#chocol x reader

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— Let's Dance

PART 1 - 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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"Monika, our fight judge. What will be your criteria today?" Kang Daniel, the host, asked Monika once the commotion has died down. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The first dancer for the first battle is…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my gosh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go Kirsten!” She cheered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kirsten cemented Jam Republic’s first win. 

Jam Republic cheered while Mannequeen slumped their shoulder in dejection. 

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

“That was insane!” 

“Good job!” They praised their leader. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N) is so scary now!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Y/N) sat beside Latrice and Ling as the host began, “the next battle between these two dancers, are you guys ready?! Let’s go! Fight!” 

Yoonji moves her body as the first beat of the music starts, starting off strong and fierce. (Y/N) bites her lip out of irritation when she mockingly hits Kirsten with her elbow, to the point where she almost believed it hits her leader when Kirsten played along. 

The Mannequeen dancer ended her dance strong when she made her way towards where the judges are, much to the delight of everyone. 

“She’s a great dancer, but I think she got a tad bit overemotional,” (Y/N) whispered towards Latrice as she claps after her performance. The latter girl nods in agreement before standing up in excitement when the host announces the switch, meaning, its Kirsten’s turn to perform. 

(Y/N) bounces on her toes with a huge grin on her face as she watches her leader dance. Even more so when she dances around Yoonji’s figure without touching her, showing the immense amount of body control she has. Jam Republic watched with a face of impress and admiration, shouting in delight when Kirsten snaps her hips. 

“That was insane!” She exclaimed once the battle ended. It wasn’t long before the judges showed the cards of the winning result of the battle. 

And three yellow cards were faced. 

Mannequeen cheers loudly for the victory while Jam Republic claps their hand. Sure, the battle didn’t end up in their favour, but it is understandable since Yoonji conveyed a lot through her dance. 

Once the emotion of frustration simmered down, Yoonji shakes Kirsten’s hand with a smile and pulls her for a hug. Thanking her for the battle and saying I love you to her. 

On their way to their seats, (Y/N) wrapped her arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and congratulated her, saying the same to Yoonji when they passed her by. Although the battle was intense and heated, there was no point in starting unwanted rivalry outside of the dance floor. 

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Another break was conducted after a few battles from Jam Republic and other teams. Emma, Latrice, Audrey, and Ling had already participated in their own respective battles. Ling battled against Cera which takes her by surprise, both of them had chosen her as their No Respect Dancer to push themselves. (Y/N) is the only Jam Republic member who have yet to battle anyone.

“(Y/N) has yet to dance, right?” A member from Deep N’ Dap says, looking at the direction of the Jam Republic who was talking animatedly with her team. 

“Mhm, I’m really excited to see her dance though.” Another member responded. 

However, the long wait is about to be over. 

“The next challenger of the battle, Cera of Mannequeen.” 

Howls and cheers rang through the arena, everyone had witnessed the intense and captivating performance of Cera earlier when she battled Ling. The member of Mannequeen adorned in her iconic green dress made her way towards the center with a smirk on her face, her members cheers as they follow closely behind her. 

 A mic was handed to her, the crowd became silent, and she walks around. 

“The No Respect Dancer I chose to battle…” she trails off, making her way towards 1MILLION. 

“From 1MILLION?” Mini questioned as she watches Cera stop right in front of the white team. The members looked up at her with their hearts on their throat, terrified of the idea that one of them has to face off against her. 

“My No Respect Dancer…” she trails off again, but this time, she walks towards the next team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N). Come on.” 

Everyone’s lost their minds as Cera called out the Jam Republic dancer. 

“Yehey!” Audrey cheered – shooting up from her seat with a bounce on her step. 

“Wah! This is like the battle of the Prima Ballerina’s!” Harimu yelled from her stand.

(Y/N)’s cheeks puffed as it’s filled with water, Cera called her in the middle of her taking a sip, but she didn’t complain. It’s just hard for her to grin with all the water in her cheeks. Though, everyone can still see the joy in her eyes. 

She gulped down everything and stands up with a clap, grinning from ear-to-ear as she bows in greeting to Cera, holding her hands against her chest. They make their way to the center of the arena with their team following closely behind them. The two dancers stand in between Kang Daniel, standing tall with microphones handed to each of them. She bows one more time towards Cera before standing tall with a smile on her face, excited to battle one of the strongest battlers in the show.

Her opponent clad in green dress bows along with her before standing up straight and switched her face into battle mode – a stoic face with an arched brow, as if wanting to end her. (Which, not gonna lie, (Y/N) 100% will let her). 

“Cera of Mannequeen,” Kang Daniel began, “why did you pick (Y/N) as your No Respect Dancer?” 

“It’s not that I don’t respect (Y/N) as a dancer,” Cera started, holding the mic to her lips with one hand. “Quite the opposite actually, but, it’s time to show the people who the best ballerina battler is.” 

The whole arena cheers and awes at what Cera said whilst (Y/N) just giggled and nodded her head. If there was one thing she always takes pride in, it’s her dancing skills and techniques in ballet. 

“Cera-unnie, first of all, thank you for choosing me as your No Respect Dancer.” She bows down again, “however, if I am to prove anything to everyone here today – is that ballet is my style, and I am one of the best out there.” 

Amidst the loud roars of the others dancers in the background, Ling, Kirsten, and Audrey’s cheers seems to be the loudest among them. 

Cera smirked at the determination of her opponent keeping eye contact with her, and (Y/N) didn’t back down. 

The two dancers briefly walked back to the side where their crew members are at for a warm-up, and (Y/N) takes this opportunity to remove her sneakers to change into the dance shoes. 

“Is she changing her shoes for this battle?” Monika questioned – perplexed and intrigued. Mike Song just grins widely as he leaned forward, excited at the intense battle that is about to happen. 

“Wah, she’s changing her shoes,” Bada commented, looking at the Jam Republic dancer who is currently leaning to one of her members while adjusting her shoes. “She’s putting her best foot forward for this battle.” 

Tatter and Lusher agreed, keeping their eyes trained on the ballet dancer, eager to watch her dance. 

“You got this girl,” Latrice said. Offering her arm for (Y/N) to stabilize herself as she changes her shoes. “Show her and everyone what you’re made of.” 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) replied. Jumping in her place to feel the shoes beneath her feet. 

“Kill everyone who doubted you with your dance.” Jam Republic laughed at the seriousness in Audrey’s voice, taken aback by her. 

The lights dimmed once the two dancers made their way towards the center, Kang Daniel exchanged glances with the two women in the middle of the dance floor with a smile on his face. 

“The battle between two ballerina dancers will begin now. You guys ready?!” Kang Daniel announced. Cera and (Y/N) eyed each other up and down, one with a stoic, daring look, standing tall and elegantly, while the other is currently sporting a small smile on her lips as she cracks her head from side-to-side. 

“Let’s go (Y/N)!” 

“Show them what you’ve got!” 

“Kill this battle (Y/N)!” 

The other Jam Republic members cheers can be heard from all over the room before the battle can even begin. 

“Fight!” 

The music started playing as soon as Kang Daniel said the word. Cera starts her iconic slow walk while keeping her eye-contact with (Y/N). It’s quite intimidating, but (Y/N) held her ground, admiring the determination in Cera’s eyes. 

Cera started moving her arms at each beat of the music, before adding her own twists and turns before she does her iconic leg move. (Y/N)’s face scrunched up in disgust, indicating a sick and impressive move done by her opponent as she hits every beat of the music. 

The Mannequeen dancer comes close to you, pointing at you with a single finger and pointing it up and down your figure. (Y/N) bit her lower lip as she arched her brow and titled her head. Leaning her head down a bit to stare at Cera with lidded yet seductive eyes. 

The whole crowd went crazy with her looks. 

She can’t deny the charisma and confidence of Cera in this battle, the latter really is showing years of experience in battling and the undeniable musicality she seemingly naturally possess. 

As Cera’s time comes to an end, you used a sign language taught to you by Baby Sleek and signalled her to hurry up – much to the surprise of the other members of Wolf’Lo. 

“She knows how to use it?!” Yeni asks in surprise, bringing her hands up to her head. Baby Sleek is the only one looking focused at the battle, eager for you to showcase your dance while the others had their jaws dropped. 

Kang Daniel counts the last 3 seconds of Cera’s time, the woman comes close to your face and circled you whilst flipping your hair – just like what she did to Ling, before walking back confidently to the side of her team. 

“3, 2, 1, switch! (Y/N) of Jam Republic!” 

The members of Jam Republic screamed once the opening of Partition by Beyonce starts playing. (Y/N) smirks, stepping slowly forward towards the middle, mimicking a seductive wave after she flips her hair once the “hey, Ms. Carter” starts playing. 

Everyone went wild once the beat drops – along with (Y/N) as she suddenly drops down to her knees and starts to doing some sensual floor works. The judges and competitors alike went ballistic at her opening moves, and it was just beginning. 

(Y/N) kept her eyes on Cera the whole time, still with that lidded gaze. She slowly stands up, spinning fast with the beat in an insanely clean and controlled manner. She then did some popping and locking, showcasing her prowess in other styles of dancing other than ballet much to the delight of the judges and her team mates. She hits every beat of the song while sometimes taking the lyrics into account of her movements – showing a great control of her body and unparallel musicality.

“This is so crazy!” Monika yells as she keeps her eyes trained at (Y/N). 

Chocol couldn’t look at anywhere else once (Y/N) started dancing. She has her arms crossed against her chest as she watches intensely with a impressed smirk plastered on her face. She walks down the steps to have a better view of the dancer dancing before her. 

She finds it impressive at how she uses various techniques and moves of ballet and other styles to incorporate it in her moves. It looks complicated, but she makes it look so seemless and effortless. 

Bada, on the other side of the arena, finds it hard to contain her emotions as she watches the Jam Republic dancer. She’s constantly shouting, impressed by the moves executed by the young dancer. She holds onto her cap as her jaw drops once (Y/N) did an aerial. 

She claps and screams along with the rest of her team as she continues to watch her with a starstruck gaze and jaw dropped. Lusher takes one glance at Bada before she bursts out laughing. 

“Oh my gosh your totally whipped Bada-unnie!” She laughs, slapping Bada’s arm as she threw her head back. 

Bada immediately flushed red and attempted to cover it with a cough, but it still wasn’t enough to tear away her gaze from the performing dancer of the pink team. 

While (Y/N) remained oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at her, she focused on ending her battle with a bang. As Kang Daniel signals the last 5 seconds of her time, she makes her way towards Cera – mimicking the way she circled around her earlier, but with her own seductive walk. She stopped in front of her, bending down to her eye level whilst blowing a kiss with a wink, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye motion before walking back to her team with a smile and playing with her hair as she shakes her head from side-to-side. 

(Y/N)’s members hyped her up as she walks towards them. She laughs as Audrey and Ling jokingly bows down to her like a royalty, making the others follow soon after. She covers her laughs underneath her hands to also hide the redness that’s painting her cheeks. 

Everyone went ballistic. Screaming their heads off at the intense yet entertainingly fun battle between the ballerina’s of Mannequeen and Jam Republic. 

She then turns back around to face Cera who has a smile on her face, bowing down at her in gratitude for the battle. She continued bowing to everyone who was still in shock by the battle – her heart swelled with pride once she sees Monika standing up with a shocked smile on her lips as well as Mike Song and Shownu who were clapping. 

“Good girl, (Y/N)!” Baby Sleek yells, clapping her hands. The mentioned girl heard it and snaps her head towards her, holding her hands to her chest before bowing deeply. She can feel tears well up in her eyes but she shakes her head to avoid them from falling down. 

Her former teacher praised her loudly and openly. The highest compliment she could ever receive from this competition. 

“That was intense!” Lusher exclaimed, sitting back down in her seat once the commotion started dying down. 

“They really showed their battling skills. Their confidence is through the roof!” Mini exclaimed. “Honestly, whoever wins this deserves it.” 

(Y/N) and Cera makes their way back to the center of the dance floor. Breathing heavily after the intense battle they shared. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel starts, “cards open.”

(Y/N) could hear her heart ponding against her chest and in her ears as she fiddles with her fingers. All the judges visibly look like they’re having a hard time deciding on their choices. She reminds herself that whatever the outcome of the battle is, she gave it her best. Yet, she still wants to secure a win for her team. 

And then, the cards are flipped. 

And everyone cheered. 

Monika holds two cards – pink and yellow. 

While Shownu and Mike Songs holds a single, pink card. 

(Y/N) almost drops to the ground because of relief. 

Cera and Mannequeen sighs in defeat and in dismay while the Jam Republic members – specifically Audrey, Ling, and Kirsten, cheers loudly. 

(Y/N) makes her way towards Cera and offers her hand, “you are amazing! I love your dance! You are simply amazing out there and thank you for the wonderful battle. It was an honour to compete with you. I hope we can be good friends in the future because you are simply just amazing!” 

Cera coos at the adorable ramble of her opponent and pulls her to a hug. “Thank you, thank you too for that battle. I love you, you’re amazing too out there! We must definitely meet up sometime after this.” 

(Y/N) grins and pats her back before they separate. “We should do this more often!” Cera laughs before she and her team makes their way towards their seats.

“Way to go (Y/N)!” Kirsten exclaims as she holds onto her arm. 

“You really killed it out there!” 

“Thank you guys, that was so great. I really want to be close friends with Cera now.” Ling giggles at her comment.

The rest of her team continues to praise her with compliments and congratulations on their way back to their seats. As (Y/N) makes eye contact with her former teacher, she flashes her a grin and a thumbs up. Baby Sleek returns her gestures with a wink and a nod. 

Kirsten adds a win chip to their board while (Y/N) makes her way towards Mannequeen to place a lose chip on their board, bowing down at the members and thanking them for a wonderful fight. 

“I can’t even be mad at her,” Yoonji starts, “she’s too polite for me to be mad at us loosing.” 

“The whole team is,” Redlic agrees. 

“Judge Mike Song, why did you choose (Y/N) as the winner?” Kang Daniel asks once everyone settled down to their seats. 

“First of all, the two dancers are very powerful and seasoned in battles – they showed it to us! It was one of the very entertaining and very fun battles this day that’s for sure, and for that, I want to thank the two of you.” 

(Y/N) and Cera bows their head in gratitude with huge smiles on their faces and everyone claps. Kirsten and Latrice pats their team mate of her shoulders with a grin on their faces. 

“Choosing between the two of you is almost torture!” Mike Song jokingly sighs with a shake of his head, causing everyone to laugh at his dramatic tone. “However, the reason I chose (Y/N) at the end is because of the versatility she showcased us. The body control, the movements, the flow of each step was like water! It was so fluid and she did it with such grace and confidence. So, (Y/N), I hope to see more of you in this competition, because you really killed it out there.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but stand and bow deeply towards Mike Song and thanked him. The rest of the crews claps and awes at the high praise the member of Jam Republic received from one of the respectable judges. 

“That’s one of the highest praise someone got from the judges today,” Mina Myoung commented. “Looks like Kirsten is not the only force of nature in Jam Republic.” 

“Their team just got a lot more intimidating.” Nob commented, looking at Jam Republic. 

“I entered this show so sure of my preference and sexuality, but tell me why Bada and (Y/N) are making me question it?” Deep N Dap members laughs at the unexpected comment Downy made. 

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It wasn’t long before Mike Song’s request for more battles came true. 

“The next challenger of the battle,” Kang Daniel began, pausing once again for the dramatic effects. “Is Chocol from Wolf’Lo.” 

“Oh right! Let’s go!” Haechi cheers, shaking Chocol by her shoulders as the older dancer makes her way down the seats. Per usual, her crew follows close behind her. 

“I wonder who she chose,” Emma comments after taking a sip from her water, “her team is kinda scary.” 

(Y/N) and Ling hums in agreement, watching the crew in front of them in silent. Silently terrified at the thought of battling against one of them. Though (Y/N) is confident in her skills and unafraid to show them, Wolf’Lo is just on another level. 

Chocol takes the microphone that’s handed to her, licking her lips as she starts to walk around.

“The No Respect Dancer I choose,” she began, making her way towards Lady Bounce who tenses up from their seats. 

She gave a slight smirk to Nob and Biggy who visibly gulps down the saliva stuck down their throats. Chocol enjoyed teasing them, making them think that she’s choosing one of them, but then, she skipped backwards without looking back before suavely turning around and jogs lightly towards the pink team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N)” 

“My god my heart,” Nob says. Holding onto her chest as she breathes out a sigh of relief and leans backwards. 

(Y/N) smiles, standing up from her seat from the top and sets down the Jam Republic banner in her hand. Before she can take a single step down, she saw a hand in front of her. When she looks at who the hand belongs to, it leads down to Chocol, waiting for her at the bottom with her arm outstretched. 

“Oh, okay,” Kirsten said teasingly as she and Latrice moved to the side to make way for (Y/N).

“Special treatment, I see you.” Latrice added.

Everyone awes at the action, more so when (Y/N) places her hand on Chocol’s with a smile before descending down the seats. 

“It’s like a prince charming guiding a princess,” Redy said, leaning forward with her hands on the bottom of her chin. “I’m so jealous right now.” 

“What in the story book cliché is this?” Yoonji stomps her feet jokingly, “why didn’t I get that kind of treatment?” 

“Yah, you threatened her leader earlier to a dance battle with a scary façade and you expect the others not to be afraid of you?” Buckey jokingly replies which made everyone burst out laughing and Yoonji to pout. 

“Tsk.” Bada clicked her tongue as she watches Chocol guide (Y/N) to the dance floor with their hands still intertwined with narrowed eyes. “Honestly, this is a serious competition. Why is she being nice to her opponent?” 

Lusher hears what her leader grumbled underneath her breath, causing her to giggled and comfortingly pat her back. “Don’t worry unnie, no need to be jealous.” 

Bada snaps her head towards her sub-leader with a glare and a slight pout. “Who said anything about jealousy?” 

Lusher holds her hands up with wide eyes and downturned smile. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just teasing you.” 

Bada clicks her tongue once again in annoyance before looking back to the front with her arms crossed against her chest. Lusher and Tatter made eye-contact from each sides of Bada with knowing looks and teasing smiles. The other members of Team BEBE heard the conversation laughs silently, watching as their leader sulks down on her seat. 

“Chocol, why did you choose (Y/N) as your weakest dancer?” Kang Daniel asked. 

With their height difference, Chocol had to tilt her head up ever so slightly to make eye-contact with her opponent. She adjusted her cap with one hand as the other holds the mic to her lips. 

“Originally, I chose her because I want to see what that pretty face can bring. But from the battle earlier, we all saw it. So now, I want to see if she can bring that fire come to life again, but this time, more closely and upfront.” 

“Is she flirting with her or what?” Debby whispered to Harimu with a slight giggle. 

(Y/N) nods and rolls her tongue against her cheek, bowing her head down slightly. She tosses her hair back before answering with her now famous lidded-eye look, “if it’s fire you want, then I’ll gladly burn the stage in here, baby.” 

Everyone screams once they heard (Y/N) talk in that low-flirty way as combat against Chocol’s remarks in full English:

“Why was that so hot?!” 

“I don’t speak and understand English very well but damn!” 

“See! I told you she’s making me question everything!” 

“I understand you perfectly well now, Downy!” 

(Y/N) laughs as she hears the comments, giving the mic to her Kirsten who is now looking at her with a teasing face. 

“You better burn the stage baby,” she mimics. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at her before teasing pinching her arm. Kirsten laughs as she dodges her hand. 

(Y/N) faces her opponents team, the team of Baby Sleek. It would be a lie if she says she isn’t downright petrified right now. This is the crew with the most skilled freestyle battlers – but she was trained by the best of them. This is her chance to solidify and prove herself once again to one of the most respected teachers she had. 

Chocol bounces on her feet, preparing for the battle. (Y/N) has her hands stretching above her head as far as she can as she glances at her opponent who teasingly winks at her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the playful nature of Chocol. 

Bada grumbled even more at the exchange. She doesn’t even know why she’s feeling this ugly feeling in her chest. Hell, she didn’t even have a conversation with the dancer yet, or even introduce herself! That doesn’t mean she won’t find away later, maybe she’s just bitter that someone got to befriend her before her. Yeah, maybe that’s it. She just wants to forge a friendship with the dancer first, you know, just cause.

“The battle between Wolf’Lo’s street dancer and the ballerina of Jam Republic will begin now. You guys ready?!” 

Cheers erupted from both teams and the rest of the teams, curious to see the outcome of the battle between two very different styles of dance between the two dancers.

“Fight!” 

Music filled the loud speakers of the room. Chocol nods her head to the beat to get into the groove as her team mates cheers her on. When the beat drops, she comes close to (Y/N)’s space and sways her body to the music. 

It was a bold start, (Y/N) admits, and the way Chocol moves is nothing short of hypnotic. Her body moves so fluidly yet with power as she hits every beat of the song. She definitely knows how to control body on command, if there is one thing she can describe her dance overall, it’s classic hip-hop. Effective yet timeless when it comes to battle. 

(Y/N) smirks as Chocol comes close to her face, mimicking the flying kiss she did to Cera earlier. Wanting to continue this banter, she “catches” the kiss mid-air and pretends to keep it in her pocket. 

She lets out an impress shout at Chocol’s body articulation. She began hyping her up, moving her body along with the beat while staying still in her position. Chocol’s performance is nothing short of impressive, but her competitive side is coming out, and now she wants to do better. 

As Chocol’s timer comes to an end, she once again closes in on (Y/N)’s space, this time, ending her dance by mockingly pointing at her figure up and down and another flying kiss which caused another uproar from the side of Deep N Dap

“That should be me!” Someone shouts. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, switch! Jam Republic’s (Y/N)!”

A familiar laugh echoes through the room, before the beginning lyrics of Gangsta by Kehlani plays. (Y/N) lets out a wide smirk and tilts her head to the side. 

My turn.

Audrey began screaming her head off once the familiar music fills the air. She danced with (Y/N) before during her time of travelling the world to learn new styles of dance, and if there is one thing Audrey knows for certain, (Y/N) dances very well to dark themes. 

“You got this (Y/N)! Eat. This. Up!” 

With that, the Jam Republic dancer ran her hands across her body to get into the feel of the music – which isn’t that hard. She began walking forward slowly, just like what Cera did, but with a tad bit more of sensuality. 

When the beat starts going down, her expression and articulation changes to every beat, mimicking the craziness Harley Quinn did in the movie in which the song was made of. Everyone can see where she’s going with the dance and is excited yet again. Bada and Chocol keeps their gazes focused solely on her. 

In this dance, (Y/N) focuses more on interpreting the lyrics of the song yet still hitting the necessary beat from time to time, just taking on a more contemporary approach. In contrast to Chocol’s hip-hop, she chose a genre she excels in.

Chocol smirks as she goes down towards the floor once again, expecting another floor work from her. She did, but a lot shorter and takes everyone by surprise once again. 

(Y/N) did a middle spilt before crouching down, but she didn’t get up. Instead, she takes a hold of her left foot, before initiating a single hand cartwheel – still holding onto the foot, down to a split and stands up without the use of her hands. 

Screams can be heard once again, thoroughly impressed by the never-ending amount of techniques and tricks the Jam Republic dancer seem to possess. Jam Republic members sported a disgusted looks as they cheer their fellow member on, some jumping on their places purely from the amount of adrenaline they are getting just by watching (Y/N) dance. 

They are not the only one’s though. Bada, with her cool and mysterious look she once sported, almost disappears by how much she is now yelling. Watching (Y/N) dance only increases her determination and will to befriend her and possibly collab with her and her team in the future. Bada watches with awe as (Y/N) stays true to her word: she really is setting the stage on fire. 

(Y/N) can hear her time coming to an end, she laid down on her stomach with her legs up in the air as she drags her finger to her lips, smirking seductively at Chocol. The said girl only tilted her cap and bites her bottom lip in acknowledgement.

(Y/N) held onto that pose for a few seconds, taking in the cheers and the screams of the other dancers before grinning brightly and standing up. 

“How can she possess that duality?! One moment she’s all smiles and elegant looking the next moment its as if she’s seducing me!” Downy exclaimed as she watches (Y/N) makes her way to her team with a bright smile.    

“She’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Mini said, clapping her hands after patting and congratulating Chocol on the battle.

“You were on fire baby!” Emma cheers, patting the heaving girl on the shoulders. 

“Harley Quinn definitely possessed you for a moment there!” Ling exclaims. 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) smiles at her members before turning around to face the judges on the middle. 

Chocol is one of the oldest and seasoned battlers they have, and Wolf’Lo doesn’t have a lose chip to their board yet, so, (Y/N) is prepared and had already accepted her fate that she lost this battle. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel announces, “card open.”

It was a surprise that the judges seem to have their pick already and confidently, however, the result of the battle left everyone even more surprised. 

Three pink cards. 

(Y/N)’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, and this time, she actually fell to the floor in shock. Jam Republic immediately went to her side and cheered her on while Wolf’Lo nods their head in defeat but claps nonetheless. She makes her way towards Chocol to shake her hand, but before she can do that, Chocol takes her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, causing her to grin and flush bright red. 

Everyone who saw the interaction began teasing and cooing at the couple, some because of jealousy, others because of the *kilig. Well, most of them. A particular leader of the blue team scoffed loudly before chuging down the contents of her bottle before crushing the bottle with one hand. As she grumbles in her seat, her members are secretly watching her in amusement, never expecting their leader to act this way. 

“Thank you for the amazing fight, Chocol.” (Y/N) began, taking her hand back with a smile still painted on her lips. 

Chocol shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly with a smirk, stuffing her hands on her pockets. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I had fun.”

“Yah, what do you mean darling?!” Baby Sleek scolded playfully as she slaps the back of Chocol’s head and drags her back by her arm, causing the younger woman to pout. 

“Stop flirting with her and get back to our seats! “Darling,” your face.” Jam Republic just laughs at the dynamic of the orange team. 

The rest of the crews are still in shock that the first and only person so far to break the winning streak of Wolf’Lo is the ballerina of the pink team. 

“Wow, (Y/N) really is amazing.” Rena of Tsubakill said, still in awe of the Jam Republic member who is now currently walking back to their seats.

“She only had two battles so far and she’s already proving herself as one of the strongest dancers here.” Akanen replied. 

“Fight judge Monika, why did you pick (Y/N) as the winner of the battle?” Kang Daniel asked.

“I’m going to keep it short and frank, (Y/N) did not only dance, she told a story.” Monika says while looking at the dancer. “She told a story while embodying a well-known character of the movie which is insane because it’s as if you really are her for a second. You brought colour to the dance – no, you brought fire to the dance.”

Jam Republic claps at Monika’s comment. 

“(Y/N),” she adds, “you took me by surprise. You really are one of a kind.” 

(Y/N) swears she could sob at the high regard. She stands up and bows deeply towards Monika like she did too Mike Song. She then stands up 

“It’s like a main character moment,” Biggy said, watching as Kirsten place a win chip to their board. “Are we the side characters?” Lady Bounce laughed at her. 

As (Y/N) places the first and only lose chip on the board of Wolf’Lo, Baby Sleek reaches up her hand and pats her head. 

“Well done, (Y/N),” she says. “You really have gone far now. I’m proud of you.”

*kilig - causing or characterized by a feeling of exhilaration or elation.

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[abravesoul03]

How would being married to Chocol be like?

Chocol X Fem reader

Warnings: (None?) (No smut implied) mention of GP Chocol?!

A/N:Heyy my loves~ how has everyone been? I'm back with a Chocol Headcanon.

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HOW THINGS STARTED

-First of all it was an arranged marriage.

-Your a lot younger than her. (Legal age gap)

-You were the quite type just like Gayoung and she pretty much had to initiate things during the start of your life's together.

-Will check on you from time to time if your comfortable with things she does with you.

- "y/n can I do this?" "Can I hold your hand?" "Is this ok? Not too much?"

-When things get silent between the two of you, she always tries to start a conversation.

-"heyy, how was your day?" "How are you feeling today?" "I'm going out later, do you need anything?"

-After you guys got married, She would ask you to stop working. (If you were employed that is.) She wants to be able to provide for you. But if you do want to continue being employed she won't mind.

-In the start things do seem to go slow but steady.

-Day by day she'll build your trust on her.

-At night, you guys do have your own rooms. She wants to respect your privacy and doesn't want force things, until your ready.

-Is protective of you but doesn't show it.

-Your her wife now, her treasure to take care of. And one is gonna take you away.

WHEN THINGS START TO CLIMB UP

-After about a month or so, you started to show signs that you wanted to take things further with Gayoung.

-It's a good thing that she caught your hints.

-The first thing she does is tries out calling you with pet names.

-"good morning my love~" "Hello there pretty girl." "Jagi are you hungry?"

-Then it progress to soft touches.

-Like when your cooking, she comes behind you and rests her hand on your waist.

-Or when the two of you are watching a movie together, she would scoot over and sit closer to you. Her arm draped over your shoulder.

-Also when you guys go out, she would definitely hold your hand or have hers around your waist.

-On one faithful night where the power suddenly cut off, that's when you two started to share a room together. (Obviously someone was scared to sleep alone in the dark)

-"y/n, jagi? Do you perhaps want to sleep in my room-" "yes please, I-I would love to."

-She found it cute, how you brought your blanket and pillow running up to her.

-Each of you on either side of the bed. She held your hand throughout the night.

-"I'm here, if you get scared just squeeze onto my hand jagi."

-You were soon lulled into sleep mode.

-In the morning both of you found each others limbs tangled with eachother's. Her face was close to you.

-As you were admiring her handsome pretty features her eyes fluttered open looking at you.

-She just moved closer planting a kiss your lips. Your first together.

-From that day on, Gayoung woke you up with morning kisses every morning and good night kisses before bed.

HOW IS IT IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD

-Gayoung isn't that good in the kitchen, so it's your task.

(BESIDES WHO'S COMPLAINING?! CHOCOL COULD BE THE BREAD WINNER AND I'LL BE HER HOUSE WIFE🥹)

-You always amaze her with your cooking skills. Anything you make, she'll love it.

-She'll occasionally help you out by washing the dishes, cutting vegetables, taste testing in the middle of your cooking, tying your apron from behind and so on.

-Chocol would help you tidy the place up during her off days.

-If your working too then you guys would settle on a personal maid for the housework.

-Gayoung would also take the task to fold the clean laundry.

-I feel like she would fold your clothes in cute shapes and will arrange them neatly in closet.

THE WAY SHE SHOWS HER LOVE

-The way Chocol shows her affection is, physical touch and gifts.

-As mentioned before, she loves to kiss you. Your lips, cheeks, forehead, temples, earlobe, neck basically You.

-How would she kiss you?

-Your cheeks: she grab your jaw delicately and pecks them a few times.

-Your Forehead: If your sitting down, and she has to go somewhere. She would hold your face with both of her hands and kiss your forehead.

-Temples/Earlobe: These kisses probably happen when you both cuddle. Gayoung sitting at the end of the couch, with you on her lap leaning your back on the arm rest. Her arms secure on your waist, she would leave gentle kisses on them while whispering sweet nothings.

-"oh jagi you look so cute my baby." "How did I get so lucky to have a wife like you?" "Your my everything y/n-ah~"

-Your neck: for the neck, it would be a mistake. Not that she didn't wanted to kiss you there, it's just that it was unexpected. It happened when she was asleep. You felt her snuggling against your neck and something soft glide over them. She wouldn't really remember if you ask her though.

-Other than that, Miss Jo loves spoiling you with gifts. May they be something expensive like rings or lockets to something that she saw on online.

-But most of time, she spoils you with your favourite sweet treats.

-Anything you ask for you'll have it. She'll get/give you the moon if you'd ask.

HOW WOULD STARTING A FAMILY BE LIKE

-Starting a family hasn't really crossed her mind.

-But if you wanted then she would do everything in her power to build that family with you.

-If you guys do start one, maybe having 2 of your own little angels.

-About your pregnancy, when you do get pregnant whether it be from a donor, adoption or gp Gayoung?

-She would care for you throughout your journey.

-Your her baby, carrying another baby.

-So gentle and caring

-Will you get anything you want, just name it and it's yours. (Wouldn't even hesitate to burn down Mnet for you)

-Like I've said before,she just loves loves loves to spoil you.

-It's 3am your craving for that specific food? She'll have it Infront of you in minutes.

-Your back hurts? She'll give you back rubs.

-Want her attention? She's all yours.

-THE END-

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[gayoung-lover]

naive ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol

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

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

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

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

bada<3: i’m outside [10:34p.m.]

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

y/n: okayyy, i’m coming [10:35p.m.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Having fun?" Bada asked with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: text you later!!  [5:12 a.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: i did sleep well  [1:24 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: i’ll wait for you :) [1:27 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: tell me  [5:34 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: gotta text her  [10:25 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?" Gayoung asked, leaning in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your type?" She questioned.

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

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

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

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

"Sure, doll." She responded.

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

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

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

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

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

"What movie did you pick?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, pretty." She smiled.

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

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

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

[belovedjeju]

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.

[phoxey]

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

Chocol x fem!reader

CW: none :) this is purest pure little fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„I love you.“, you whispered.

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

Grinning you shook your head and pushed her playfully.

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

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

[vvsbada]

dream threesome

[mikachacha]

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 (𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[b1ackbunny]

SOCIALS W/ GF!CHOCOL

PT. 01 | THE GRAND HUMBLING

A Chocol smau Oneshot

pairing: gf!chocol x fem!reader

word count: n/a

warnings: nothing really… slightly suggestive humor ig, fluff, would label this is a oneshot kinda but idk

masterlist

a/n: I love my wife chocol so I wanted to do a little something for her 🫶🏽 also I wanted to get a little something out so everyone knows I’m alive and well it’s just uni is kicking my ass especially since it’s nearing the end of the semester! but my bada ff will be updated soon I cant say when and then the harimu oneshot is becoming a little longer than expected bc I love the plot sm and it’s so interesting… but anyways hope you enjoy!

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[diana-rose25]

— Let's Dance

TEASER!

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

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

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

"They're the last one to enter."

"This crew is intimidating."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's Dance!"

— ©All Rights Reserved diana-rose25

[cool-fancier]

The Pocky Challenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[diana-rose-25]

— Let's Dance

PART 1

STYLE INSPIRATION

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

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

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

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"They're the last one to enter."

"This crew is intimidating."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's dance!"

The group walked down the narrow hallway of the building. Audrey clinging to (Y/N)'s arm and squeezing her hand gently with a bright smile on her face. She couldn't help but find the youngest so adorable! The dimples on her cheeks made (Y/N) want to pinch her cheeks really hard.

She then gestured to Emma who was falling behind a little, signaling her to walk beside them. Once she fell on step with (Y/N) and Audrey, the former girl wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Which was quite easy as the ballet dancer was noticeably the tallest amongst them (in her crew at least). The girls stated their excitement as they walked, feeling the nerves and adrenaline creep in.

Kirsten walked in front of them, leading the crew around the place until she momentarily stopped at the entrance.

"Ooooohhhh!" she cooed, placing both hands on the sides of the opening as she marveled at the sight before her.

"Holy damn!" Ling exclaimed once she saw how huge the room is. As they walked, they couldn't help but look around in amazement, eyes sparkling and hearts beating.

"Wow! This is so exciting!" Latrice and Audrey commented. (Y/N) giggled at them, enjoying their reactions that made her feel less conscious and nervous.

She'll be seeing her old teacher again, and she can't wait for it. After all these years, (Y/N) wanted to prove to Baby Sleek that all her training had not been in vain.

As soon as the other teams heard them, almost all of them perked up in their seat and looked up towards the stairs where they'll enter shortly.

"Oh, they're coming," Yoonji, a member of Mannequeen said in an excited tone.

"Wah, we'll be seeing them soon omg," Yeni clapped her hands lightly. Looking at the stairs in anticipation for the awaited group.

"You'll see your protegee soon Baby Sleek after all these years," Halo nudged her, "how are you feeling?"

"I think I might cry once I see her," Baby Sleek's answer made the members giggle fondly at her before cooing at the sight of her face. She looks like a mother waiting for her daughter to come home after all these years.

It wasn't long before the figure of Kirsten made her way down the stairs followed closely by the other members. The rest of the crew gasped in shock as soon as they saw her.

"Welcome to Korea!" A girl stated as the girls descended slowly down the stairs.

While descending, (Y/N) holds onto the railing of the stairs to look around the room to find her former mentor, taking advantage of the height to seek her out. She was so focused on finding her that she failed to see the looks of shock and awestruck faces of the other teams as soon as she turned around. Her eyes met Baby Sleek's, a bright grin soon adorned her face once they made eye contact and an excited giggle escaped her lips.

Unbeknownst to her, a certain dancer on the same team as her former mentor was blown away the moment she set eyes on you.

"Wow..." She whispered breathlessly, keeping her eyes on you.

Once the girls adorned in pink, white, and black clothing landed on the bottom of the stairs, they were once again looking around in astonishment and bowing to the people around while the others made comments about them.

"Wah, look at Kirsten's figure. It reminds me of Gabee."

"Their aura is so intimidating."

"Omo, Audrey is really pretty."

"She looks like a doll."

The team closest to them, BEBE, stared at Audrey in awe.

"Why is she so pretty?" Bada commented in awe, leaning back slightly in her seat while Tatter looked at her in wonder. "She looks like Anne Hathaway." She commented.

"I can't see (Y/N)," Lusher whined. The girl had her back facing the blue team making them unable to see her face. "I didn't see her clearly just now."

"Oh my god is that (Y/N)?!" The mentioned girl and her team almost jumped in shock at the loud voice that called out to her. They turn around to find a girl standing with a shock expression complete with a hand to her mouth as she stares at the girl she yelled for. Jam Republic laughed loudly and clapped their hands.

(Y/N) giggled and covered the bottom half of her flushed face. "Hello, nice to meet you." She said in fluent Korean and bowed down to the girl that was still standing.

Harimu, a member of 1 Million and her team yelled in surprise yet again, causing another laughter to roar out from Jam Republic.

"How can someone be that beautiful?!" Harimu yelled aloud, causing laughter to erupt from the room as she whined and stomped her foot to the ground in a faux tantrum manner.

Feeling even more flustered (Y/N) turned to hide her blushing face, fanning it down to compose herself but accidentally made eye contact with one of the hottest and trendiest choreographers today, Bada Lee.

So pretty, (Y/N) thought.

She regained her composure and grinned at the girl who was now staring at her with wide eyes and an agape mouth.

"Hello, nice to meet you all," she greeted the team, forcing herself to look away from Bada's eyes to bow down at every member of BEBE.

"Omo!" Lusher yelled, grabbing onto Kyma's hand, who was sitting beside her in shock. "Oh my god!" The rest of the team could only stare in shock at the woman still smiling, all of them shared similar looks of shock and admiration.

(Y/N) gave them one last smile and a bow before returning to her team, choosing to stand behind along with Audrey.

"Did you see her?"

"Oh my god her visuals are out of this world."

"My god, have you seen her height? She could be a VS model."

"Or those cliché movies about princesses."

"Bada-unnie," Tatter called out to her, giggling once she saw the still awestruck look on Bada's face, her gaze still trained and focused on (Y/N). "Our leader is still in a starstruck trance everyone."

"Looks like someone has a crush~," Minah teased, poking the shoulder of her leader with her pointer finger.

Bada snapped her gaze away once she heard the teasing tones of her team members and light shoves on her shoulder. She groaned and hid her flushed face away.

"Shut up!" Bada's voice came out muffled but the others still heard it loud and clear.

"Wah, she's a young woman now," Halo looked at Baby Sleek who commented in a soft voice. Despite the fond smile that painted her face, tears began to well up in her eyes. The leader chuckled softly and wrapped her arm around her for a side hug, rubbing her hand up and down her shoulder.

Chocol stared.

Even though (Y/N)'s back was facing them, she stared. Taking note of her poise, the way she stands and holds herself. Shoulders back and standing tall, petite that of a standard ballerina but somehow oozes that aura of regal elegance. Wow, Chocol thought. She's like some sort of royalty.

The large screen above suddenly made a noise, effectively catching the attention of Jam Republic and everyone else.

"Oooh," (Y/N) said, holding onto Audrey's hand when the younger one sought hers out. "Evaluation time."

Jam Repuiblic stood in front of it, anxiously awaiting the thougts, opinions, and evaluation of them by other crews with a smile on their face. Although (Y/N) nervous, she had a feeling that most of these aren't going to be friendly since this is a competition show. They need something for drama after all.

"The strong point of Jam Republic is the fact that they've been on the great stage. We can't ignore this."

(Y/N) smiled at the sweet comment, though, that didn't last long.

"All the members of Jam Republic think that they're number 1. Everyone wants to be the main dancer. Can they really be united?" Ah, there it is.

(Y/N) subtely side-eyed Akanen who commented on the video. She has respect for the dancer and leader of Tsubakill, admires her even, but she can't help but smirk towards her. She understands her point, but it still wasn't enough to hide that but of irritation towards her comment. Akanen, who was looking at Jam Republic when her comment was shown, gulped when she made eye-contact with (Y/N) and swiftly looked away.

"Wah, she didn't like that comment." Momo commented when she saw the three second interaction of the dancers.

"I know, I'm suddenly scared," Tsubakill giggled quietly at Akanen.

The next few comments of the evaluation targeted Kirsten and her affiliation with the world renowned crew, The Royal Family. (Y/N) titled her head in confusion when a dancer tried to insult Kirsten by looking for Paris Goebel instead of her.

"They do know you're one of the key members for a reason right?" She nudged at her leader, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Kirsten just nodded and smiled in response with her eye glued to the screen in front.

"A fake Royal Family?" (Y/N) couldn't help but gasped humourly at the harsh comment.

If that wasn't enough, the next comments are targeting Audrey. (Y/N) felt the younger girl squeeze her hand; she turned to look at her face to find the girl trying to keep a small smile despite the harsh criticisms thrown her way.

"She looks like an amateur dancer. The skills of a baby dancer."

"Audrey is a pretty doll. As she's a pretty doll, standing and doing nothing would be enough."

"Oh my gosh," the taller girl clicked her tongue in annoyance towards the comments. Are they really doubting her skills because she's young and pretty? "That's a shallow critic."

Jam Republic giggled in shock when those words came out of her mouth. The other teams, on the other hand, looked at her face nervously. The happy and excited face of the tallest Jam Republic member, now, still has a small smile; but eyes devoid of any emotion.

"She looks like she's seething with rage right now." Bada commented, leaning forward with clasped hands, resting her elbows on her knees whilst keeping her gaze on the girl in pink.

"She's like an older sister who wants to fight the bully of her younger sister," Tatter said, the rest of the crew agreed with her after taking a swift glance before looking back at the screen.

"(Y/N) is another pretty face," ah, there goes the comments about her. The mentioned girl straightened her back and inhaled deeply. Mentally preparing herself to receive the harsh comments thrown at her.

"(Y/N) is a professional ballerina who had performed on broadways before and competed in ballet genre on competitions. I don't think some people realize how hard it is to compete in ballet and make it look so easy. I really have so much respect for her." The said girl couldn't help but bow in gratitude at the praise she received from a member of Mannequeen, Cera.

"Thank you so much," she whispered. Audrey grinned brightly at her and nudged her teasingly.

"(Y/N) is a ballerina, right? And a pretty one at that. She could stand on pointe all day and stand on a music box, let it spin her around, and people would appreciate her dancing."

"I honestly don't think she could perform well in any other type of genre since her main focus is on ballet."

"Yeah, like a one trick pony."

The gasps could be heard echoing throughout the room after the comment. (Y/N)'s and her team members' jaw dropped in shock, "ouch, that hurts."

The former girl clutched her chest in exaggeration and pretended to lose her balance. Audrey held on to her and laughed at her dramatic antics.

The room suddenly erupted in shock when the screen showed how many No Respct stickers each Jam Reublic member will receive. Above showed their names in huge, bold, and bright fonts their name and the results:

Kristen - 2

Latrice - 0

Ling - 1

Emma - 1

(Y/N) - 4

Audrey - 6

An overwhelming amount of people chose Audrey as their No Respect Dancer. The youngest member of Jam Republic cheered and held her thumbs up in the air, whilst (Y/N) just clapped slowly with a smile, still looking at the results.

4 No Respect Dancer stickers might not be much compared to Audrey. However, the message was still loud and clear that there are people who are doubting her as a dancer.

"Okay, okay," she said, turning to Audrey as she held up a hand, "let's show them what we've got." The two girls high-fived each other with matching grins.

As they made their way to their designated seats. (Y/N) made eye contact with Baby Sleek. She grinned towards her and gave a small wave, bowing down in greeting towards Wolf'Lo who sat beside them.

(Y/N) sat at the top of the seat with her back straight, a trait she acquired after it was conditioned in her body. She was still quite frustrated at the one trick comment she received. She clicked her tongue in frustration and puffed her cheeks, inhaling and exhaling deeply through her nose.

"You okay?" Kirsten asked and patted her thigh.

"Yeah," she nodded - albeit partly lying. "Don't worry, Audrey and I will make sure they'll eat their words after they see us dance."

Audrey shot her finger guns with a wink, "that's right mama!"

She laughed at her adorableness and pinched her cheeks. Inhaling deeply one last time, she forced herself to relax and remember that it's all part of the show. (Y/N) gathered her hair all together in her hands and placed them behind her back when she heard a sound of awe.

Startled, the girl turned her head to the side. Staring at her was a woman with bright red hair that it almost looks orange. She thought it suited her very well and loves the boyish look the other woman adorned.

Chocol flushed furiously when her eyes suddenly met (Y/N)'s. One moment, she was admiring her side profile, then the next, she's looking into her eyes. She gasped as she placed a hand on her mouth and bowed deeply.

"Nice to meet you! I didn't mean to stare, I'm sorry!"

(Y/N) giggled and bowed to her as well, waving her hand dismissively at the poor woman whose head was still bowing down. "Nice to meet you too! And don't worry, it's fine, thank you!" She grinned with a blush on her face.

Haechi laughed at her flustered team member, garnering second-hand embarrassment from her. Both of their teams turned their attention to the commotion behind them and laughed at the flustered state their two members are in.

"Look at Chocol's face! It's almost the same color as a tomato," Buckey commented as she watched their interaction. Mannequeen giggled in amusement.

Wolf'Lo seemed intimidating when they first arrived. Now, one of their members are left in a flustered mess against a member of Jam Republic.

"I guess even Chocol couldn't resist (Y/N)'s charm." Redlic commented.

Once the commotion died down (there's still a red hue across Chocol's face), the room cheered once again once the judges were introduced: Shin Monika, Son Hyun-woo (Shownu), and the guest judge; Mike Song.

After the introduction, all the crews were instructed to return to their hideout rooms to change and prepare for their first mission: No Respect Battle.

Jam Republic debriefed about their evaluation after they've changed as they waited for their cue to return back to the arena. The members lounged comfortably at the couch while Audrey was left standing to voice out her frustrations.

"It's like, you can't even see my face! It's the shoulders! They're focusing on my shoulders!" She laughed in frustration.

"I know! They see one video of you doing markings, and suddenly, they deemed you as the worst dancer!" (Y/N) replied, leaning against Ling as she hugs the plush bunny tightly.

There's a visible frown etched upon Audrey's face. She understands her frustrations and sadness that the youngest might be feeling right now. So, she stands up and makes her way towards her. (Y/N) placed her hands on her shoulders as she bends her knees to be on Audrey's eye level.

"What they said about you isn't a reflection of all the hard work and dedication you've put into your craft. Don't let their comments get into your head too much. They don't know what you bring into the table."

(Y/N) tilted her chin up with her finger when Audrey smiled at her. "Chin up, darling. Show them what you've got. "

Back in the arena, the tension in the air thickened. Dancers stretched and prepared for the upcoming battle; the first bettle and mission of the season. Everyone wants the win for themselves; everyone wants to prove themselves and the stregths of their team.

Jam Republic conversed to themselves as they stretched. (Y/N) was in middle spilts as she conversed with Emma and Latrice.

"Who do you want to battle (Y/N)," Emma asked as she stretches her shoulders.

"Oh, definitely Cera of Mannequeen." She answered instantly before standing up. "We have the most similar style out of everyone, and I love her power and charisma when she battles. She's so cool."

(Y/N) was about to add onto her comment when she saw BEBE enter the arena, more specifically, their leader. Bada came into her view dressed in oversized clothing and a cap in her head, almost covering her eyes. Her outfit and confidence boosted her charisma, which left (Y/N) speechless.

Bada took a sip of her drink before scanning around the room. Initially, she did this to scout out her competition when she met the wide eyes of a certain member of the pink team.

(Y/N) chocked in her saliva in shock when their eyes met. She immediately turned her head and buried her face in her hands.

"What's happening to you?" Latrice laughed at the girl, taking note of her red ears. She looks at the direction the latter girl was looking at and grinned teasingly. She patted Emma's hand to direct her attention to the tall woman who was staring at their member.

Bada was still staring at (Y/N) with a smirk on her face. She chuckled lowly when she saw how the girl became flustered under her gaze.

"Cute," she commented before taking a seat. Mentally forming a plan to make herself acquainted with the girl after the camera's stop rolling for the day.

"What did you say?" Tatter asked when her leader muttered something inaudible.

"Nothing. Dont worry about it." Bada patted the blonde's head. Tatter was confused at the giddy mood her leader was in but ultimately dropped it for the time being.

Back with Jam Republic, Latrice and Emma share an amused look on their faces as they watch (Y/N) fan her face.

"What?" The girl asked, knowing full well what it is about.

"Nothing," they replied simultaneously. She narrowed her eyes at them and pouted her lips.

"Stop teasing her guys," Kirsten commented. "Let her focus on her stretching. Otherwise, she might focus all her attention on a certain blue team member." The rest of the team burst out laughing. (Y/N) flushed even more as she glared at Kirsten. The leader looked back at her with an innocent smile and fluttering eyes in faux innocence in response.

"Whatever," she muttered before standing tall to prepare herself to position herself into an arabesque.

"Still can't get over how flexible you are," Emma commented. Watching her effortlessly pull the move.

(Y/N) hummed in response before inhaling, feeling the deep stretch on her core, back, and legs. She always loved the feeling of deep stretches. It's like letting your breathe after a long day. She held the pose for as long as she could before she exhaled and released her leg.

"Woah, she's so flexible," Redy stated as she watched the girl pull the move. Harimu and her had been observing her for quite a while now. Lia, their leader, watched them in amusement before glancing at who they're looking at.

"Hey, stop that and focus on the mission," she scolded them.

It wasn't long before Kang Daniel, the host of the season, welcomed them back and introduced the rules of the mission. (Y/N) bounced her feet in anticipation and wiggled her shoulders.

Mind and body ready for the fight that's about to begin.

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"such a fucking slut aren't you hmm?" Gayoung grabs your hair in a ponytail, tilting your head so could make eye contact.

"awnser me pretty girl? Standing at the side of the road, with that slutty outfit raising your hand for a dirty fuck to pick you up?"

You were really scared, You were so new to this. In fact this is not what you wanted at all. You were just a runaway teen. No home, no food, no one to help you. You tried to shelter yourself at a local park for a few days. Until one night a man approached you to be a sex worker under him.

"you'll get your own palace and food, on top of that money. Just one thing is exchange, be my sex worker? What do you say?"

The offer sounds like a fucking shit wreck but you needed the money so you agreed half hearted.

It was your first night out working. You were given a really revealing outfit . And there was a girl who helped you with your hair. The van was filled with a few other girls too. The guy who was now your boss stopped at a dark alley in Gangnam.

"ok girls we're here, and remember. What you earn, half of it is mine. Everyone get out except for y/n."

The girl who sat beside you could feel your nerves rolling up, she offered her hand in a comforting manner.

"hey, it'll be alright. You'll get used to it. It's the only way of survival we have." You nod keeping your head low.

Each girl got out one by one leaving you and your boss lastly. From the driver seat he turned to you and handed you a little cell phone. The ones which you can only make phone calls with.

"here take this, you have a special client tonight. She's one of our important ones. She specifically booked you. You'll get a phone call from her soon, and once your done call me and I'll pick you up from her place. Got it? Oh and don't get on her bad side. You can go now."

You got out from the van, as he drove away.

What did he meant 'she'?!

Special client?

Specifically booked me?

Your thoughts were burnt away as the cellphone rang. You hesitantly picked it up.

"H-hello?"

"look to your left, there's a black Supra right? Go to it and get in." The call was hanged up.

(a/n: yes sweeties I'm a Toyota Supra gal😍)

It was a woman's voice. Her voice was a little deep. You saw the Supra at far end of the alley and went towards it. Your steps got heavier as you neared the car. You got in and met by women who looked like she was in her thirties. She was wearing a hat, and somewhat had a light toned hair. That's what you make out of the darkness.

The air was getting awkward. You kept your head low. She didn't say anything and just drove off. Around 20 mins later she drove into a parking lot and parked her car.

"follow me." She spoke up and got out.

You did as you were told. Then you realised she had brought you to a hotel. She looked at you with cold eyes, you could have sworn that it would have pierced through your brain. She grabbed your hand walked with you. The both of you walked in the hotel, she pulled you towards the elevator.

You took a small glance at her when the doors opened. Her slender hand still holding onto yours. She was already staring at you. There was something in her that you exactly couldn't tell but she looked pissed, you weren't sure if she was pissed at you or something else.

Once the elevator doors opened at floor number 7, she walked out still holding your hand. She stopped at room '825', taking out a keycard and scanning it.

When you got in, she closed the door behind you took of her shoes and cap. You did the same. Soon she pulled you further into the room. From the looks of it, the was prebooked or something.

A few bags and clothes here and there.

She let go of your hand a sat on the bed, patting the space besides her initiating you sit with her as well, so you did. She turned onto the tv to break the silence as took a glass bottle from the bed side table. It looked like liquor.

She took off the cork of it and drank some of it, and yes you were right it was some type of alcohol. Great it was already worse enough to be sex worker and now you have to deal with a drunk one? Great, just great.

Minutes passed as you felt movement from your side. The women scooted over to sit closer to you. Her hand rubbed over your exposed thigh.

"Get up." Her voice was low. You did, waiting for her next command. She unbuckled her belt and took of her pants, to your surprise she was wearing boxers. She motioned her index finger telling to come closer. As you did she took of her remaining clothes, leaving her only in her boxers. Once you were beside her she pulled you on top of her.

"Take off my shorts." She commanded you. It surprised you, what was really behind that piece of fabric. A little soft looking cock was presented to you. This was your first time coming face to face with one. Both a dick and a women with a dick.

"Suck it."

You were still stunned as to what you were seeing, which led to your lack of response.

"I asked you to suck."

Again no response. She snapped the third time. Her left index finger and thumb holding your jaw. As she spat out through her gritted teeth.

"I. Asked. You. To. Fucking. Suck me!!"

Her right hand made contact with your cheek. She slapped you. Her eyes were hooded, with both lust and anger. She got up and pushed you onto the bed roughly.

"Didn't that fucking bastard told you not to get on my fucking bad side whore?!"

"H-he did, I'm s-sorry-"

Another harsh slap was delivered to your cheek. Tears filled up at the corner of yours eyes threatening to fall any minute. Your vision was being blurred. Is this what meant as in speacial client? Who's gonna treat you like shit? This is not how you wanted things to turn out.

"such a fucking slut aren't you hmm?" Gayoung grabs your hair in a ponytail, tilting your head so could make eye contact.

"awnser me pretty girl? Standing at the side of the road, with that slutty outfit raising your hand for a dirty fuck to pick you up?"

She pulled you closer and stuffed her dick into your mouth. Tears streaming down your cheeks, your cries and pleades being muffled by her cock. A few minutes later she pulls out from your mouth, tapping it againts your lips.

Your tried your best to beg her to let you go. This was disgusting. You just wanted die right now.

"P-please let me go, I-I don't want this a-anymore-"

This time her came up to your throat, choking you. "Let you go? Fine, let me use that fucking cunt of yours first whore."

She flipped you over, ripping of your panties off. She got behind you thrusting her fingers in you. It hurt you.

"p-please I'm begging y-you s-stop- Ahh!"

She smacked your ass harshly.

"Shut the fuck up. One more word and your done!!" She warned with another smack.

Your felt disgusted. Giving up your virginity to a complete stranger let alone like this, a sex worker.

You tried to spare yourself by trying to keep quiet. Excepting your fate. Tears streaming down your face, as you thought it couldn't get worse. She pulled out her fingers, thinking it was over.

Not until a sharp scream was elected from you due to the piercing pain at your core. Something big, hot and wet being pushed in. You felt her hand pushing your head down on the pillows, muffling your sounds.

The pain was getting unbearable, your insides were burning. And soon after it all went dark.

(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・*)(*・～・)

A pair of strong arms were wrapped around your waist. Soft heartbeat ringing through your ear. Your arm draped over her belly.

Your eyes slowly opened, scanning the unfamiliar surrounding as memories from last night flashed out. You tried to move your arm, you were aware that she was sleeping besides you. You were careful to not wake her up. God knows what she'll do to you again.

But may luck not be on your side, she woke up from your movements. She gripped thightly onto your wrist looking at you. With that same cold eyes.

Your heart was pounding, is she going to do something to you again? But the thing she did was unexpected. She placed a gentle kiss your wrist and spoke up with her deep voice.

"I'm sorry."

Her words were more than enough to push you over the edge of your already overwhelmed state. Which made you break done on her chest.

"H-hey look please don't cry, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Gayoung was confused, why were you crying? Did she hurt you badly? Did it still hurt?

She tried stroking your head as you pushed her hand away.

"D-don't touch me please, p-please don't h-hurt me."

Her eyes softened. She felt bad, she did pay for you but still she was sympathetic towards your state.

"look, let me help you. Do you need anything?"

Gayoung got out of bed put on her shorts and got you a glass of water and a painkiller.

"please take this, it's just a painkiller. I promise, please trust me."

You were really hesitant but did so, in hopes of your pain being reduced.

The room was once again silent. You staring at your hands. Gayoung sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the wall. A few moments later She got up switching on the TV, in hopes of breaking the silence.

But Gayoung wasn't definitely prepared to see the news. As the TV flashed today's headlines, one specifically caught her attention which made her whole body go numb and her face pale.

(MISSING TEEN Y/N L/N, 18, LAST SEEN ILSAN CENTRE 5DAYS AGO)

Your pic was then flashed on the screen.

Gayoung turned towards you, as your head hung low hearing the news as well.

"Y/N L/N?"

-THE END-

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A/N: Btw should I make a part 2 of this? Maybe where in Chocol discovers the truth about the reader?

[gayoung-lover]

midnight ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol

gayoung and you share a dorm room, but you can't help but wonder why she always arrives late and leaves early each morning

| wc: 3.7 k 🫶

The clock struck midnight, and you were doing your homework. However, you could not concentrate as your mind drifted to  your mysterious roommate, Gayoung. Over the course of nearly a semester, Gayoung and you have shared a dorm, and despite your now limited interactions, you always appreciated her—nevertheless, she seems to have a completely changed her schedule from yours, often arriving late when you are asleep and leaving too early in the morning—your occasional conversations would happen during afternoons when she is in the dorm or when you cannot sleep. Despite this, Gayoung was a great roommate, as her side of the room is consistently tidy, she is never noisy, and she always leaves some ready-to-eat breakfast for you. 

Every interaction with her left you with a sense of curiosity—there was no doubt that she was chatty, but most of the time, she now seemed nervous around you. It was as if she would rather not be present when you were there. Gayoung was not always like this, you clearly remember the joy she found in your company. Recalling how your favorite shared activity was grocery shopping—it was something both of you were fond of, always joking around about how you resembled a married couple. Yet, in contrast to those moments, the present reality felt distant.

Speculations crept into your thoughts—maybe she wanted to change dorms and was patiently waiting for the semester to end before making the request? The uncertainty lingered as you mechanically typed away on your Google document, the words on the screen blurring into a nonsensical mess rather than an essay—thinking about Gayoung made it impossible to focus on anything else. 

Frustrated and needing a break, you considered leaving your laptop on the desk and watching something on the television. Just as you were about to surrender to the distraction, you heard a particular sound—keys rattling on the other side of the door; Gayoung had arrived. You turned your chair around and watched as she entered the dorm, and her immediate reaction spoke volumes—she clearly did not expect to see you awake. The door shut behind her, locking it, and then she leaned casually against the wall.

"Hi, Chocol." You greeted, using her nickname. "How's it going?" You turned back to your homework, pretending to pay attention to it. Perhaps, you supposed, avoiding direct eye contact would help ease her evident nervousness in your presence.

"I'm doing alright." She replied, the audible click of her keys finding their place on the holder. "And you? Why are you staying up so late?"

"Homework." You complained, adopting an annoyed tone. "Mr. Parra seems to hate us. I have to do an essay on English morphosyntax, and I don't know shit."

Gayoung let out a dry chuckle. "Classic Parra move. I had him last semester." She said, settling onto her desk, situated next to yours. "Need a hand with that?"

As you directed your gaze toward her, she promptly shifted her attention to turning on her computer. "No, it’s okay." You said, softly smiling. "Besides, what if he thinks I plagiarized it?"

"He won't even check it. Just throw in some references following APA, he’ll think you did the research." She reassured you. "Send me the document, and I'll help you."

A light giggle escaped your lips. "I accept, but just a bit of help, though. I'm not asking you to write the whole thing for me." 

"What have you written so far?" Gayoung asked. 

"I've done the introduction and about two pages of just laying out basic definitions and the significance of delving into the roots of words." You explained, scanning through the document. “That’s it, basically.”

Gayoung wheeled her chair closer to yours, positioning herself to inspect the document firsthand. She reached for your laptop and began typing, fully immersed in the essay; she effortlessly began writing.

"Chocol, there's something I've been wanting to ask you." You said, recognizing the rare opportunity that she was there.

Gayoung stopped typing momentarily, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before turning to you and giving a nod. "Mhm, tell me."

"Why are you never here? I've noticed you always show up late and leave before I even wake up." You asked, following up with a little joke. "It's almost like you're avoiding me."

Gayoung chuckled, adjusting her chair to face you directly, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, she managed to maintain eye contact for more than just a few seconds. A quietness enveloped the room as she hesitated to respond, however, the atmosphere, rather than uncomfortable, was tense, as if she was about to confess that she found you annoying or that you were a terrible roommate. 

She nervously ran her fingers through her orange hair, letting out a small sigh as she poked her tongue out. "Nothing, in particular, I guess." She responded, her demeanor subtly uneasy. 

Watching her, you could not ignore that there was more to this. "Are you sure? I mean, it seems like basically avoiding me is more than just 'nothing.'"

"I just enjoy driving around at night." Gayoung explained, her words having a hint of defensiveness. "And I don't want to bother you, so I come back late. It's just that... I guess." She trailed off, revealing she could not find the proper words to form her sentence. 

"Bother me?" You questioned, perplexed by what she said. "Why would you bother me? I like being around you. I wish we could interact more often—now we hardly talk in person, and our texts are usually just you saying 'left you oatmeal for breakfast' or simple things. I miss you." You took a deep breath. “I miss how close we were, Gayoung. I miss how we were before.” 

Gayoung remained silent, her eyes fixed on you, lost in thoughts. As you continued to look at her, details about her appearance that had previously escaped you became apparent: like how pretty the delicate moles beneath her eye were, the slightly messy eyeliner, and how deep her eye color was.

You pressed on. "Ch... Gayoung, it's been almost five months since we lived together, and this is probably the most we've spoken in the past three weeks. When we first met, I thought by now we'd be inseparable. I remember how we giggled and chatted as we rearranged the entire place, and you helped me unpack my stuff, or the first time we went grocery shopping."

She was not the same as when you first became roommates, the warmth and closeness was long gone.

The memories washed over you, tinged with nostalgia despite their recent occurrence. However, Gayoung rolled her eyes and averted her gaze as she sighed, making you realize that—she might genuinely not want you around.

"Sorry for talking so much, I just wish we were closer. I'll leave you alone." You concluded. 

You stood up from your desk, grabbing your phone and keys. Gayoung remained silent, still not uttering a single word as you left the dorm, firmly shutting the door behind you. As you left the building, you sought comfort in the night—the campus was quiet, with nothing open at this hour. Sitting on a bench, you drew your legs up to your chest, attempting to gather your thoughts amid the silence. The thought of returning to the dorm weighed heavily on your mind, you could not stay outside forever, and the uncertainty of how Gayoung would react upon your return made you nervous. The possibility crossed your mind that she might have left already or did not want to sleep there anymore, deepening the whole situation. 

In a whisper to yourself, you could not help but acknowledge what awaited you. "Oh my god, it's going to be so awkward now. I definitely fucked this up." 

Despite Gayoung's insistence that there was nothing wrong, the lack of clarity on her part only made you worry. If, for some reason, your presence was so undesirable, you could not understand why she would not be honest rather than resort to avoiding you.

The sound of your phone getting a notification disrupted the silence. You chose to ignore it and did not check your phone—however, as the notifications continued, you thought that perhaps it was something important. Surrendering to the constant texts, you checked your phone, unlocking it to reveal it was Gayoung.

chocol<3: hey [1:54 a.m]

chocol<3: hey y/n [1:55 a.m]

chocol<3: please answer [1:55 a.m]

chocol<3: are you there? [1:55 a.m]

chocol<3: where are you? are you on campus? [1:55 a.m]

chocol<3: just tell me; if you're far, i'll drive there [1:56 a.m]

chocol<3: i need to talk to you [1:56 a.m]

chocol<3: please [1:57 a.m]

y/n: i'm on campus [1:58 a.m]

y/n: i'll go to the dorm [1:58 a.m]

As you made your way to the dorm, each step made you more nervous—you wondered what awaited you or what Gayoung wanted to say. Upon reaching the dorm, you hesitated, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door. As you got inside, Gayoung sat in the same spot, her head nestled between her hands. 

You got close to her, extending your hand and placing it gently on her back, tracing soft circles. "Chocol, I apologize for bringing that up. It's alright—I just hope things won't be weird between us now."

"No." She said abruptly, her response leaving you perplexed.

Suddenly, Gayoung grasped a handful of her hair, an action that showed the intensity of her emotions—you remained still, confused, but ready to offer her your support. Gayoung got up abruptly and stood in front of you, biting the inside of her cheek before trying to speak. She was anxious, it was evident—her hands trembled, and you could hear how heavy she was breathing. 

"Cho-" You began, trying to calm her, but she cut you off.

"Things were, and will always be, weird between us." She admitted through gritted teeth, a raw honesty emphasizing her words. “Always.”

"Huh?" You muttered immediately. "But it was never awkward or anything like that." Your mind raced as you attempted to remember every interaction with Gayoung. Besides her nervousness and odd schedule, you could not pinpoint a moment that actually felt awkward.

"For you." Gayoung responded.

Rendered speechless, you were looking into the depth of her eyes, full of an indescribable emotion. Gayoung bit her lip and adjusted her glasses before opening her mouth as if she was going to speak—nevertheless, she took a step forward. The realization dawned on you that Gayoung wanted to leave. It seemed like a paradox—she had messaged you because she wanted to talk, yet, before any conversation happened, she was already trying to leave. She slipped her hands into her pockets and began walking—in an attempt to not let her leave, you instinctively reached out, placing your hands gently on her shoulders. 

"Gayoung." You pleaded, maintaining your grip on her shoulders. "You can't just leave."

“Why?” She said sharply. “Give me a valid reason, and I'll stay.”

"I simply asked you a question. It's strange how defensive you are. Is my presence truly that irritating to you? If it is, we can maintain the same routine, but just be honest with me." You expressed. "Chocol, just tell me the truth, I promise I won't be upset."

“You don't irritate me." She mumbled almost under her breath.

"It confuses me." You admitted, realizing you had been unintentionally squeezing her shoulders, and you stopped applying pressure. "You still help me with my homework and make me breakfast, yet you seem so distant—what's so wrong about me that you don't want to see me?" You stopped looking at Gayoung, as now you were feeling vulnerable. “What changed?” 

Gayoung delicately laid her hands on top of yours, fingers intertwining, causing a subtle pressure on her shoulders. As you stared at your and Gayoung's hands, a wave of emotions hit you, and at that moment, it felt as though your roles had reversed, and now, you were the one needing to avoid her. She held her silence for a moment, and in that pause, your attention shifted to the cool touch of her rings and the way her gaze lingered upon you, a subtle and slightly crooked smile appearing on her lips. The combination overwhelmed you—this was too much. 

"Should I tell you the truth?" She asked, not bothering to wait for your response before continuing. "Now that I think about it, if that's what you want, I'll be honest, pretty." Despite the sharpness in her words, the use of that nickname caught you off guard. It had been so long since she last called you that, but it still had the same effect on you. 

As she spoke, memories clouded your mind—memories when she was not anxious around you, when she could make you feel nervous in an entirely different way. Initially, when you first met her, she was playful, making you laugh with her jokes and comments, and her flirty and overconfident personality created a distinct dynamic. Right now, it was as if Gayoung was reverting to the person you first met. 

"Gayoung." You called out her name. "Be honest, then."

She gently squeezed your hands before letting them go. As a response, you released your grip on her shoulders, taking a step back, your back meeting your dresser as you gave her some space. Gayoung did the same, maintaining a small distance between you.

"First, let me apologize." She began. "I didn't want to be mean—I was just frustrated."

"Don't apologize." You whispered, a subtle worry settling in your stomach. Apologies seemed insignificant compared to the desire to hear what Gayoung had to say. "Please, just say it." You pleaded. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Her eyes fixed on you. "Well, I suppose I've got nothing to lose in telling you." She let out a dry chuckle—before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Her hands found their place on your waist, Gayoung’s fingertips barely touching the skin your crop top revealed—an involuntary smile appeared on your lips, as a response to the unexpected affection. Perhaps, at this moment, the words you had dreamed to hear from her were on the brink of being spoken. Only a few minutes had passed, yet an overwhelming silence surrounded the space—it was as if Gayoung was playing a deliberate game, making you wait before talking—every passing second felt like an eternity.

Her eyes continued analyzing you, studying every subtle reaction you made. "The moment we met, I too, believed we'd be inseparable." She revealed. "And that was my mistake."

Your brows furrowed as you tried to understand the ambiguity of the term 'her mistake.' Without saying a word, you allowed her to lead the conversation, recognizing her perceptiveness—it did not take long for her to answer the unspoken question lingering in the air.

"I called it a mistake because every moment spent with you made me want to give you all my time, all my attention, everything." Gayoung confessed, smiling. "I thought of you every second, eagerly expecting to come here just to see you, accompanying you everywhere, buying you your favorite treats, and listening to every word you said."

As she expressed these feelings, a flood of memories came to your mind, making you want to go back to the past to relive the experiences now missed. Her pause carried a certain vulnerability, evident in the slight glistening of her now softer eyes.

She took a deep breath. "I realized I was falling for you the night we were supposed to stay up all night watching movies." 

Your gaze met hers, the revelation was not entirely shocking, yet hearing her say it aloud and not in your dreams, made it surreal.

"I remember it clearly. You picked the movie excitedly, midway through, you placed your head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around you. I was so nervous you'd notice my heartbeat." Gayoung recalled. "Then, I noticed you had fallen asleep. I didn't want to move, fearing you might wake up. I hesitated even to lie down on your bed; in my mind, it felt too weird for two friends. My mind raced with questions like 'What if you woke up and found me practically cuddling with you?'"

Drawing closer, Gayoung gently squeezed your waist, and your gaze softened as you looked at her. She seemed entangled in the uncertainties of 'what ifs' and you only wished she had told you how she felt that day.

"I couldn’t sleep that night. I remember when you woke up, mentioning I was up early. I hadn’t even fucking slept." Gayoung chuckled at her remembering the situation. "Throughout the night, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I fucking liked you, how pretty you looked every time, especially when you wore my clothes, and how considerate and caring you are. I began contemplating how I would even tell you."

"Chocol, why didn't you tell me?" You asked, now placing a hand on her back.

"Because I was, and am, stupid." She spoke. "I was scared, so afraid you'd reject me or not want to live with someone who had feelings for you."

As she melted into your touch, it became obvious how much she needed the comfort of your embrace. "Hey, don't say you're stupid." You reassured Gayoung. 

"I started avoiding you on a day when I couldn't stop thinking about how much I craved your touch. When I got to the dorm, you hugged me, saying how much you had missed me, and I lazily hugged you back. Remember?" Gayoung said, and you nodded. "It broke my heart because I felt too much for you, and I couldn't confess it. So, I started arriving late every day—I didn't even drive around the city; I just stayed at the library until they kicked me out or in the parking lot, and every time I opened the door and saw you asleep, my heart raced, and I felt guilty."

Gayoung held you even closer, and you moved your hand to her hair, letting it lose itself in her orange locks.

"I feel stupid because I made you feel bad. You obviously noticed I was avoiding you. I couldn't keep it up anymore, so I still left your breakfast ready because it was the only way I could show you I still cared for you without direct contact." Gayoung confessed. "The moment you asked me why I was never in the dorm, it weighed me down because I knew I couldn't lie to you for long."

"Chocol, look at me." You insisted, and she slightly pulled away, just enough to see you. "You should have just told me."

"I couldn't be-" She began, but you cut her off this time.

"I like you too, silly." You admitted with a smile. "The moment I met you for the first time, I almost screamed, I had no idea how I was going to survive being your roommate. Gayoung, you were always attentive, attractive, caring, and sweet- of course, I was going to fall for you too."

Gayoung felt a bit foolish. As it suddenly became very obvious that, of course, you liked her too. How could you not?

"How didn't you notice? I always craved your touch too. I wanted to hold your hand, hug you, and be as close to you as I could. Remember how nervous I got when I had to sit on your lap at Yeni's party?" You giggled.

"Now I've noticed." Gayoung admitted with a laugh. "Just now. Yeni always told me she knew you liked me too, but I never believed her. Damn, I should have listened."

She tenderly placed her hand on your cheek, gently tracing circles before tilting her head enough to make direct eye contact. Your mind was captivated by her pretty lips, and it was evident that she, too, was fixated on yours.

Gayoung got closer, her warmth enveloping you. "Can I?" She asked.

"Can you?" You playfully responded, and she laughed. "Of course you can."

Gayoung closed the gap between you, drawing close to your lips. Her lips barely brushed against yours—she wanted to savor the moment. The kiss was soft and slow, it perfectly reflected Gayoung's feelings. At that moment, held in her embrace, you realized how much you wanted this. 

She pulled back, smiling, revealing the happiness that rushed within her. She gave you a quick kiss before hugging you. "Fuck, I adore you so much." Gayoung whispered in your ear.

"Then, kiss me again." You said. "Kiss me every time you think of me."

"If I did that, I would never stop." She replied before kissing you again. The way she held you, made you feel like she viewed you as a porcelain doll, Gayoung was so careful. "Maybe I want you to kiss me when you think of me too." She teased.

"I'm grateful we could clear this up." You whispered.

"Me too." Gayoung said, giving you a small peck on the forehead. "Oh, and by the way..." She chuckled.

"What happened?" You curiously asked.

"Mr. Parra is going to give you a 100." She said. "I hope at least."

"Huh?" You muttered, confused. What did Mr. Parra have to do with you and Gayoung? Why did that old man matter right now?

"I finished your essay for you when you left me alone." Gayoung admitted, and you jokingly slapped her shoulder.

"So, while I was nearly having an existential crisis outside, you were writing my essay?" You laughed. "You're crazy."

"I just wanted to help you with that, and I needed to occupy my mind while I thought about how I was going to speak to you." She confessed.

You gave her a kiss on the cheek, then separated from her, walking to sit at your desk. Gayoung placed her hands on your shoulders and leaned down to rest her head atop yours.

"I'm going to double-check it, thank you." You said, reading where you had stopped writing.

You couldn't see her, but she was smiling. "You're welcome, pretty."

"Gayoung, just one more thing." You muttered. "Promise me that when I wake up, you're going to be here, please."

She let her head fall on your shoulder, leaning against your ear. "Of course, my doll." She whispered. "But, you won't have to worry about that—my arms will be wrapped around you all night until we wake up."

[strawchaee]

New girlfriend

warnings: angst, ex!bada, gf!chocol, fem!reader

words count: 1k

— BADA FOUND YOU IN THE CROWDED ROOM, her world paused, ears buzzing at the sight of you. The rest becomes a blur as she navigates through the lively partygoers, realizing you look exactly as you did the last time.

It took her five minutes to locate you at your mutual friend's party. Another five to mentally register that, indeed, it was you, leaving behind the champagne glass held by her agile but restless hands. Just as it took her five minutes to leave her. It took you five minutes to tell her you'd finished packing and moved on, leaving her stunned by the realization that she had destroyed the relationship.

Her sharp eyes follow you, firming at the gentle hand resting on your waist. Your agile hand on her shoulder, laughing at her antics.

Kayoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, takes a hair tie from your beloved purse, and offers to tie your hair. You gladly accept, boasting to your friends that you don't need to go to the salon – you have a personal stylist at home.

You feel eyes on your head, piercing into it, and you know exactly who it is. Seeing your enchanted features drop, Kayoung excuses both of you, gently guiding your smaller frame to a table. She follows your gaze, hands on your waist turning into clenched fists. She looks back at you, kisses your forehead, and, distracting you with appetizers, turns her attention back to the woman who broke your heart a year ago.

In her defense, now seeming utterly pathetic, Bada claims not to have seen your signals. When you made it obvious, she brushed it aside, saying she was tired. She took a sip of champagne, its bitter taste matching her bitter regrets for not changing the ending, as you desperately tried.

Unfortunately, you've seen these movies before. In friendships, in relationships. You don't know when it happened, when it started. Her eyes, once warm and comforting, turned cold and piercing, watching you whenever you tried anything remotely out of place. You never liked these endings, but you liked her. So, you did something you've never done for anyone else. Cutting through the thorny forest, ignoring the deep cuts opening old wounds. When Bada made her indifference clear, you didn't yield; instead, you pushed harder. She was slowly abandoning your city, which you had worked so hard to build, just for her, so you had nothing to do but condemn her to exile.

Bada can recall it vividly, the way you said it calmly, as if you were supposed to reassure her. You said it with such confidence, claiming you found happiness in her but would find happiness after her. You took your small bag and left with the door closing softly. She couldn't accept the ruthless fact, opened the door, and followed you into the impending storm.

She had never seen you so angry and sad before, your words striking her like lightning splitting the sky, tears falling onto hers as she couldn't distinguish between your teary eyes and the sky. She still remembers how you held back, eyes roaring with emotions she hadn't seen before. You looked at her through wet lashes, the distinct whisper of "you never saw the signs, so many signs," and your helpless "you're not listening."

Those same eyes add salt to her wounds now, your hand protectively placed on Kayoung's shoulders as if to say, "I found my happiness." Your eyes turn into stars, supernovas exploding at the sight of your now-girlfriend. Playfully toying with the silver band on your finger, both blushing at the continuous compliments.

With slouched shoulders, she places her empty glass on the table, eyes unconsciously landing on you again. You're about to turn and look at her, adding more fuel to the fire, but Kayoung's gentle push towards the dance floor interrupts you. In zeptoseconds, she immerses you in this laughter-filled mess, swaying and spinning you, effectively keeping anything that might permanently bother you at bay.

As a slow song plays, Kayoung rests her chin on your head, embracing you as if protecting you. She'd be lying if she said it didn't break her heart a little to see her old friend leave.

[pinkyqil]

Someone please sneak black hair dye into chocol shampoo(jkjk) I need her to dye it black again 😫

She looks so gooddd wtff

[vvsbada]

i need to write about chocol RN