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「 Love Me Harder 」

a. daniela x f reader ✎𓂃 Being surrounded by all the girls during Dream Academy was a breeze for you until you met Daniela. You felt a spark that she didn't feel, and it made you lose your own spark. Daniela feels regretful and believes it's too late, but thankfully, you kept your promise to her.

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requested ! HI³ can I request for a Dani x reader fluff and maybe with a spritz of angst? Dani is straight but reader is so gay and flirty to Dani that she turned her gay. LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITINGS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🙏🙏🙏

author's note ! I got too excited for this one y'all. I think I may have leaned into the angst more than I should've and less of the gayness, BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS.

Ever since you were a kid, you loved being in front of the camera—surrounded by big productions and the chaos that came with them. Wanting to be in the entertainment industry felt hereditary at this point.

Your mom acted in local films. Your dad had a knack for stand-up comedy. Your grandma loved to sing, and your grandpa tap danced—talent just seem to run in your blood.

Over the years, you’d gone through countless auditions, projects, and casting calls.

So when you auditioned for HYBE x Geffen, no one was surprised. But when you got in, that’s when they lost it, hearing them eavesdropping outside your bedroom door during the zoom call, celebrating before you'd even gotten the chance to say anything.

Once in-person training started, you were already familiar with a few girls thanks to online training. Lexie and Emily were your first real life friends out of the bunch, but with your adaptable personality, most of the girls warmed up to you quickly.

You were one of the older trainees, and because of that, a lot of the younger girls leaned on you. Especially the ones with little to no prior training, some nights ended with two sixteen-year-olds crying on your shoulders.

With the older trainees, you blended right in. You ranked high across the board, and several coaches placed you in the top five in every category.

A few new trainees trickled in over the first couple of months, a constant thought lingered over everyone's heads. The longer you survived, the more you could be replaced by someone newer.

Some of the new additions included Marquise, Karlee, Abby, Brooklyn, Manon, and others. But the one who stood out most to you?

Daniela.

She caught your attention from the start. Unlike most girls—who had at least a basic understanding of K-pop—Daniela came in practically clueless. At first, you thought the training system would eat her alive. But that changed the second you saw her dance.

You remembered it clearly. That dance evaluation day, Daniela had recently been bumped into the B classes, a level only a few girls managed to reach at that point in time.

You watched as the sound of her heels echoed softer with each step toward the center of the studio.

Once the music started, it was like she transformed. Dancing in thin heels, she carried herself with a confidence, at least, that’s how you saw it. Of course, no matter how well anyone did, criticism was always given.

You’d first officially met her that day in the LA house, when she introduced herself to the group.

“I’m Daniela,” she said, standing in front of the couch where most of the girls had gathered. Everyone extroverted talked to her, but you just looked.

She sat down, her bleached hair bright against the black cropped tee she wore. She shifted around, trying to get comfortable, all while smiling through obvious nerves as she answered questions. It was odd—how silent you became.

Lexie, seated next to you, leaned in. “You feeling okay?” You nodded. She puffed her cheeks, suspicious at the action, “I would’ve thought you’d be rapid-firing questions by now.”

You shut your eyes briefly, letting out a small laugh. “I don’t wanna overwhelm her. She looks like she needs a second to warm up.”

Lexie nodded, realizing it was a fair statement to make. But that wasn’t the full truth. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak to her for weeks.

Even when you were in the same group, the same room—nothing. It made you feel ridiculous as your older than most of the girls, and yet, you couldn’t even say hello.

Eventually, you worked yourself up to it. You knocked on a bedroom door. Daniela opened it, Emily and Sophia sitting behind her on the floor. All three looked at you, a little confused. Your brain nearly short-circuited, but you were able to calm down a bit.

“Hey, um… I don’t mean to intrude. I just realized I haven’t properly introduced myself. You’ve been here a while already,” you said, swallowing the nerves. “I’m Y/n, if you didn’t know. If you need anything, I’m always around.”

Daniela nodded, while Sophia raised a brow from her spot on the floor. “I know,” Daniela said, smiling. “But thanks for coming all the way to tell me. I might take you up on that.”

Your voice had a usual upbeat tone, but Sophia and Emily—who already knew about your sexuality—noticed something else in your smile.

They grinned at each other in that way that made you scrunch your brows at them.

You hadn’t expected Daniela to actually take you up on the offer. Especially since Sophia was always nearby, but when you got assigned to the same vocal training group, that changed.

It was June 2023. Five of you were in a small room, with Gabe, the vocal instructor, sitting at a keyboard.

You had already gone—singing that damned song they kept on repeat, Don’t Start Now by Dua Lipa. Gabe didn’t have much negative feedback, making it clear you were one of his favorites.

Daniela, on the other hand, didn’t get off so easy. Gabe said she lacked projection, needed more control.

You gave her a small, sympathetic smile. Not being able to say anything in the moody atmosphere of the room.

When you stepped out of the room, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Daniela stood behind you, eyes down on her lyric sheet.

“Would you be willing to help me?”

You smiled. “Of course. You free the next couple hours?”

“I’m free for the rest of the day.”

“Wanna head to the dance studio and go over it there?”

She nodded, following you into the wide, mirrored space. You both sat down. Daniela sang through the song once, trying to apply Gabe’s notes. While she sang, you marked your own lyric sheet, penciling in little notes where little hiccups happened.

“When you sing ‘If you don’t wanna see me,’ try opening your mouth a bit more,” you said gently. “It’ll help with projection. Control should come easier that way.”

She followed your suggestion, already sounding stronger. The two of you went on for about forty minutes until you felt she’d improved enough. Daniela dropped onto the floor beside you, legs splayed out, head tilted back.

You heard her groan—probably from vocal fatigue—before she turned and looked at you. “Thanks for helping me out, Y/n.”

“Of course. I said I would.”

“I really appreciate it.” Her hand landed on your shoulder.

You looked at her, your heart skipped and looking back, you weren’t sure when it started.

Maybe it was the first time you saw her perform in heels, or maybe it was when she thanked you in that soft voice, placing a hand on your shoulder like it meant something. You weren’t the type to get flustered easily. If anything, you were known for your confidence. Always the first to ask questions, to jump into conversations, to make people feel at home.

But something about Daniela made your brain turn wonky. It wasn’t like some dramatic realization. It crept up on you over time.

You would glance too long, a brush of your arm that made you feel like you were in middle school again. You’d catch yourself zoning out whenever she talked or laugh too hard at her jokes, even when they weren’t funny. And every time she smiled at you, that flutter in your chest made you feel like you were falling into something you didn’t know how to name.

You started acting weird. You, of all people.

You, who helped trainees fix their mics without hesitation. You, who didn’t shy away from physical affection or deep eye contact. Now, you could barely speak without stumbling over your words when she was around. The second it was just the two of you, you’d clam up.

And of course, the girls noticed.

It started with Megan, then Lara, then Sophia, then Manon.

Lara, who had joined training a bit later, got close to you and Sophia fast. She’s an observant one too because one night, she caught you staring across the room at Daniela, who was busy tying her shoe, and Lara whispered, “Your gay little crush is showing.”

You almost choked on your water.

Sophia—who had known for a while—tried to be supportive at first. She nudged you to tell Dani. Even rehearsed a fake conversation with you in the laundry room at some point, but failed to succeed.

Then Manon had been one of the first people to befriend Daniela when she joined. The two were pretty close, and one afternoon, the three of you were hanging out after dance practice, sitting on the studio floor, sweaty and laughing about something stupid Sophia did during rehearsal.

When Daniela stood to grab her water, Manon leaned in toward you and whispered with a grin, “You’re so obvious it’s painful.”

You blinked. “What?”

“She doesn’t see it. But I do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.”

You swore your face was on fire the entire time Daniela sat back down beside you. But while the girls whispered to you about it, their approach toward her was different.

They didn’t uplift your feelings like Sophia tried to. Instead, they just started planting little seeds in Daniela’s mind. “Y/n always looks out for you,” Lara would say casually. Or Manon would tell her, “She treats you differently than the others, don’t you think?”

Dani would just tell everyone, “Y/n is nice to everyone.”

Sometimes, she would get tired of the implications, “She doesn’t like me like that. And even if she did, I’m straight. It’s not going to happen.”

But then… she started noticing things. Like how you always opened her water bottle before handing it to her. You never did that for anyone else. Or how you’d come back from a late schedule, clearly exhausted, but still swing by the convenience store to buy her favorite yogurt-covered pretzels. You’d toss them on her bed with a quiet, “Figured you’d be craving these,” before heading off to shower like it was nothing.

Or how you always picked the seat next to hers, even when there were five other options. How you remembered her go-to vocal warmups better than your own. How you always let her pick the music in the dorm—even when it was the same three songs on loop.

You, on the other hand, tried your best to keep it lowkey. It just showed in the softness of your voice when you spoke to her and how you’d light up when she entered a room, only to force yourself to look busy two seconds later.

But you pushed it too far one night. That night, it was late and everyone was winding down in the living room, but you and Daniela stayed behind, cleaning up the dishes after a group dinner. She was drying while you were stacking.

“You know,” you said, not meeting her eyes, “if I had to get stuck in a room with anyone from this house, I think I’d pick you.” Daniela laughed lightly, eyes still on the dish towel in her hand. “That’s ‘cause I’m the least annoying?”

“No,” you said, finally looking at her. “Because you make things feel easier.”

She paused, looking up at you, something unreadable in her expression. “Y/n…”

You tried to cover it, panic kicking in. “I mean, like… as a teammate. You just get it, y’know? You make stuff less stressful.”

But the damage was done. She stepped back a little, blinking. “Listen,” she said, suddenly serious. “I… I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t know if you meant something by that, but if you did… I just—I want to be clear.”

You swallowed hard. “I’m not into girls. I’m straight. And I don’t want there to be any confusion between us, especially when we live and train together. It would just make things weird.”

Your throat felt tight and you quickly, fast. “No, yeah. Of course. I didn’t mean it like that. I get it.”

She didn’t say anything after that, going back to drying dishes. While you stood there, washing a plate, pretending like it didn’t sting.

The next morning, you acted ‘normal,’ laughing a little louder, talking to other girls more, staying out of her way.

And she watched you, because she noticed it all.

Once Dream Academy was officially announced to the twenty-one of you, everything just started moving fast. You barely had time to breathe before you were swept into mission prep, nonstop evaluations, and media training. Everything just became hectic.

Now you were all just being filmed, and with it came a pressure that settled into your chest. There was silent tension, girls laughing louder than usual, smiling wider, pretending it didn’t bother them when they knew that one by one, some of you would be going home.

Everything building up within you had you beginning to pulling away.

Skipping late-night group hangouts in the living room, eating meals a little earlier or later than everyone else, or listening to your music louder in your room. You told yourself it was to protect your peace.

But it wasn’t just about the competition, it was about her too. The change between you and Daniela was obvious to everyone. Ever since that night in the kitchen, you couldn’t look at her the same. You weren’t angry, because thats just how she felt and you weren;t going to force anything upon her.

But you couldn’t pretend that it didn’t hurt because that would be exhausting.

You distanced yourself with everyone, but it was too clear with Dani. If you could avoid being in the same room as her, you did. If you saw her in the hallways between interviews or training, your eyes would flick past her like she was wallpaper, you never said a word.

Even when you ended up on the same team during a mission, you kept it strictly performance-based, but that was it.

You were just gone at that point, and it was also beginning to affects how fans viewed you during performances too.

At first, Daniela tried not to care as she had friends and missions to focus on. There were enough distractions—enough drama between other girls to keep her busy.

But it didn’t matter, because she was missing you.

And now… she felt like she was on the outside of something she didn’t even understand. What bothered her most was how everyone else seemed to notice too. During one of the mission prep days, you passed her in the hallway. You were with Sophia, scrolling through your phone, earbuds in, hoodie up—and you didn’t even look her way.

Later that day, Manon had said, “She hasn’t spoken to you in almost a week, huh?”

Dani tried to play it off, but her silence said everything.

Lexie, who had been your ride or die. One of the first people to welcome Dani, and one of the few who’d seen you through every high and low of training. She’d been your person.

Until she wasn’t, dropping out halfway through the show.

The producers gave their standard explanation, being ‘personal reasons.’ But the real story spread fast, how Lexie hated how the show twisted things.

Trust was shattered on that day. You could feel the walls go up and even best friends second-guessed each other.

You didn’t talk about it with anyone, but her absence hit you hard. It was just another crack in something you were already trying so hard to hold together.

Daniela noticed that too. You’d always gone out of your way for her. And she’d taken it for granted.

One night, when most of the girls were asleep, Daniela sat on the balcony outside the dorm with her knees pulled to her chest. The city lights blinked far below, blurred through tired eyes. Manon joined her quietly, sitting down without a word.

After a moment, Dani whispered, “Do you think I messed things up?”

Manon didn’t ask who she meant. She just shrugged, “You didn’t have to be mean about it.”

“I didn’t mean to be.”

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”

Daniela exhaled, pressing her forehead to her knees. “She was so… quiet. After-”

“She liked you. Still does, probably. Even if she won’t admit it now.”

Daniela didn’t even want to think about it that much, but elimination day was creeping up and thoughts began swirling.

The third mission videos had just been released online, some trainees watching the videos but you weren’t one of them.

You didn’t care much to watch your own performance anymore.

It was late, and all the girls were back inside, huddled around the shared living space. You’d slipped out quietly, making your way outside, sitting onto the short, thick stone wall.

Your hands rested at your sides, one leg dangling over the edge. Deep down, you already knew, you were going home tomorrow.

You were praised so highly at the beginning, everyone pretty much favoring you at some point. “Top five material,” Nikky had said after a performance back in month two.

But that was before the show started airing.

It turned out, the general public didn’t see you the same way. Sure, you had your little fanbase that called you underrated,“leader material” even. But the numbers didn’t lie and every ranking, you dropped a little more.

People weren’t feeling you.

Maybe it was your mood, the way you’d dimmed yourself lately. You didn’t sparkle like you used to.

You didn’t blame anyone for it—not the audience, not the producers, not even yourself. Its just the way it is and it was too late to fix it.

So you sat alone, the cold of the stone seeping through your sweats, your fingers tracing idle lines along the stone. You accepted it, preparing yourself for the goodbye that felt almost overdue.

You didn’t hear the footsteps at first, only noticing the presence when someone sat beside you.

Daniela had excused herself after she noticed your lack of presence. She didn’t say anything, just sitting beside you on the wall.

You blinked, eyes still trained on the sky. “How’d you find me?”

“I noticed you weren’t with us,” she said quietly. “Figured you’d be somewhere outside.”

It was silent after that. It was the first time you’d been alone together in weeks after all.

She exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry.”

You’d imagine this conversation few times before, but now that it was real, you didn’t know what to think. You nodded faintly. “It’s okay.”

She picked at the edge of her sleeve. “I miss you.” Your breath caught, eyes flickering down for a second. The tears had built up before you realized they were there. You sniffed once, trying to mask it, but Dani glanced at you, catching it.

“I didn’t mean to—” she began.

“I know,” you said quickly, voice tight. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You wiped your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, trying to laugh it off like it didn’t matter. “I just…” you hesitated. “I think I’m being eliminated tomorrow.” Dani’s head snapped toward you. “What?”

You shrugged a little, the motion tired. “I feel it. I’m dropping in the ranks, and I’m not blind. People don’t connect with me anymore.”

“That’s not true,” she said, almost too fast. You gave a weak smile, still looking up, “I’ve been doing this for three years. This is the first time I’m being viewed differently and I know the pattern.”

“You don’t know anything,” she snapped, eyes narrowing. You turned to look at her, the spiteful tone caught you off guard. Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a hard line.

“I refuse to believe that,” she continued, shaking her head. “You’re one of the most solid performers in this whole thing. You’ve helped so many of us. People look up to you.”

“People liked the old version of me,” you said softly. “I’m not her anymore. At least not on this show.”

Dani looked like she wanted to argue more, but she paused, jaw clenched. You told her, “Lexie’s gone. I’m barely hanging on. It just… it feels like this was my last shot. And I messed it up by being sad.”

“You didn’t mess anything up,” she muttered, almost angrily.

Your lips twitched, almost amused. “Why are you so mad?”

“I’m not mad,” she lied immediately. Then, her eyes soften a bit, “I just don’t like hearing you talk like that.”

You stayed quiet and after a long moment, she got up suddenly, brushing her hands against her thighs. “I don’t believe it,” she said, turning away. “You’re not going anywhere.” You blinked, “Dani—”

“No,” she cut in. “You’re not. You can’t.”

And with that, she walked off, her shoulders tense, disappearing back into the house without another word.

You stayed on the wall, watching her go, heart slow in your chest. It wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, not after everything that had happened.

She got angry. Not at you—but at the thought of losing you, and even though it didn’t change anything about what tomorrow might bring… it gave you peace.

She cared, and right now, that was good enough.

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The next day arrived, and it’s elimination time. You hadn’t slept, but for the first time in a while, Dani sat beside you in the director style chairs, her fingers entwined in yours.

A robotic voice buzzed through the speakers. You were in Team “Confident”—performing “Confident” by Demi Lovato—along with Lara, Megan, Marquise, and Yoonchae. The view counts had looked good, even promising, but the heavy pit in your stomach didn’t go away.

Then Ua, Celeste, Nakyoung and you were announced as eliminated. In that exact order by the way.

Your heart thudded as Nakyoung’s name echoed, all of the girls surprised at the news. She was a fan favorite but Missy had seemed to misinterpret what the girl said about going solo.

Your chest unclenched as Dani’s grip lossened. She went evidently pale once she heard your name, the trembling in her frame began to change into visible tears as her vision blurred

You pressed your lips together, nodded when asked, and allowed your face to soften into acceptance. The flood of collective goodbye hugs anf tears didn’t stop you fromout of the cameras view.

Even Dani grabbed you—hug through tears, struggling against composure. She kept whispering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” and you held her closer than you had in months.

That night, your suitcase sat half-packed in the bedroom. Dani and Manon stayed with you, quiet company as they watched you fold clothes. Manon settled beside you on the floor, “Hey,” she said softly. “You okay?” You nodded, blinking in response.

“Thanks for everything,” you whispered—then paused.

“You helped me more than you know,” Manon said, meeting your eye. You told her honestly, “I hope things smooth out with the girls. I know there’s a lot to unpack, but I promise, I never held it against you.”

You exhaled slowly, “If I felt threatened by where you placed—even if I did—it means you’re doing something right and I should try harder.”

Manon smiled, “Thanks. Means a lot coming from you.” You returned the shirt to the closet. “Thanks for being here.”

Finally… Dani sat on the bed, shoulders hunched as she tightened her grip on the sheets. Her eyes were red, and your eyes go soft.

You moved to hug her, “I’ll see you again, soon. I promise.”

She nodded, tears slipping freely. “I don’t know when…” She stopped, her face breaking against your shoulder. “I—I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

You felt each sob pressing hitting you harder than you imagined, the girl you liked for some time now, not wanting to loose you. “It’s not.”

She pulled away, eyes locked with yours, ruined with emotion. “Promise me we’ll stay in touch,” she breathed.

You stepped forward and pressed your forehead against hers. “I swear.” She didn’t want to let go, but she knew she had to.

As the doors closed behind you, she didn’t know if it was because she was going to miss you, or because she was starting to like you at the wrong time—but her heart just broke.

It sucked that there wasn’t even time to dwell on it. The days were rushing toward the finale, and she had no choice but to push forward.

When it was finally D-Day—the live finale in front of the full crowd—she pulled it all together. Onstage, with the lights beating down and cameras panning, she danced like the world hadn’t weighed on her for months, like she hadn’t cried herself to sleep the night you left, like she wasn’t holding a hundred little emotions in her chest at once.

The smile on her face wasn’t fake, knowing she did this and made it this far because it’s her dream.

Applause roared when it was over, but nothing compared to the anxiety that built inside her when it was time to announce the final line-up. All the girls stood side by side, hands trembling, hearts racing like a shared rhythm.

Daniela held tightly onto Manon’s and Ezrela’s hands and Sophia was called first, although it wasn’t really a surprise to many due to her being a consistent favorit. Lara followed. Then Yoonchae. Then Megan.

And then—

“Daniela.”

Manon squeezed her hand tightly before letting go. Daniela stepped forward on weak legs, tears already stinging her eyes. She scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on screaming fans and few of the past trainees, until her eyes found you.

You were in the third row, leaning slightly forward, clapping, eyes glowing with pride. You were smiling like nothing happened, genuinely just happy she made it.

That image alone cracked something deep inside her. The tears came fast fell quick at the sight, and she tried to smile through them, but her face scrunched up in a way she couldn’t control. She turned away from the crowd, bringing a hand up to her cheek, trying to blink fast and breathe even faster.

It didn’t help, but she calm down a bit. Her emotions, but not her heart pounding at the sight of you.

When Manon’s name was finally announced and the six-member debut group was formed, the girls were ushered backstage. It was a blur of celebration, screams, laughter, some of the previously eliminated girls were allowed to rush backstage, offering hugs, flowers, phones for selfies.

But Dani wasn’t really focused on any of that, just looking for you.

She scanned around backstage, moving between hugging trainees and chaotic staff. And then, there you were, standing near one of the costume racks. You gently pat Yoonchae’s head as the younger girl babbled excitedly, too giddy to breathe between sentences.

You smiled at her with that warm, bright energy Dani had missed so badly. Her brain scrambled and she didn’t think, running towards you. You barely caught sight of her before she crashed into you—arms around your waist, head buried in your shoulder. You stumbled, almost losing balance, but your arms instinctively went around her, holding her up.

She was crying, again, but this time it was out of overwhelming happiness.

You didn’t say anything, just holding her as she sobbed. And in the whirlwind of emotions, she kissed you out of nowhere.

Her lips trembled against yours with the remnants of adrenaline coursing through her veins. There wasn’t time to process it, not with the cheers still echoing and girls still hugging and people everywhere.

But for a second, everything went still.

You let her have that moment. Not stepping back or freezing or pulling away. Just let your arms stay around her, kept her close even after the kiss broke. She clung to you like she was afraid you’d disappear again.

Across the room, Manon saw it happen. Her eyes widened—and for a moment, her hands clasped together in thrilled disbelief. But she didn’t say a word, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to the both of you.

You pulled back only slightly, your hand resting against Dani’s back. “Are you happy?” you whispered over the noise.

She didn’t even hesitate, arms wrapping tighter around you, her face pressing into the crook of your neck, breath shaky.

“I’m extremely happy,” she murmured against your skin.

You didn’t say anything more, because if she was happy, that’s all that mattered to you.