#readercan’tdance

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You Got It

Bada Lee x Reader

Synopsis:

Reader can’t dance, but goes to Bada Lee’s dance class and instead of learning how to dance, falls for Ms Bada Lee… literally.

You don’t know how to dance.

It’s possible that you may be the least coordinated person on the planet. You can barely walk without tripping on your own two feet. So when your best friend that you’ve known your entire life, Gigi, asks you to come to a dance class with her, you laugh at her ridiculous request.

“Don’t be stupid, Gi. You know I can’t dance, that’s so embarrassing,” your face reddens at the mere thought of dancing in front of other people.

You would think that, as your best friend, she of all people should know that you’re the last person to bring to a dance class… but apparently not. “Please y/n! This is Bada Lee’s class and her classes always sell out!”

You have a slight idea who Bada Lee is, purely due to the obsession your best friend has with her choreographies and the extensive hours you’ve spent, some may say unwillingly, watching her dance videos and tiktoks due to Gigi.

“Come on y/n,” she whines, “we’re not going to be in Korea forever, this could be an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

You watch the way Gigi falls to her knees, begging you with her puppy dog eyes, and you can’t help but groan out an, “oh my god, when is it?”

“At 5…,” she trails off while tightening her lips, “…today.”

“No. No way.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Time Skip - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You find yourself standing outside a building with an excited Gigi, who is barely able to contain herself.

JustJerk Dance Academy

The massive sign is almost teasing you and your lack of skills on the dance floor. Your stomach is sinking the more you look at it in disbelief, not able to recall how Gigi managed to drag you to the dance class.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you slap your hand to your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gigi rolls her eyes as she grabs your wrist and drags you inside with a small, “you’re so dramatic.”

When you enter the building you can hear faint music coming behind the door that has a smaller sign of the dance academy. You honestly felt like at this point the entire world was making fun of the fact that you can’t dance.

You’re far too in your own head, trying to come up with ways to get out of this, to realise that you and Gigi have made it past the receptionist and into the actual studio. The first thing you notice is how busy the studio seems. There are people dancing, others getting ready to dance, and others who are just talking amongst themselves.

“I want to die,” you think to yourself as you and Gigi make your way to the back of the studio.

A tugging on your sleeve interrupts your wishes for death as Gigi whispers excitedly, “there she is! There’s Bada!”

Your eyes follow the direction of her head nod, landing on a woman with two-coloured hair under a bucket hat, who is dressed tomboyish but trendy. She’s talking to a guy, who is dressed in all black, but her aura dominates the studio. Even if you didn’t have a single clue who Bada was, you’d easily assume that she was the leader of this dance class.

She’s extremely attractive. The way she holds herself and her appearance can only really be described as handsome, but you weren’t exactly sure why you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off her.

The music started to fade away and Bada started to speak in Korean. “Now would be a really good time to know Korean,” you let out a sigh before turning to Gigi to see what the dancer had said.

“She’s going to show the choreography we’re going to learn first and then she’ll teach us the moves.”

“Great,” you whisper back. You actually wanted to disappear from the world at the thought of dancing, praying to any higher power that no one pays attention to you and that you stay on your feet the whole time.

As the crowd separates, Bada and four guys enter the centre and music starts playing. You recognise it to be You Got It by Vedo, a song that you quite vibed with.

Your mouth immediately drops as you watch Bada dance, barely paying attention to the guys behind her.

It’s as if a wave of hypnosis had come over you because your entire being was set on the dancing woman in front of you and you couldn’t focus on anything else in the studio. Your body was in shock and your mind drew a blank, you were literally malfunctioning.

When the guys left and Bada danced alone, you felt your heart skip a beat… or two. And that was just from watching her dance. Before you completely lost function of your own body, you wiped your mouth and closed it before you started drooling all over the floor.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

Gigi let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “I’m sure you’ll be fine y/n.”

…

It was safe to say that you were not fine.

The moves were too advanced for you to follow along, and the class was progressing to quickly as well. However, while you were struggling to barely keep up, Gigi was having the time of her life.

You decided that you deserved a little break and sat against the back wall, gulping down water like your life depended on it (which it very much felt like it did) while mentally cursing Gigi and her future bloodline.

Being so deep in your thoughts of hating on your best friend for making you go through modern torture, you didn’t notice a foreign presence sit down next to you.

“Are you okay?”

An accented voice pulls you to reality. You turn your head to see the one person you didn’t want to notice you this whole time.

“Oh fuck me.”

Bada Lee was staring at you with a soft smile, her head slightly tilted as if she were interested in you and your presence in her class. And that’s exactly what she was. Interested.

As soon as you had stepped foot into her studio, she couldn’t help but notice you. You were the only foreigner in her class. She also couldn’t help but notice how you made a beeline to the back of the studio, nor could she ignore the way you were mesmerised with her dancing.

When she started teaching the choreography, she spared glances to you, possible due to her height that towered many of the dancers there.

She saw you struggling to keep up and how clueless you looked whenever a dance move was introduced, and how you would laugh at every mistake you made (and you made a lot). Bada thought you were cute in a clueless way, almost seeing you as a challenge as there isn’t one person she hasn’t been able to teach dancing.

Maybe that’s why she found herself looking at you more than the other dancers in her class, or why she found herself making her way to you when she noticed you were on the floor.

You were a challenge.

And maybe that’s why she offered to teach you the choreography 1-on-1 in a different room. No other reason…

“Oh I can’t dance,” you chuckle as Bada lifts herself off the ground.

“We can change that,” she smirks at you with a mischievous look in her eye, reaching out a hand that you hesitantly take, being pulled up with ease.

You follow her out of the studio and into a different one across the hall, where it was just the two of you. As you looked around the room awkwardly, avoiding any chance of eye contact with Bada, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. The dancer had previously been interested in a few people in her lifetime, but they were all different from you.

Korean and confident in a dance studio.

Two things you weren’t. Yet, Bada couldn’t help but feel some sort of pull to you that she couldn’t explain. So she kept telling herself that it’s simply because you can’t dance, and she’s such a talented dancer herself that she can help anyone. Even someone as uncoordinated as you.

“Let’s just begin from the very start, yeah?” Bada smiles, looking at you through the mirror.

You finally make eye contact with her, adding a shy smile of your own, “okay.”

The next twenty minutes was spent with Bada teaching you the choreography very patiently. As you messed up, she assured you that you’re fine and simply helped you with what you couldn’t do. However, you didn’t know how but Bada had ended up behind you with her hands on you correcting your form. You could feel her warm breath on your neck, in the mirror you could she was bent down a little and you weren’t short yourself but Bada still held a good bit of height on you.

Feeling the dancer’s front against your back, your mind started racing with a million thoughts per second. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

As you tried to do a move with foot work, the universe was simply not on your side as the next thing you know you’re tripping over thin air and closing your eyes, letting out a yelp as you feel an impact with the hard ground. You groan a bit as slight pain rushes through your back, but it’s nothing compared to when you opened your eyes to find Bada right on top of you. Clumsy you of course managed to not only trip yourself on nothing, but you also tripped Bada.

If you thought she was close to you before, that was nothing compared to her proximity to you now. Your eyes widen and your cheeks redden as you stare into her eyes, and she stares into yours. Your noses gently brush each others as you slightly tilt your head, and your breaths mix, enveloping each other.

“You weren’t lying when you said you can’t dance,” Bada let’s out a small chuckle, still holding herself slightly above you.

Your pretty sure your face is comparable to a tomato now and you laugh, “no, no I wasn’t lying.”

The synergy between you two are engulfing the entire studio as you both don’t move from your intimate position. Questions of the unknown run through both of your minds, as temptation of wading through these uncharted waters flow through your hearts.

It seems like an eternity before Bada speaks up charmingly, her eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, “maybe you can give me your number… for you know, more dance lessons?”

With red cheeks and glistening eyes, you smile shyly.

“You got it.”

helloooo !!

if you’ve made it this far than i would like to thank you so much for reading. this is my first time writing something like this so i apologise if it’s bad, i’m learning as i go.

i haven’t proofread and i probably won’t, so again, apologies for any mistakes lmao.

anyways, hope y’all enjoyed this little one shot and let me know if you have any requests!

lots of love,

j <3