started sucking on her neck, causing her to let out a soft moan, “so I have to choose which times I can teach for this week,” she is struggling to spit the lies out, mind focusing on the feeling of your lips and tongue on her neck. You pull back, blowing on the marks you left.

“Aww, my poor baby, working so diligently even after going to a whole different country.” You kiss her on the lips, placing your hand on her lap as she places one on your cheek. You pull away from her, giggling softly. “Haechi unnie told me the schedule was going to be hectic this week.”

And there you go, bringing up Haechi again.

How in the hell did she manage to sneak her way into this conversation?

You notice the change in Gayoung’s demeanor. The darkening of her doe eyes, her little scowl on her beautiful lips, the hand now gripping your jaw, hard.

“Is Haechi all you can fucking talk about?” She says through gritted teeth, pulling you closer to her. Your mouths are almost touching, and you want to kiss her so badly, but the grip on your face prevents you from moving forward. “I leave home for a week and you’ve become all friendly with her, like you want to replace me.”

Replace her? With Haechi? That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard, but her icy stare immobilized you, locking you in place and stopping you from speaking.

God this is turning you on.

“You couldn’t wait just one week, huh?” She shakes your head in her hand, jostling you around. “Just one fucking week was all it took for you to run up to the next bitch waiting for you, right?” Gayoung leans in close, whispering in your ear. “Since you were being so impatient, I’ll show you what you were missing so bad, you little slut.”

You can’t help the moan that leaves your mouth, feeling the arousal deep in your stomach and wet your underwear.

Gayoung slams you back onto the bed, crashing her lips onto yours. The kiss is a mess of tongue and teeth, completely overpowering you and filling your head in a haze. You become hyper aware of her touch. You feel her thighs against your hips, trapping you in place. You feel her breasts as she hovers over you, hard nipples poking through her white t-shirt. You’re aware of her warm tongue swirling around yours, swallowing your needy moans. You’re aware of her hand, removing its grip from your jaw as she pulls away. You whimper at the loss of contact, trying to chase her lips until you hear a loud smack.

Your head swivels to the side, eyes wide as you register a stinging sensation on your cheek. You stare up at Gayoung, eyes watering and dizzy. You were vaguely aware of the warmth in between your legs as you become wetter and wetter.

Gayoung just looks down at you, anger still in her eyes as she smacks you again, and again, and again.

They weren’t dangerously hard slaps, no. Gayoung would never do anything to actually hurt you. But they were just enough to make your mind go blank, to make your body jelly and to make you pliant. And pliant you were, as Gayoung let out a series of curses along with her frustrations.

“To think you’d just let anybody fucking look at you like this.”

Slap!

“To see your fucking body, my fucking body.”

Slap!

“It’s fucking ridiculous. But you just couldn’t wait, could you?”

Slap!

“You’re just so needy. That’s what you are, a needy bitch.”

Slap!

“Isn’t that right, jagi?” She tilts her head at you, tapping your burning cheek with her fingers.

You nod rapidly, tears forming in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, unnie! I’m your needy bitch.” At this point you’re bucking your hips up, trying to make Gayoung pay attention to your needs.

Gayoung smirks, one that means that you have a long night ahead of you. She tuts playfully at you, holding your hips down with her other hand.

“Looks like you need a lesson in patience, no?” Gayoung waits for a response, and you nod, looking up at her with wide eyes.

God, you needed her now.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed her until now, how a whole week without her touch left you weak and wanting more.

Her hand drags down from your cheek to your neck, fingers drumming over your rapid pulse. You bare your neck to her obediently, causing Gayoung to feel really giddy inside.

She finds joy in your disappointed whine as her fingers continue downward, towards your heaving chest. Your breath gets caught in your throat as she cups the underside of your breasts through your shirt, kneading them roughly in her hands. You push up into her, only for her to shove you back down on the bed, a warning in her eyes.

“What did I say about patience, jagi? Don’t fucking move.” Her voice is harsh, nothing like the sweet tone she had when she first came home. Her fingers move up, twisting your nipples roughly. The groan you let out was muffled, trying to hide it behind your hand.

Gayoung slaps it away from your mouth. “Don’t hide it from me. Show everyone how good I make you feel, yeah?” She hits your cheek again, a bit softer this time, and you rest your hand back on the bed as she continues to grip your breasts in her hands, to the point where it was starting to hurt.

She pinches your shirt in between her fingers, a disapproving look on her face. “Did you wear my shirts often to bed? Did you let others see you in it before they fucked you?”

God, what was she saying, you wonder as you lay there, trying your hardest not to squirm. Her possessiveness is through the roof, and it’s suffocating you.

“No, unnie! I’m all yours, only yours!” You try to reassure her, but she only laughs dryly in your face.

“Yeah right. All you do is show off this pretty body of yours to anyone who’s willing to see it.” In one fell swoop, she takes your shirt off, leaving your top barren to the cold room. “You’re such a fucking liar,” she says as she traces patterns in between your breasts, “and little liars don’t deserve to be touched.”

Your eyes widen, and you have never shaken your head quicker.

“Please unnie, I’m sorry! Please, please, please–” Gayoung cuts off your begging with a finger to her lips, shushing you.

“It’s too late to apologize now, jagi. You need to learn a lesson.” You feel her hand drag her hand down your stomach, down your thighs, pinching your skin in between her fingers. You feel her fingers dip in between your thighs, pulling your legs apart. She looks down at your cunt as if she was studying you. There’s a large wet patch on your underwear, and Gayoung can’t believe she got you to this point just by slapping you.

“Look at you, my love,” she hooks her finger around the edge of your underwear, moving her finger side to side before pulling your underwear back, letting it snap back against your skin. Your skin crawls, trying so hard not to buck your hips up. “You’re fucking drenched. Is all this for me?” You nod rapidly, biting your lip hard.

You want her to touch you, you want to touch her, so, so bad, but you didn’t want to upset her further.

Her finger drags over the top of your mound, and you’re keening not even five seconds in.

“So, so impatient, jagi.” Gayoung crawls down the bed, becoming eye level with your clothed pussy, and you are excited. It’s been so long since you felt her fingers, her tongue, her.

She blows on your cunt and watches as you jump, a gargled whine coming out of your mouth.

You’re trying so hard to be good for her, and it gives Gayoung so much satisfaction. However, she isn’t done with you just yet.

Just like she took off your shirt, she quickly swipes off your underwear, leaving your entire body bare for her, only her.

And good god did she miss your body. She missed all of your curves, every bump and stretch mark, the way your skin glows under the lamp light, the way you look at her with so much love. And you’re hers, all hers.

And she is going to remind you of that tonight.

As she admires you, dragging her hands up and down your thighs, getting so, so close to your throbbing pussy, you’re wondering why the hell she isn’t touching you.

It was starting to hurt, the way you’re begging to be touched. It’s simply torturous, and yet Gayoung is just sitting there with a stupid smirk on her face. You were so close to just grabbing her head and pushing her into you.

That is, before she delivers a small smack to your clit.

That alone almost has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, about to burst at the seams from anticipation.

“God, jagi. You’re messing up my sheets,” Gayoung fucking laughs at you, and you want to kill her. You settle on begging instead, hoping it’ll garner you a little bit of sympathy from her.

“Unnie, unnie please. I’ve been so good for you, just please touch me, please–” Gayoung delivers another slap to your cunt, relishing in the way your juices spread on her fingers from that little touch alone.

“I bet no one else can make you this wet, huh? Especially without touching you, right?” You only whimper, tears forming in your eyes. Gayoung frowns at your lack of response, digging her nails into your thighs. “Answer me, you little bitch.” Her words make your eyes widen, and you struggle to form a response, only able to focus on how much your pussy was pulsing and leaking right now. Her nails are doing little to ease your pain.

You’re being fucking blue balled and it’s not fair.

“Please, Gayoungie… it hurts so bad, I need to feel you.”

Gayoung frowns even more, humming in mock contemplation. “You wanna feel me, huh?” You nod again, hoping, praying, that she gives you something, anything, to relieve this tension in your core.

Gayoung removes her hands and takes off her shirt, slow and tantalizing. Her perfect breasts pop out, and you want nothing more than to have them in your mouth, to caress them, mark them up.

She takes off her boxers, and your mouth waters at the sight of her naked body in front of you.

You missed her so bad. A week without her felt like a lifetime, and being denied her body is a torture you never want to experience again.

“Please let me touch you, unnie. I need it, I need you, so, so badly, I…I need,” you’re becoming delirious at this point, all of your emotions and senses at an all time high, and she hasn’t even done anything to you yet.

Gayoung only moves over you, hands on the side of your head. She stares down at you, eyes roaming your pleading face. One hand sneaks up to your head, fingers sneaking into your hair. She grabs a handful of it, pushing your face into her chest, with only one command.

“Suck, you little slut.”

You waste no time and immediately bring your lips around one of her nipples, swirling your tongue around the hardened bud. You can’t help the moans that leave your mouth as you flatten your tongue, licking her like she was candy.

You needed this. You need to make her feel good, and with the way she’s breathing above you, you’re succeeding, though you really wish she would praise you for it.

Pensively, you bring a hand up to her other tit, tentatively pinching her nipple with your finger. Though she told you not to move, you were dying to feel her again, and at the moment she wasn’t admonishing you, so you continue your ministrations, switching which tit you suck on periodically.

But too soon does she pull you away, sitting back on her hind legs to stare down at you, eyes cloudy and chest marked up.

She is in the perfect position to put her pussy on yours.

But instead, she gets up, reaching for the dresser by the bed.

“Unnie?” You sit up to try and see what she is trying to find. It isn’t long until you get your answer, with Gayoung pulling out a very large dildo and her harness. You feel a lump forming in your throat, feeling both sorry for your poor cunt and excited that Gayoung is going to finally touch you. She puts on her harness, and gets back on the bed silently, kneeling over you as she attaches the dildo to the harness.

The way Gayoung is looking down at you feels voyeuristic, like she’s going to devour you and spit you right back out, and you’ll love every minute of it.

She slaps the tip on your clit, and the moan you let out was damn near pornographic.

“My poor baby, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you,” she coos, running her cock through your folds and watching it glisten in the dim light. You nod, biting your lip. “I don’t need to prep you much, right?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer before she pushes her entire length into you. You practically scream, hands digging into the mattress and eyes squeezing shut. Your legs threaten to shut close immediately, but Gayoung holds them apart with her hands, pulling you closer to wrap your legs around her waist.

You feel her hands roam your hips, up your waist, your chest and then to your jaw. She grips your jaw in her hand again and turns your head to face her.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she orders, slapping you again before setting a brutal pace.

You’re moaning immediately, tears forming in your eyes and running down your face. Your body is bouncing up the bed, head threatening to fall off the side with how hard she was thrusting into you.

You can barely say Gayoung’s name, almost biting your tongue every time you try to speak, but you want to touch her so badly.

“Un, fuck, unnie, please,” you start to beg, hands reaching up weakly. “Please, can… can I touch you? Please… I’ve been so,” Gayoung angles her hips, slapping your hand away from her. “I’ve been so good, unnie please!”

Gayoung likes the way you want to please her, only her. It makes her happy to know that she’s molded you into something just for her, her little fucktoy.

She rewards you with a hand on your neck, slender fingers wrapping around your waiting throat, silencing your pleading. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, angling your head to give her more access. Your mouth opens wide, and Gayoung takes the chance to spit in it. She chuckles when you swallow, as if on instinct.

“Oh, you dirty bitch. You’ve been waiting on this, huh,” Gayoung taunts you, squeezing tighter and tighter. You start to gasp in between your moans, trying your hardest to reply to her. “You’ve been waiting on me to destroy you, to make this pussy mine again, right? Because no one can make you feel this good huh? Can Haechi make you feel this good, can she fuck you as good as I do?”

You shake your head as Gayoung squeezes harder, legs shaking as your body convulses. You hear Gayoung panting above you, her moans going straight to your battered pussy.

“N-No… un…unnie… shit,” you manage to get out, voice hoarse. Gayoung begins to lighten her grip, but your hands shoot up to hers, keeping her hand in place.

Gayoung laughs at you, returning back to her previous grip. “You’re so fucking nasty. You always act so damn innocent all the time,” Gayoung lands a few good hits on your cheek, making you look up at her, “What do you think Haechi would think if she saw you like this? The innocent (y/n) getting the shit fucked out of her, creaming on my cock. The innocent (y/n) getting off to being choked and slapped around like a little rag doll. You’d think she’d enjoy it if we sent her a little video?” You become even wetter, your slick coating your thighs and the sound of Gayoung battering your insides permeating throughout the room.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to see how much of a whore you are, seeing how easy you give it up when asked. You’re fucking pathetic!” Gayoung laughs again, tilting her head back as the harness rubs against her clit.

You groan at her words, but are unable to get a word out, starting to get lost in pleasure.

“Aww, look at you. You can’t even say anything to defend yourself. Too fucked out huh, jagi? Too stupid to answer me?” She pulls your hair with her free hand, “My stupid. Fucking. Girl,” she accentuates each word with a thrust, and you feel like you’re floating.

You feel a coil start to build up in your stomach, and despite Gayoung’s warning to stay still, you start to buck your hips up, meeting her half way.

“Ha…Ga-Gayoungie… I’m so,” you try to tell her, feeling your release approaching fast.

Unfortunately, your girlfriend is so, so mean, because she pulls out, leaving your bruised pussy clenching around nothing, releasing her grip on your neck as she does so. You gasp for air, whining and kicking your feet like a brat.

“Unnie, why’d you stop… I was so close,” you pant, sweaty chest riding up and down. Gayoung ignores you, electing to take her harness off instead. “Unnie, unnie please,” you say as she throws the strap to the side, your chances of her letting you cum getting lower and lower. “Unnie–”

“Unnie, unnie, unnie,” Gayoung mocks you, faking your pathetic whimpers and moans. She climbs over you, grabbing fistfuls of your hair. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” she says, shoving your face into her aching cunt. “Make this unnie feel good, yeah?”

You waste no time in doing so, your own orgasm a low priority now that you finally get to touch her.

You lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, moaning at the taste of her that you’ve been denied from for so long. Gayoung is so wet, her slick practically pooling on your tongue as you try and gather it all with every lick of her cunt. Your tongue swirls around her clit, mixed in with harsh sucking and your moaning as Gayoung starts to hump your face with fervor.

“Yeah, baby, just like that, ah,” Gayoung sings your first praise of the night, and your soul almost leaves your body then and there.

You rim your tongue around her entrance, pushing into it with your tongue, and Gayoung almost kneels over, having to hold onto the headboard to keep herself steady.

“Oh, I missed this mouth of yours, baby. Humped my pillow every night but it just wasn’t the same,” she groans, grip on your head becoming tighter. You moan even louder, thrusting into her even faster. “You missed this pussy, jagi? You missed having my, mmhm, you missed having my thighs wrapped around your head? Fucking, ah!” Her thighs shake as you nod, nose hitting her very sensitive clit. She’s moving like a madman, chasing her orgasm without a care in the world.

You could die right here, suffocating under her with your tongue lodged inside her, her grip on your head stinging.

Her body is tingling, orgasm building in her stomach, cries of yes and keep going, hitting your ears.

“Don’t stop baby, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she orders, biting her lip as she tilts her head back, feeling you dig your head into her like you’re starving for food.

Her orgasm hits her before she knows it’s coming, and the moan she lets out is loud, continuing to hump on your face as she cums all over it and wets your entire mouth.

You try to sneak a few more licks in before Gayoung removes herself from you, hissing in overstimulation. She lets go of your hair, throwing your head back on the bed. You immediately go to lick her cum off your lips, gathering what was left on your chin and sucking them off your fingers.

Gayoung watches you with a smile, gripping your thighs as she pulls you towards her.

“Good girl,” she praises you again, and you whine at her, wanting her to do it again. “No one else gives you pussy this good, right? No one else will ever fuck you as good as I do.”

You moan around your fingers, letting them go with a pop as you answer her, “No one, unnie. Never.” You’re eyes are so hazy, and you look so fucked out that she wants to make you bounce on her dick for the rest of the night.

But you’ve been so good for her tonight, and you should be rewarded for it.

Gayoung kneels at the edge of the bed, dragging you towards her again, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Let me make my baby feel good, ok?” And with that she immediately attaches her mouth to your cunt, tongue running up and down your folds as if this was going to be her last meal. You let your moans spill out, hands immediately going to her red hair to grip it.

“Feels so good, unnie. Missed you so much,” you gasp as she delivers a sharp suck to your clit. “Thought about your tongue all the time, needed to feel you on me,” you cry, back arching off the bed as you start to hump her face. Gayoung adds her fingers, two slipping in so easily and pumping them insanely fast. “When I, fuck, when I tried to touch myself, I could only do it in your shirts, or your… or with your pillow, I,” Gayoung adds a third finger as she plants kisses on your thighs, sucking marks there. “It was never the same. Nothing is like your fingers, nothing can beat it. I need it so bad, unnie…”

Gayoung smirks at your confession, curling her fingers up into you.

“I know, baby. Nobody will ever come close to this, right? Say it,” she orders, looking you in your eyes. There’s nothing but pure want in both of your gazes. “Say that you belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Gayoung! Only yours!”

“Yeah you are. You’re my pretty baby,” she plants a kiss to your clit, watching your legs tremble beneath her. “You gonna cum, jagi?” You nod rapidly, coil ready to snap at any moment.

“Please, please can I cum, baby, please!” You beg, thighs tightening around her head.

“Cum for me, pretty,” she orders, sucking on your clit one last time.

Your vision goes white, body convulsing heavily as you scream, all of the pent up energy from the past week unloading onto Gayoung, who fingers you through your orgasm.

When you come to, you see Gayoung’s soaked face and chin, licking you off her fingers. She moans at the taste of you, wiping off her face and putting her fingers in her mouth once again. Once she is done with that, she immediately bends down and starts kissing you all over your face and neck, rubbing your waist with care.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she says in between kisses, and you can only stare up at her in a daze, still recovering from your orgasm.

Gayoung looks down at you, moving some hair from your face, and rubbing a thumb over your neck. The look in her eyes is one of pure love, and you’re sure that she can see the same in yours.

“I love you, jagi,” she whispers, connecting your lips together softly. She pulls apart from you too soon, and you give her a small smile.

“I love you too, my jealous baby,” you giggle at the way her ears turn red, burying her face in your neck.

You wrap your arms around her, allowing the both of you to bask in the glow of your beautiful night.

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why do I feel like bada is slowly being left aside and there are less and less things being written about her?

#bada lee #bada x reader #bada lee x reader

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taemin93 · 10 months

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I don't like him, I don't like people talking about him to me, I don't like seeing things related to him on bada tag or on accounts related ONLY TO BADA.

I respect what they have, but I don't have to like him or be a fan of him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#bada lee

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Laurrr it's me hi I'm the problem it's me jokee I trulyyy love your story please I'm obsess 🥹

This is my another request hihi uhm monika and the reader is in public relationship she's part of prowdmon like during the evaluation they're targeting the reader, and the whole group prowdmon specially monika is fuming while reader is like chill something like that btw the reader is like soft spoken person and like super light vibe person, very comforting looking person, so when she dance everyone was shocked because she's the opposite when chilling 🫶🏻

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(Monika Shin x Reader)

➺ thank you saur much Anon, here is your request. I apologize because this took way too long. Anygays I hope y'all are doing well.<3 You can skip to 2:00 mins to get the vibe of the battle ♡

It's been a while since I made appearance in battles and made noise in the dancing scene. But my presence is always mentioned even though I don't appear. It's not gonna be easy for them to get rid of my name. Especially with how many I contributed to the community.

And for that people recognize and appreciated me. I appeared in battles globally and gave recognition and wins while representing my country. I made way for them to be recognized, and even though I took a hiatus. Because of an injury, it was not lethal but it required me to rest for a while.

People still wanna get involved in me. And my business and personal relationships. It's not a secret that I am in a long term relationship with who is known as the Professors of Dancers. They constantly wanna get updates about what's happening with our relationship.

While we're in the middle of our dinner date, in our favorite restaurant. Monika suddenly opened up about the new opportunity. "So I was offered to create a crew and participate in a new show." She said, not beating around the bush.

"That's great love!" I said enthusiastically, still enjoying the food. "Can I?" I asked softly, knowing from her expression that my question is bugging her. I observed her hesitant face.

"Sooni knows right?" She nod, almost hesitantly. She gave me the look. The look that's telling me that this is bothering her. But there is still something inside her that wants me to join."Please?" I reach for her hand to further convince her.

"You're injured" She finally let out, I let out a small sigh. "I wouldn't wanna risk your health." I just stared at her, Monika started to bite her lips as she observed my reaction. She waited nervously for any answer, her grip on my hands tightened as worry seeps inside her.

"Darling? Say something..." Her voice so small, she doesn't know why she's feeling nervous. Probably it was because she still didn't know if I would or could continue dancing.

"I'm already healed... Please Monika, I'll be very careful" the look of anticipation spread all over my face as she played with my fingers. A moment of silence passed between us before I asked.

"What's the show?" she almost relaxed and explained what show it is. And that confirmed my question. As the producer also contacted me about it but I still haven't responded. Because I know that they'll contact her and I wanna be with her in this competition.

It's heartwarming that they are finally recognizing dancers. "Alright, I'll do it with you." I squealed and kissed her in celebration. "You promise to be careful?" She asked, the doubtful thoughts made its way because of my situation.

Suddenly, the people in the restaurant is forgotten, Monika placed her chair next to you, she took both of your hands with hers.

"You deserve to be there Y/n. You could be the judge because of how big of a contribution you made. And I know this has always been your passion, but I wouldn't want you causing yourself harm because of doing something you love. So promise me, please?." She begged for my safety, she knows how carefree I can be when I'm in my element.

But for her, I'll be careful so I wouldn't worry her. I nodded sincerely at her. Promising her wholeheartedly.

"So what's next?" Just then the mood shifted into something lighter. We're already suggesting ideas with each other. Picking the crew member and the name of the crew.

The competition came sooner. Luckily, years of experience came in handy. You came back to practicing and even teaching classes at Monika's studio, trying to get used to it again so I wouldn't get overwhelmed. And it's honestly good to be back.

And into the dance battle you go. When you descend down the stairs. You look at each crews there. PROWDMON's presence is certainly overwhelming, you can see how nervous the other crew are. But PROWDMON greeted them with energy, especially Monika who's making jokes as we made our way to our seat.

"I like this." I blurted out to Monika. While smiling at the crews. Monika's arm is wrapped around my waist as we settled. I am honestly happy. I was about to point out the energy when our crew performance is flash on the screen.

"That's us." Monika pointed, and we immediately payed attention to the screen moving closer to see it better. YGX was the first to comment, and it was safe. The other crew pointed out MoLip's career and mine.

It was all jokes and laughters between other crews because of their comments about the age. But then it took a completely different turn.

When other crew mentioned my name, I remained focus. My eyes on the screen as I listened to what they are saying after complementing me and my contributions.

"But y/n saem, has been on hiatus." Other crew pointed out and the rest of the other crews followed, "so I'm really curious to see her."

"I wonder if her skill reduced"

"Would she still be the same after that injury and break? I doubt that she'll still be the same."

"She looks far too soft here."

I nodded calmly at their words. In my peripheral vision I can see that those who said their words were nervous. But I gave them an assuring and comforting smile. But Monika is certainly not happy with their words.

Disbelief noises left PROWDMON's members they all commented and defended me proudly, looking at crews who said those words as they stare at them in warning.

Monika and I remained silent, me because I was still focused on the screen while Monika because she did not like their comments. Not one bit. The look on her face changed, and she would voice it out.

"I hate that." Monika's authoritative voiced echoed around the room. Suddenly, the air was tense. When the energy of PROWDMON changed. They all remained silent, some not meeting our eyes. They have all the nerves to say those words when we are not in front of us.

But where did those nerves go?

Before Monika could say something else. It was my turn to wrap my arm around her waist. Finally, the torture has ended and we returned to our seat with the members heavy footsteps. Monika looked at the crews once again, warning them with her commanding eyes.

"It's fine" I took her hand and kiss it to calm her down. Her breath heaved as she tried to relax. "Calm down babe, it's chill." I calmly stated but Monika would not tolerate such behavior.

The other crews saw the interaction you both are having, they gulp as they saw you tame the beast which is Monika. Some of them whispering how you prove their point about you being "too soft" because of your attitude this time.

The show's MC was introduced and the program continues. And the no respect battle was introduced. Dancers are given some time to change into something comfortable that they can dance while wearing.

Prowdmon are in their hideout doing their own thing, you're fixing your sleeves when Monika made her way closer to you. She present her arm, and you chuckle before helping her fix her white sleeves.

"Don't mind them okay?" She tuck your hair behind your ears before she caress your cheeks affectionately. But your serious gaze made her say something, "I don't like their words towards you." You gave her a soft smile before Hyo Won came for your defense.

"They don't know what they're talking about." The other members chants follows "Show them! Show Them!" We all gather together for a group hug before the screen told us to go back.

Once the crews are settled. The battle began, and as much as this is a competition. It is also a show. And the crews enjoyed the performance of those in the battle ground.

"The dancer that I can beat is..." there was a long pause in Rihey's words as she scan the crews one by one. Until our crew name PROWDMON came out. I smiled, knowing who it is already. It was expected as she was one of the many that says a lot about me.

"PROWDMON Y/n." They let out collective gasps and wows. My team stayed silent with proud faces as they know what's bound to happen. I just smiled as I walk to the stage.

Just happy to be back. I nodded my head at Rihey not dropping my smile. The MC introduced us before the song started playing. I gave her a nod, acknowledging that she will go first.

Her body started following the rhythm as she started dancing. The look on my eyes and face changed. Suddenly the tension became heavier as they thought that this would be a light hearted moment.

I tilted my head, my face stoic as she tried to taunt me while dancing. I gave a small smirk while she bounced and dance desperately. She is good, I gave her that.

I approve but I'm not her to evaluate her. I'm her competition and Competition I am.

"Switch to PROWDMON Y/N!" Loud cheers erupted, I let myself soak in their cheers. Completely turning into the person that they all know.

"Make it bounce up, Make it bounce up" the crowd cheered as I lip synced the lyrics. I step up. Calm before the storm.

Then, me and the music became one. I managed to kneel in the first few seconds. Bouncing while on my knees as I popped.

As I move my whole body. The audience move with me. The unity and cohesiveness of my dance is undeniable and unmatched.

There was no denying that when you dance, you stole the whole room's attention. Your presence demanded and attracted them. And it doesn't help that your expression is perfect. The way you convey the mood through your face.

The way your body sways with the music. You flow like a wave, smooth and hard, your moves crystal like the water. And your dance range wide like the ocean. You orchestrate the room with your movements.

They all scream when they saw how impactful you are. You gesture to the now mesmerized Rihey. Making her dance like she's someone being sway by the wave. Your influence and presence is totally unmatched.

You look like a different person. You, but still different. Whoever underestimated you is now proven. You did not grow weaker. But you came back stronger despite having something that would make you weaker.

Your audience screamed and clap once you're done. You bowed in respect. You heard them talk and they were overwhelmed with the battle. Rihey and you put out a legendary fight.

You laugh when they threw their shoes and some threw their banner. Rihey makes her way closer to you and she bowed. You gave her a sweet smile before giving her a hug.

"That was WOW" the Daniel shake his head and let out an impressed noise. "Indeed it was, I can't believe I'm blessed to witness that" Boa added, your eyes twinkling as you wait for their vote.

Monika's voice is the loudest when she saw how you won with unanimous vote. You bowed to your opponent and hopped back to your teammates.

"I'm so proud! I'll definitely treat you later" she marveled with you in her arms. You melted into her arms for a moment before the rest of PROWDMON went in for a group hug.

You laugh altogether before you settle back to your seats, faces all proud. Victory is certainly a good look in your team. And not only were you marveling in victory but also you were all genuinely happy to be there.

Once the episode shoot is finished. You said goodbye to the rest of the crew with the next mission in mind. You all decided to have dinner together some other time.

Your smirk went back on your face as you look at Monika mischievously. You brought your face closer to her ear, making sure to caress her hand as you whisper, voice slow and low.

"I can't wait for that treat"

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𝙷𝚛𝚜 & 𝙷𝚛𝚜 (𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: you really didn't believe in love before but then you met Monika who changed your whole view.

Warnings: mentions of abusive past relationships, cursing and suggestive theme 🫶🫶

(A/N: I'm slowly working on the requests i received and hopefully i get all of it done by the first week of December and also thank you to my bestie @sun-nyy for letting me use her name 🥺🥺 love ya bestie 🫶)

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You tried to deny it. You tried to fool yourself that you're not falling for your backup dancer, Monika Shin. But then whenever your gaze meets hers, you could feel a spark of electricity flow throughout your system. It's like the more you look at her, the more drawn you are towards her. She makes you feel things you swore that you'll never feel again for someone after your last attempt at a relationship.

"Hey Y/N? Hey.. Are you okay?" you were snapped out of your thoughts as Monika nudged you, handing you your water bottle as you were working on a choreography for your new song.

"Yeah! You hungry? I'm already starving.. Wanna go grab some food together?" you asked and she raised an eyebrow at your question. You normally would just ask if she wanted something and order it but today is different. You actually wanted to go out and buy a meal with her. She wanted to smack herself in the end as a smile made its way to her lips, her delusional heart keeps telling her this is a date and not just a normal meal between co-workers.

"Yeah sure. I'm just gonna go grab our bags then we're off to get some food." she says and you nodded your head. You put on your jacket and watched her gather both your bags. Your eyes wandered to her figure then to her tattooed arms. Oh how much you wanted to wake up being embraced by those arms.

Monika approached you and handed you your bag before both of you went outside and to a nearby restaurant to eat. You had to remind yourself that you're just eating together and it doesn't mean that you're on a date with her even if you want to. It just wouldn't work. Well you wanted to believe that it wouldn't work just because you're scared that she's just gonna break your heart like others did. You didn't want that kind of heartache again. Too messy and you'd rather focus on your career rather than a silly crush.

You didn't expect to spend time and talk with Monika. You planned to grab a quick bite but then it turned to two hours of talking and getting to know each other. Taking pictures and just being silly together. The more you talked to her, the more you wanted for the moment to never end. You could stay there, spend hours talking to her, hearing her laugh and you'll never get bored. You just couldn't get enough of her and she feels the same way unbeknownst to you.

Monika could tell that you're a bit guarded but then that meal together changed a lot of things. You opened up bits of your life that you normally don't share with anyone, some stories before you became this beloved idol that everyone wants and how people broke your heart that made you not believe in love anymore. Monika wanted to just hold you and promise you that she'll never do that but then she also knew that you won't believe words, that you'll need more than words to convince you that love isn't just full of pain.

Weeks go by and you grow closer with Monika. Even on days that you're not practicing the choreography for your new song, you'd often meet up for coffee or just to hang out which felt weird to you but you couldn't stop yourself from going or from inviting her. There were some allegations that you're dating each other which your management tried to shut down but you're often seen with the dancer so it was no use.

"So.. What's really going on with you and Monika? Are you two dating??" Natalia, your best friend and a fellow idol, asked and you just rolled your eyes at her question. Why would she think you're dating Monika? Were you too obvious about your crush or is she being weird?

"What? No! Why would you think that??" You asked and she just laughed at your reaction before looking at Monika then back at you, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Bitch, I have eyes and everyone could agree that you and Monika are really into each other. The way you move around each other, those in love looks and don't get me started on the sexual tension. I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet." Natalia says and you thought about what she said. Were you that obvious with your feelings for Monika?

"You're being crazy.. Anyways, I'm off to rehearsals because my manager will put me in a sack if I slack off again." you told her and playfully kissed her cheek before jogging off to where Monika is waiting for you.

Meanwhile, Monika watched your whole interaction with Natalia. She couldn't hear what you guys are talking about and she doesn't really care but what you did just made her jealousy boil. She knows you're very close to Natalia, you'd sometimes jokingly tell people that you're girlfriends and would often spam each other's posts with hearts and 'i love you' but seeing you kiss the other idol's cheek really didn't sit well with Monika. She should be the one receiving your kisses. She knows she sounds delusional at the moment but it felt like a huge blow when she saw you kissing someone else, even if it was just on the cheek.

"Hi, are we rehearsing now?" you asked Monika and she just looked at you, face stoic yet there's some anger in her eyes and jealousy before she pulled you inside the studio reserved for your rehearsal. She locked the door and pushed you against the door, her body preventing you from going anywhere and then she kissed you. Her kiss was passionate yet it was also careful enough to not hurt you by accident. You were taken aback by her actions, it didn't fully sink in your brain that Monika is kissing you until she pulls away, forehead resting against yours.

"I'm sorry but I just couldn't stop myself anymore, Y/N.. I've fallen so hard for you.." she apologized and you could swear your heart skipped a beat from her words. So it wasn't a one sided love situation after all. She's also in love with you like how you're in love with her.

"Less talking, do it again.." you told her, arms wrapping loosely around her shoulders and body pressing against hers. Monika just chuckled and pressed a light kiss on your lips that made you pout as you wanted more of her kisses.

"So bossy.. I could spend hours and hours kissing you.." she says before kissing you once more and this time you kissed her back. You don't know how much time passed as you were way too busy making out with Monika. Your manager will be so pissed if she finds out you're just slacking off. That instead of rehearsing, you're just making out with your choreographer without a care in the world but you just told yourself you'll worry about that later. You just wanted to focus on Monika's lips against yours and her arms roaming under your loose shirt.

You only stopped making out because someone knocked on the door. You laughed and helped each other freshen up. You were about to unlock the door when Monika pulled you back and placed a kiss on your nape that sent shivers down your spine.

"Let's go out for dinner later then you can crash at my place if you ever want some kisses.. I don't think you had enough.." Monika whispered to your ear that made your cheeks heat up and a wide smile appeared on your lips.

"I'll take you up on that offer, Ms. Shin.. But just so you know, you won't be able to bribe me with just dates and kisses if you want me to be your girlfriend." you told her and she nodded her head, a smile on her face as she just held you in her arms.

"I know, Y/N.. But just so you wait.. I will love you like no one else has done before so you better be ready." you taught yourself to not believe in words alone but hearing her say those, you could feel your heart believing every single word and holding on to those dearly.

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