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— Let's Dance

PART 2 - PART 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Audrey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Contemplating it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely not.” Ling comments.

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

“I don’t know,” her teammate replies.

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

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

“I hope someone challenges her.”

“Shouldn’t Waackxxxy challenge her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re so brave for doing this.”

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

“Another match of mentor vs. student.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hip Hop Beast vs. Prima Ballerina.

Unbeatable Mentor vs. Prodigy Student.

The battle of the season.

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

“Headbanger.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike and Shownu showed both cards – pink and yellow.

Monika chose pink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Judges, card open.”

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

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

1 yellow.

2 pink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You next mission is…Class Mission.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leader Class – Kirsten

Sub-Leader Class – Latrice

Middle Class – (Y/N) and Audrey

Rookie Class – Emma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” Mini asks, side eyeing Chocol.

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

“Pathetic.”

“Shut up!”

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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Akanen the type of girlfriend

Feel like Akanen is the type of girlfriend who would make you laugh with silly things everytime. Would dance, sing, play, or just hang out with you while cuddling, specially if you are in a low mood. She would do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.

When you're trying on new clothes she couldn't stop smiling at how beautiful you look in her eyes, telling you that everything looks perfect on you and making you feel like the cutest person in the world with so many compliments. This woman is so sweet by simple nature, now imagine how sweet she is with her cute girlfriend. <3

Also omg the duality this woman handles- feel like she would tease you and then act like nothing while you're screaming inside.

Mom, I wanna marry her.

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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With You (On This Cold Day)(Latrice Kabamba x Reader)

Synopsis: A cold day with Latrice.

Tw: None! Just short, straight fluff :)

Word Count: 1.2k

Latrice hates the cold.

Well, not to say that she hates it, truly. She just strongly dislikes it, simply because of the fact that it is inconvenient.

The wind biting at her face, her skin drying out, the never ending amount of layers that never seem to be enough.

A very inconvenient type of weather indeed.

Now, she usually prefers to stay inside during the major cold periods, but the only reason she isn’t is because of you.

You, her lovely girlfriend, decided to pop over to her place for a visit, saying that if you had no one to cuddle in this cold weather, you are liable to go insane. And because Latrice loves you so much –although whether she loves you enough to be standing out in this cold for so long is being deliberated– she is out here, waiting to greet you. Though, if you aren’t here in the next five minutes, she may have to greet you from the warmth of her own apartment.

And just when she is ready to turn around and call you from inside, in the distance, she sees you. You’re bundled up in a thick jacket and a scarf, waddling quickly over to her as you rub your arms. She waves at you, feeling a smile break onto her face at the sight, cold weather becoming less of a problem as you appear before her.

“Latrice~,” you call, a cloud of icy air leaving your mouth as you talk. “I’m so cold,” you whimper, reaching out to her before you even reach her all the way.

Latrice holds out her arms and meets you in the middle to hug you, only for her to squeal as you plant your bare hands on her face and go to kiss her.

Latrice jumps back at the feeling of your icy fingers, narrowing her eyes at you as she avoids your kiss.

“You’re so cold!” Latrice complains, rubbing at her cheeks. “How did you possibly leave the house without gloves on?” She asks as she stares at your grumbling, pouting face.

“I couldn’t find my gloves, ok!” Latrice starts to giggle at your face, causing you to whine, “Don’t judge me, ok! I put them in the washer after I wasted hot cocoa on myself, and then they never appeared again!” Latrice tilts her head, hiding her giggles behind her hand. You think she looks so cute like this.

“And how exactly did you waste hot cocoa on yourself?” She asks, readjusting your jacket and fixing your collar.

Your cheeks get impossibly bigger as you pout even more, bottom lip peeking out just a bit and Latrice wants to kiss it.

“I got free hot chocolate at work, and when I was leaving for the day, I fell down the stairs when I was walking…” You avoid her gaze a bit, embarrassment setting in on your features. Latrice starts to laugh even more, giggles filling the air as she imagines you falling –most likely after not paying attention–. “Don’t laugh! What type of girlfriend are you?” You cross your arms over your chest, turning away from her slightly.

“There’s only, like, ten steps outside your job. How did you even manage to fall?” Latrice asks, trying to cease her laughter, watching you rub your hands together.

“…I was looking at my phone…” Latrice laughs again, knowing her prediction was correct. “Stop laughing!” You complain, stomping your feet slightly. “It was an honest accident, I swear!” You look like an angry kitten right now, and Latrice can’t help but hug you close to her, rocking you back and forth.

“Aw, I’m sorry my baby. Why don’t we head inside and get away from this cold, yeah?” You’re still pouting when Latrice pulls away from you, looking up at her with glassy eyes. “What is it?” Latrice asks, noticing you want to say something.

“You still haven’t kissed me yet…” you mutter, and Latrice tilts her head in confusion. “You avoided my kiss. I want a kiss…” You feel your face heating up, looking at Latrice expectantly.

Latrice remembers how she moved away from you earlier, and lets out a small smile, grabbing your cold hands in hers. She rubs them in her hands, planting kisses on each of them, causing you to let out a small laugh. Latrice places your hands in her pockets and pulls you closer, kissing you gently.

You have the biggest smile when you pull apart, nuzzling your cold nose to her cheek.

“Happy now?” Latrice whispers, planting another kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, very,” you answer, kissing her cheeks repeatedly. “Now let’s go inside, please. I think I’m going to turn into a popsicle if I stay out here any longer.” You flap your hands in her pockets, but make no move to walk forward without Latrice.

“Ok, I’ll fix you some hot chocolate and hopefully you won’t waste it this time,” Latrice laughs as you narrow your eyes at her, removing your hands from her pockets.

“Oh, you’re so cruel, Latrice,” you say as you both start walking towards her apartment. “You deserve a little taste of your own medicine…” Latrice squeals as you reach your cold hands towards her, reaching for her face. Latrice begins to run around to try and escape you, and you chase after her, laughing along with her.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry! I won’t tease you again, I promise, ah!” You end up reaching her, capturing her face in your hands and kissing her all over her face.

“Face my cold hand attack, you fiend!” You say in between kisses, keeping Latrice in your hold.

Latrice squirms half heartedly in your arms as your hands move under her jacket feeling her skin through her t-shirt.

“Ok, ok, ok! I’m sorry, baby,” Latrice says through giggles when you tickle her slightly.

“You better be,” you retort, pulling away from her and looping your arm in hers. “Now seriously, let’s go inside before I freeze to death. I think my fingers are turning blue.”

Latrice hums, not able to help herself as she says, “Yeah, maybe next time you’ll have proper gloves that you didn’t waste hot chocolate on.”

“Hey!” You playfully glare at her, squeezing her arm slightly. “I’m going to get a girlfriend that doesn’t make fun of me.”

“You can find another one, but you will miss my world famous cuddles, so do you really think that’s a fair trade off?” You finally enter the building’s elevator, feeling the warm heater on your skin.

You tilt your head in mock thought as the elevator moves up to her floor.

“Hmm, I don’t know~…” The elevator dings as you reach Latrice’s floor and walk to her door, waiting for her to unlock it. “I think it’s a little bit worth it, don’t you think?”

You take a little bit of satisfaction in the way she scoffs, shoving you on the shoulder slightly.

“Oh please, I’m the most perfect and best girlfriend you’ll ever have! Who else can compare to me?” You both start to take off your coats, hanging them up by the coat rack by the door.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you say as you reach out to Latrice to warm your hands up in hers.

“Exactly,” Latrice says, taking off her gloves before grabbing your hands and rubbing her fingers in circles on your skin. “Now, come get your cuddles,” she says impatiently, leading you over to the couch.

“Yes, my love,” you giggle, following her eagerly, ready to bask in the warmth of your girlfriend.

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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Pretty lady, Your perfect to me.

Kirsten Dodgen X Fem reader

Warning: (Reader is insecure of her body)

A/N: I suddenly had the urge to write this...

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"Baby I'm back!~" Kirsten calls out to you upon entering the front door.

Kirsten felt a wave of coldness, she didn't hear your usual response like she would always do.

'that's strange? Where could she be?' Kirs thought herself. She set down the bag of fresh pastries that she got for you on the kitchen counter.

Kirsten knew your love for food, and often made it as a mission to get you something to new to try when she could. Today was no different.

On her way back from the studio she spotted a newly opened bakery. Her eyes raked over the freshly made pastries through the glass window. It reminded her of you.

So that's what's she did, she got 1 of everything that they had to offer.

Back to the present, Kirsten moved further into the house in hopes of finding you.

"y/n ?"

"honey where are you love? I'm back from practice."

Still no response. She was getting worried.

The last room that she had yet to look in, your shared bedroom.

The brightness of light that peeked through the crack of the door had somewhat calmed her down.

She knocked on the door before opening it to let you know her presence.

"baby I'm back from the studio~"

Her eyes were met with you the bed, you back faced to her. Still no response. She got in and closed the door behind her.

She took slow steps, to be careful incase you were asleep. However as she got closer, she heard muffled crying and sniffles coming for you.

You at last become clear to her vision as she stood the edge of the bed. You were holding Kirsten's pillow in your arms, face pressed against it. Legs both curled up to your knees. Body trembling a little. You had your ear buds on, that explains your lack of response.

This broke her heart deeply. The latter then slowly extended her arm and softly stroke your head.

"y/n?"

You jolted lightly thinking someone had broken in, but relax when you saw it was just your girlfriend.

"K-Kirs?"

She nodded with sad eyes as your sobs began getting deeper as you saw her. Kirsten didn't waste time and immediately pulled you into her chest after laying down on bed with you. Her left arm wrapping around your frame as her free one stroking patterns across your back.

"there, there everything is alright my girl. I'm here now ok. Let it all out y/n."

The older comforted you as much as she could. Soon you calmed down. Her free hand now caressing the back of your head as she spoke looking at you.

"y/n is everything ok? Wanna talk about it?"

You shook your, snuggling your face into the crook of her neck. She understood you, if you were ready to talk she will be ready to listen.

She did thought of a way to cheer you up a little from this sour mood. The pastries came to mind.

"Baby, how about we go downstairs? I actually bought you some fresh pastries from a new bakery that I saw. I know that you have a sweet tooth my pretty girl."

"I-I don't want them." You never refused food. Especially the food that Kirsten bought you.

"Are you sure love-"

"For god's sake, I don't want it!! I'm just an ugly fat girl who eats everything. Eating is like the only thing I know, oh nyom nyom nyom!!" Tears rolled down your cheeks once more. But this time it was tears of anger. You were angry at yourself.

It shocked Kirsten, you never really raised your voice at her nor anyone else before. But she knew this was all fired up from something your were holding on of which she hadn't knew about.

"Look at me Kirs! I'm just a fucking ugly girl. I'm fat, my tummy and legs their all big. I can't wear cute clothes like you do. Whenever we go out people just stare at me like a monster or just-"

She couldn't hear you anymore, she pressed her lips against yours. It made you shut up. A few seconds later she pulled away looking straight into your eyes.

"your a not a monster. Your, you. Your my beautiful girl, my confident little lady, my gorgeous angle. My buttercup. Please don't ever says things like that about yourself anymore. I really want you to look at yourself as how I look at you."

"your pretty soft fluffy hair, your deep eyes, your cute nose, your kissable lips, your chubby cheeks, your soft tummy, your thighs that I love so much. You want to know? I'm really in with you honey and not only cause of your looks and personality, everything."

She gave you a peck on the lips. She saw you smile a little. She used her thumbs to wipe of your tears. Kirsten needed you, only you.

"there's that beautiful smile my pretty lady. Now why don't have a bite of what I brought hmm?"

-THE END-

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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“BeBe’s Bodyguard”

Team Bebe x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of a knife, mentions of a stabbing, cute ending tho, language, lowercase intended (you already know)

Summary: you’re bebe’s bodyguard. what could possibly go wrong?

“sowon and chaeyoung can you two please stop running off?” you ask. it’s not really a question but you’re trying. they’ve been disappearing for the past twenty minutes.

“oops sorry y/n-nim!” sowon says bowing.

you’ve been their bodyguard for a long time. you automatically became close because you’re the only female bodyguard they have. they trusted you immensely.

“just stay in the area. i don’t want anything happening to you.” you say standing behind them as they looked for things.

moments later, the others walked up with the other three bodyguards on duty.

“y/n!!” bada says excitedly. she pulls you into her and steps back. “look at what i bought.”

“i will when we get in the car bada.” you say pushing her items back into her bag. “head count i only see six.”

“i’m behind you!” you hear tatter’s sweet voice say.

“all of you are gonna be on punishment.” you mumble making sure they’re all good before walking towards the mall exit.

you take your place up front next to bada. sad to say, she is the more popular one of the seven, so fans tend to rush after her. they rush all the girls, don’t get me wrong, but recently they’ve been rushing bada a lot more due to her girl crush concept blowing up. so bada now has two guards on her whole the other two guards stand in the middle and at the end of the line.

“y/n,” bada says looking up, “i bought you something too!” she says excitedly.

“that’s sweet bada.” you say pushing her hands back down gently. “show me in the car.” you say again.

you can see a crowd when you get to the door, some people are next to the van. “alright girls, hold onto the person in front of you. don’t step out of line.”

“aye aye captain!”

“lusher..” you groan before grabbing onto bada as your coworker opens the door for you.

“bada! bada you’re so cool!”

“oh my gosh bada unnie you’re so pretty!”

“minah i love you!

“tatter your hair looks so good!”

“lusher unnie we missed you!”

the comments come fast as you hold onto bada’s waist and gently push through the crowd.

you get about three feet from the van when you see them. some fan, maybe a fake fan, comes running right towards bada. since her head is down, bada doesn’t see it. she just feels your grip tighten and being pulled to the other side.

you grab the fan quickly, safely dropping her to the ground. the fan tries to get out of your hold and you feel something scratch at your arm. you ignore it trying to calm her down.

the other guards get the girls in the car, shutting the door before helping you with the person you have pinned.

“y/n you’re bleeding.” one says.

you look at your arm then down at the girl's hand, noticing the knife she has. “oh what the fuck.” you say.

she’s quickly disarmed and you walk to the van getting in with the girls and huffing.

“what’s wrong y/n?” kyma asks.

“she cut me. i can’t see it. is this bad?” you turn your arm towards the girls and they gasp.

“y/n that’s a lot of blood!” lusher exclaims grabbing tissues. “you might need stitches that’s really deep.”

after the situation is over and everyone’s in the van, the girls are quickly brought back to their respective homes and you’re taken to a nearby hospital. doctors told you to take it easy for a few days so you did. you spent a week in your little apartment recovering. of course the girls sent you plenty of messages saying how they missed you. (especially bada. she sent messages back to back like she was bangchan on bubble- but let’s not get into that.)

you were excited to be back at work. you missed the girls and their antics. they didn’t know when you were coming back and they definitely didn’t think it would be today.

it was tuesday, so team bebe were at the studio practicing. you quietly open the door and peak your head in.

“lusher you’re doing it wrong!” bada stresses.

“no i’m not! i’m doing it like everyone else, you're wrong!” she says back.

“do it again from the top.” bada plays the music and watches in the mirror as everyone dances. lusher was right, bada was wrong.

“told you!”

“whatever. let’s keep going.” she grumbles.

“oh bada,” you say stepping in, “that’s not nice. apologize to lusher.”

“y/n!!!” the girls exclaim rubbing towards you. you immediately put your injured arm up then gently let it down around them.

“are you back? we missed you so much!! bada has been mean the whole time you were gone.” kyma speaks up.

you make eye contact with bada as she sulks against the mirror. she turns the other way without saying anything. “why don’t you girls take a break so i can talk to bada.” you whisper. they nod and make their way out the door.

“hi bada.” you say approaching her.

“i was worried.” she says, still looking away.

“i texted you everyday. why were you being mean to my kids?”

bada doesn’t respond. she pouts looking down at the ground. you put your finger under her chin raising her head, “i asked a question.”

her face turns red and she clears her throat, “y/n i like you. oh that is not what i wanted to say.” she says covering her mouth.

“babe it was painfully obvious. that doesn’t answer why you’ve been mean to the kids. did not seeing me everyday throw you off?”

she nods.

“that’s cute. you owe them a big apology. give them the day off then let me take you out.” you say leaning on the mirror.

“you… wanna take me out? okay.” she giggles walking towards the door. she opens it and the six kids fall to the floor.

“h-hi!” they stutter.

you shake your head, “kids.”

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a/n: this was a request! hope you like it! i have frostbite guys🧍🏽frostbite on my thumbs and pinkies, four more requests, and eight things i’m trying to write. idk what i’m going to do. send help. pls.

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Do I ?

Summary : team BEBE joins sfw2 bada cant help but notice how all the leaders are falling for you so she starts to question herself of she likes you

Genere : fluff , smut

Bada x reader

Your Aren't the youngest in team bebe .

Heck , your basically older than most of the girls except bada. It was your personality that made people think your younger than your actual age . You easily lit up any room with your cheerful and bubbly mannerism .

Bada always thought that her teammates are cute babies that she had to take care of ,but you in particular were different than the rest of the girls . Where she takes the role of an older sister for the rest of her members .

It was strange for her, team Bebe is a new team . It started with her gathering some students that she thought were fit for joining the competition . Were she , Lusher and Tatter were close because of their joined proformance for Kai , and the others were students from her classes , y/n was chosen to join the group because Young J recommend her to Bada .

At first Bada was skeptical, the girl looks very merk and shy , she saw her a couple of times talking with other members of Just Jerk while passing . But she didn't really believe that the girl is actually one of the famous instructors there .

But the moments that Bada joined one of her class , she was blown away

The girl can dance for sure

Compered to her innocent and cute looks , her dance was the complete opposite . Every move and every step that she takes looks very sensual and seductively. It makes her heart clench for a second then it recovers . That felt weird for her . She didn't know how to explain it but she knew she was in completely and utterly captivated by the sight in front of her .

The rest is history for them . After she finished gathering the rest of the members, the girls became very close quickly, some of them already knew each other from dancing classes together .

Bada is the playful and strict leader . Meanwhile Lusher took the role of the sub-leader who was always there to fill bada's shoes whenever she has some business anywhere . Tatter ,kyma , and cheche are the energisers and sowoen is the quite maknae , that leaves y/n as the team bebes unofficial maknae .

Why do you say that ? Well since you're a very clingy individual, you are always seen at least clinging onto someone thg you trust . So its normal to see you hugging while talking to the girls your smile itself can easily brighten up the room and its not rare to see you listening to the girls ramble , always with bright smile on your face . The girls really did adore you .

Bada wasn't an exception . Youw ere particularly clingy to her since she was older and she seems to like taking care of you . She sometimes buys you food or even takes you home whenever your practice runs late .

The girls had a suspension that their leader had a crush .

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This was enough proof that the work payed off , cuz team bebe were invited to join Mnet newest dancing show . They finally have the chance to join the biggest dancing show in Korea and prove themselves , both to the dancing community and also the rest of the world .

Entering the fight zone , the members of the team bebe is actually the first team to enter . Sounds of excitement and amazement filled the big room , when team bebe enters , The stage has really improved compared to season 1 .

Bada walks in with y/n latched to her arms . Looking around in awe at the view in front of her , their team banner hanging on top of the wall .

"This looks really fun right ?" Y/n whispered to badas ears , slightly tugging downwards to actually be able to whisper to her .

Bada smiles in response, her heart with that same feeling again , the feeling that she still can't figure about, she shrugs it , and focuses on the younger girl gesture and expression.

Not long after the screen infornt of them turns on , playing what seems to be other teams commentary of team bebe .

"They're just bada copycats"

"Being badas student is their career"

"If they don't watch it , it'll start and end with bada "

This comment continued coming from each team , that lead to the members faces immediately turning sour after hearing the statements of other teams .

Even y/n has a frown on her pretty face .

They glanced at her before going to their designed seat . Sowoen ,Cheche,Kyma and minah on the second bleacher while Lusher , Tatter , y/n and bada on the front . Team bebe shows their frustration at being bad mouthed. All of them being quite .... awfully quite

" don't worry guys ... we'll prove them wrong right?" A bright voice rang out of y/n grinning at them , trying to lift up the mood . Grabbing the banner from badas head and waving it at them . After seeing that they have cheered up , she goes to put it back badas head , not forgetting to pat it lightly making the leader smile a little at the sweet gesture .

Soon after , the rest of the teams began to come one by one . And seats being finally complete, the door in the stage coming out of it kang Daniel. The room breaks into cheers after seeing the legendary hosts of the show .

"Whahh ..... two seasons in a row" somone from the crowd said .

"Its finally starting" . Another one said

"Hello . Welcome to Mnet original show ,Street Woman Fighter 2 . I'm your host Kang Danial , now let's welcome the judges for this season "

Monika of PROWDMON , monsta X shownu , and Mike songz of Kinjaz came out and went to their seats. Cheers could be heard throughout the room, each member fangirling over the judges .

Y/n wasn't an exception . When monika was called , she screamed as load as she can making the rest of team bebe shocked never have they seen her scream this load .

" I LOVE YOU MONIKAAA!" Her screams can be heard by everyone there .

Bada feels a small burn of jealously burn through her , never actually seeing the younger girl being g this excited over someone else before . "Ive had the biggest crush on her ever since I watched season 1 " y/n excitedly tells her members "its a dream to be able to see her in real life . Someone please pinch me"

Her last comment made her recive a pinch on her side , courtesy of Tatter excited to be able to annoy the older girl

"Owww... it hurts " y/n pouted .

"Well you asked for it . I just followed your order " Tatter gives her unnie a teasing grin.

After sometime they were finally given a break time to change into their clothes into a more battle appoprite .

Following her members to their waiting g room, y/n walks with bright smile, now hugging tatter , as she tries to annoy her for actually pinching her before.

Bada just walks behind the rest fo her members, happy that hey are in this together. She can't think of joining this show with other people.

They have finally finished changing and finishing up their makeup ,and now they were making their way back to the fight zone . Y/n was wearing a simple outfit consisting of a light blue baseball Jersey with a crop top underneath it and a white cargo pants , trying to show off her team color.

"The first battle is the (No respect) battle of the weakest" kang Daniel announced. He then began to explain the rules for the battle , making some of the girls look at their own no-respect sticker , wondering who gave them that .

"First to battle is 1 million redy"

Redy than comes out of her seat going around each teammfor a quite some time , knowing that her comments during the first video has really offended team bebes leader .

"The first person that I have no respect for is Bada from team bebe" redy said , moving towards team bebe section . Hearing that bada immediately stands up from her seat quite pissed at redy . The rest of the girls stood up from their seats to hype up their leader .

"I don't respect you that's it " redy shrugged , both of them facing each other ? "Not redy ... but soo Bin ! You're still an eight grader to me " bada snapped back ,hearing her respond the other teams scream hypes for the battle knowing the history between them .,

"Redy began to dance , her body moving along the rather of the song ,bada just looked at her while smirking , nothing how redy uses the same moves as before. She thought that this was going to be an easy since her opponent hasn't really improved from their younger days .

After redy stopped dancing , the music began to change . Bada stared to dance she walks over to redy , pointing out their obvious height difference and a form of taunting . Seeing her moves , the girls began to scream loving the confidence that bada has . A certain girl from bebe has become shy in particular, seeing another side of her leader as she saw her grind the air and showcasing sexual moves, a permanent blush seems to stuck on her face .

After bada finished dancing , she glanced at her team , notching one of them seems to blushing , smirking inside , she went to stand again inthe center of the stage waiting for her battle result

"Judges card open"

The three judges open their cards to show a 3 blue cards for team bebe insinuating that the Leader has won the battle . Team bebe began to scream in excitement when bada arrives at her spot , Tatter goes to put the Winner badge on their board , while bada goes to put the loser badge on 1 millions board .

The rest of the battle then continues with some them being drama-heavy . It wasn't long before y/n eard her name being called out to enter the fight zone . Tackimg the mic she decided to walk around , looking at the people around her ,whispers could be heard among the contestants,. "Shes really pretty she could pass as an idol " Capri whispers to Biggy . The girl nodding to her comment , not believing that there are a lot of pretty girls this season .

"She looks cute . I wonder how she will dance " Kirsten said to the members of jam Republic . "Yeah , she has the same vibe as Audrey, sweet and innocent " ling nodded agreeing to her . "Its rare to see you invested babe" ling said as she nudged kirsten. "What ?? No , I'm just curious about her I havent seen her dance yet " Kristen trys to defend herself "hmm .... sure , whatever helps you sleep at night" latrice decided to join in .

Their gaze simultaneously drifted to you when they hear you talk .

"The dancer that I don't have respect for is Chocol" y/n called out , making the room shout in surprise . "Waaaaa . No way ! I know I have no guts to call someone out from WolfLo " harimu screamed

"She really has some guts " mina myoung nodded at the small girl sitting next to her .

Chocol then nodded and got inside the battle zone , nodding to the younger girl " its not that I don't respect you unnie , I heard alot about you so I wanna see for myself " y/n said " Well I won't disappoint you then " chocol winked at her playfully making the younger girl blush , suddenly felling shy from the girls charm

Standing up to try getting a clearer view of her battle , bada silently watches the scene infront of her , the rest fo the bebe girls decided to follow along their leader to the side of the stage to watch their favourite member.

"Ready ? Fight ! " kang Daniel said . The music starting right after .

Chocol get to dance first she lets her body move along the beat . Her style was bery groovy and relaxed compered to the other dancers that she saw previously . Y/n just standed at the side watching seriously, face flat , trying to cover her excitement at seeing chocol cool moves . Without realising it , y/n is surprised that chocol is moving forward , body moving closer to her . Suddenly the both of them are face to face , h/n tried to step back , her body moving on its own . Chocol just smiles at her and blows a kiss her before moving back to the center and doing a flashy move before the timer runs out

Y/n is left there in surprise. Cheeks redder than tsubakill colo , trying to hide her face with her hands . The music then changed and she prepared herself . Removing her hands from her face , her expression immediately changed from its previously embarrassed state to looking cold and fierce .

As angles of Tibet by Amaarae started playing she began to jump a little

( your preformance )

You began to make your hips to the rythem hitting every beat , hips moving . Your gaze remained fierce , not giving any fucks to your surrounding , while staring at Chocol with cold eyes. Surprising the crowd around her , not expecting the bubbly shy girl to be dancing this way looking intimidating. She continued her dance with passion shaking her ass at chocol at the end . "Three two one . Battle over " Daniel said into the mic .

Y/n then stopped her movement. Throwing her gaze to her team who are screaming at her excitedly waving their arms to cheer her one . Both she and chocol move to the center waiting for the battle result . "Judges card open " danila announced.

The shy girl , covers her face with her hands , anticipating the result of her battle . The judges then open their cards showing all thee blue cards . The girl gasped in shock not believing she's able to beat such a strong dancer. Especially one that's really hard to beat .

"Y/n really surprised me . To be honest I wasn't really expecting much at the begging , but after seeing her dance I've stared to wonder how come I've never seen her before . Your moves are really fun to watch especially the details in it and the power behind it ." Monika said

"It was a really close battle to be honest " Mike started " y/n really showed us that unique kind of dance that is rarely done and even Chocol showed us the basics of hiphop and how not everyone can pull it off "

Y4n bowed to the judges after hearing their comments , happy and shocked at the same time after listening to the results she goes to face Chocol who smiled at her "its a pleasure to battle with you" y/n bowed

"Its a Pleasure to be dancing with such a beautiful and talented women " Chocol winked and went to hug her placing her arms around the girls waist . Surprised at the unexpected gesture , y/n just squeaked in response and after sometime she goes to uwarp her arms away from the girls neck . Their hug ended. And the girls went back to their teams , one with a smirk on her face and the other one why a shy redded face and a shy smile .

Upon getting closer ,team members wore a teasing smirk on their faces , ready to bully the shy older girl . What she didn't notice is one face that frowning and glaring at the figure of the wolflo members .

Yah, Unnie, what is that?" Tatter exclaimed at the girl in shock. Not believing her eyes that her shy and small unnie can dance that sexy. "And the hug too, are you perhaps flirting with Chocolunnie?" Minah added, gazing questioningly at the girl in front of her. This seems to make the leader frown deepens upon hearing

the younger girl question, questioning herself ( Do it like y/n)

"What? No!" Y/n denied the accusation immediately, crossing her arms into an X to further prove her point. "It's just heat of the moment I'm sure.' They goes back to their respective seat. Y/n choosing to cling to Lusher, seeing as the girl hasn't made a move to tease her. After watching battle after battle, they are finally done with filming for today. The teams are going to their waiting room and preparing to go back home, tired after a long day of filming.

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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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."

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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BEBE’s reaction to you being submissive in bed

warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE! mentions of oral, fingering, restraints, biting/marking, edging, teasing, strap-ons, pain, choking + aftercare (as always!)

BADA

bada isn’t really surprised…

she definitely thinks it’s cute that you’re submissive in bed

she likes to see you squirming around in her sheets

always a smirk on her face (she’s so fucking hot)

she’s happy to be able to make you feel good

she loves it, really

is always super eager to make love to you

you don't even have to do anything in return!

“bada… what about you?”

“no no, it’s okay, baby. i promise, i love seeing you like this.”

she loves taking you in whatever way you want

(her favorite is hitting it from the back)

a very tender lover

aftercare is one of her favorite parts

she gets to take care of her baby!

she’s so gentle and you can really feel how much she loves you with every touch

LUSHER

a little shy when you first express that you want her to be the more dominant one in the bedroom

personally, she didn’t even think she was capable of that

also a very gentle lover

never wants to take things too rough or hard

she’s just not into that

she doesn’t really like toys, she prefers skin to skin contact

but if you like them, she’ll buy so many because you’re her baby obviously

she likes soft, slow sex

she’s a romantic at heart <3

sometimes she likes to send you nudes because she likes to see you blush

and then you get her back by sending her your own pictures when she’s around the BEBE girls

she’s not good at hiding her emotions so they can tell

“lusher, what is that-“

“NOTHING.”

TATTER

miss taeyoung is FREAKY!

all that sexual tension stored in her tiny body

she was delighted when you expressed your desires to be more submissive in bed!

she is a little devil

always teasing you in bed

her strap game is immaculate just saying

definitely likes it when you scratch down her back when she’s fucking you

she gets off on a little pain!

also likes to watch you choke on her fingers, tears running down your cheeks

LOVES to make you beg for an orgasm

“come on… i know you can say it.”

“ugh! taeyoung!”

by the time she’s done fucking you within an inch of your life, you’re both exhausted

after sex cuddles are her favorite!

loves giving you little kisses so she can hear you laugh

KYMA

also wasn't necessarily shocked about you being submissive either

her energy when dancing definitely translates to the bedroom

she fucks you so hard you forget your name

kyma likes it when you also take the time to pleasure her too but it isn’t necessary

you can be her pillow princess <3

i wouldn’t be surprised if she likes restraints

on her or you is fine! she’s flexible!

likes to see you down on your knees

also likes to edge you and then laugh when you whine about it

she’s mean but in a good way

“god, you’re so desperate… look at you.”

“kyma…”

she loves to take care of you after

climbing in behind you in the tub while you start to fall asleep on her chest is her favorite part

MINAH

her mind definitely went straight to the gutter when you told her you’re a little more submissive

thinking of all the ways she could ruin you

you definitely saw it on her face

“minah… you okay?”

“mhm, just thinking…”

she’s not very rough but she’s definitely a tease

also mean but in a good way

LOVES to leave marks all over you

possessive but it’s sexy <3

she likes to tell you how good you’re doing

she knows you like it

makes you tell her what you want her to do to you

really loves the blush that spreads across your cheeks when you finally say it

she thinks you’re the cutest when you’re cuddled up in one of her shirts after

CHECHE

she was a little hesitant when you told her

didn’t know if she could live up to your expectations

also a gentle lover

loves to kiss any part of exposed skin that she can

cheche really loves holding you close and seeing your face

she wants to know that she’s doing good!

lets you return the favor often

very sappy during sex

“i love you.”

“heh, i love you too…”

also never really uses toys

she loves your tits, will never get tired of them

also loves eating you out tbh

she’s very good at it!

but the best part is cuddling together after <3

SOWOEN

she almost died when you told her that you wanted her to take control in the bedroom

literally squealed out of embarrassment

“uh… sowoen?”

“i’m okay!”

loves the classic oral and fingering

but will use a strap every once in a while if you ask

she’s very eager to please!

she’s a little freaky as a treat

she will bite you

loves to leave hickeys/marks all over your body

also loves your tits <3

her favorite part is probably you sitting on her face

but she really enjoys every moment

aftercare is really important to her

for both you and her

she loves taking little showers together after <3

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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“Boss Ass Bitch”

Reader x Half of Team Bebe😉

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, lowercase intended, cheating bada, mostly oral, some fingering

Summary: bada is a liar and a cheat. you just have to get your lick back.

Based off this beauty here

rule number one to be a boss ass bitch, never let a clown try to play you.

the words of boss ass bitch by nicki minaj echoed through your head as you drove 95 down the freeway to get back home. you were pissed and just so happened to turn on nicki minaj radio on spotify and that was the first song to play. you kept replaying the events that just happened.

“so this whole time.. this whole time you had another bitch? you were playing me?” you say in disbelief.

“i wouldn’t necessarily say i was playing you.. but i mean yeah.” bada says shrugging.

you scoff as you look over her shoulder and see the other girl peeking out from behind the wall. “so what was the point in keeping me around?”

“you give good head.”

you suck your teeth, nodding your head and walking out the door.

“that long bitch.” you mutter as you stormed into your apartment. your belgian malinois perks up at the sound of you coming in. you flop on the couch, bouncing your leg angrily. atlas, your dog, puts his head on your lap and looks at you.

“i’m gonna get that bitch back atlas just wait.” you say to him, rubbing his ears. then you remember the song..

if he play you then rule number two, fuck his best friends and make them yes men.

“i’m so glad you called to hang out!” tatter says excitedly as she sits next to you on your couch. some movie is playing in the background but you don’t really care about it.

“mhm me too.” you say, placing a hand on her thigh. you rub it gently, trailing your hand higher up.

“y/n..” she says, almost with a warning tone, “stop it.”

you sigh dramatically moving your hand, “fine.” you pout. but that doesn’t last for long cause next thing you know, her lips are on yours and she’s pushing you down on the couch.

finally.

in the blink of an eye. your clothes are off and her head is between your legs. your hand tangles in her hair as you moan loudly. “shit tatter you’re so good at that.” you cry out as she inserts a finger into you, her tongue dancing around your clit.

“you taste so good.” she mumbles.

reaching over to the table, you grab your phone and quickly take a picture of her before exploding all over her face.

you didn’t know this would be so damn easy. you straight up went to lusher and asked her to eat you out and she was on her knees, practically worshiping your cunt. you came once already but she wouldn’t let up. her tongue swirled all around you. her face was messy and covered in your juices. she didn’t give not one fuck. you let out a cry as she sucks on your clit harder.

“fuck lusher let up a bit i’m not going anywhere.” you say pulling her long hair.

she whines, clawing at your thighs, “please i want more.” she’s absolutely pussy drunk.

you let out a sigh as she sticks her fingers back in. while she’s distracted you grab your phone to take a picture of her.

“fuck minah just like that.” you gasp.

“yeah? does it feel good? you taste good.” she says pumping her fingers in and out of you. your back arches and she giggles.

“looks like your gonna cum baby.. gonna cum on my fingers? or maybe my face?”

you didn’t know she could be this.. dominant. this fucking sexy. “minah.. minah please.” you cry, reaching for your phone.

“please what? use your words slut.” she slaps your clit and you almost drop your phone. “aw do you want memories of this? let me slow down so you don’t cum mid picture.” she says, her fingers slowing down. she puts her mouth on your clit and your eyes roll back.

you take the picture shakily and moan loudly as her fingers hit your gspot, making you cum all over her hand.

it took some convincing when it came to kyma, but she finally caved after you told her you’d buy her food from her favorite restaurant.

“i don’t know why you wanted this so bad.” she says, pushing you down on her bed. she aggressively pulls your pants off, putting your leg on her shoulder, attaching her mouth to your cunt, and finally sticking her tongue into your hole.

“just… wanted.. fuck.” you say quietly.

“you just wanted fuck? that doesn’t make sense.” she says curling her fingers up.

you ignore her smart ass remark and moan loudly. “fuck! do that again! i’m gonna cum!” you cry out.

“you sure you don’t want to get your picture first?”

your breath hitches and you look at her, “h-huh?” you stutter.

“get your picture.” she says sucking on your clit.

you reach for your phone taking the picture of kyma between your legs.

send a red heart and send a kissy face, and tell him how his friends love how your pussy tastes

tattertot: we know what you’re doing.

the text comes in as soon as you wake up from your nap. you blink a few times and laugh.

you: hope you don’t mind. i was just getting back at your friend for playing me🤭

tattertot: how are you gonna do that?

you: the pictures? i’m about to send them to her😉i owe you four😘

you quickly swipe out the chat and open yours and bada’s messages.

attachments: 4 images

you: ❤️😘

you: your friends love how my pussy tastes🤸🏽

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf @currentfications

a/n: bada keeps sending messages through mnet plus chat it’s like she knows i’m doing this. anyways HEY GUYTH!!! i have a few requests that i’m working on but i had this (and two other things) on my mind so… be ready🤸🏽

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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ABRAVESOUL'S MASTERLIST.

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STREET WOMAN FIGHTER II

TEAM BEBE

BADA LEE/BADA

- HOW MOTHEREST TRIO'S COCKS WOULD BE LIKE? (SMUT🔥⚠️)

KIM TAEYOUNG/TATTER

- 10:14 (smut 🔥⚠️)

- 11:31 (fluff 🐻🍭)

- Blue Plush & Cotton Candy (fluff🐻🍭)

- how would GP!Tatter's cock and behaviour during sex be like? (smut🔥⚠️)

- 18:18 (smut🔥⚠️)

- How would Tatter kiss you?(fluff🐻🍭)

- 15:09 (smut🔥⚠️)

LEE SEOYOUNG/LUSHER

PARK INHYE/KYMA

LEE MINAH/MINAH

JUNG CHAEYEON/CHECHE

KWON SOWEON/SOWEON

(・∀・)(・∀・)(・∀・)(・∀・)(・∀・)(・∀・))

JAM REPUBLIC

KIRSTEN DODGEN

AUDREY LANE

<(￣︶￣)><(￣︶￣)><(￣︶￣)><(￣︶￣)><(￣)

WOLF'LO

JO GAYOUNG/CHOCOL

- THE DEVIL WITHIN?!CHOCOL VER. (SMUT🔥⚠️)

(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)(✿^‿^)

MANEQUEEN

HAN HAEUN/REDLIC

JUNG SIYEON/WAACKXXXY

LEE YOONJI/YOONJI

CHEON YUJIN/CERA

SOLOIST/OTHER GROUPS

BIBI

- HOW MOTHEREST TRIO'S COCKS WOULD BE LIKE? (SMUT🔥⚠️)

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gayforfemaledancers · 4 months

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THE DEVIL WITHIN?!

(WOLF'LO CHOCOL VER.)

GP! CHOCOL X FEM READER

Warning: ( Illegal age gap!/GP!Chocol/ Angst / Reader being forced/ Reader's virginity being taken away /somewhat of drunk Chocol?)

Note: ⚠️THIS WHOLE THING IS PURE FICTION, ANYTHING SAID OR WRITTEN HERE IS PURE FICTION ⚠️

A/N: Hi sweeties I'm back, with another Devil within series. Actually my first one for a non DC character. Hope you loves enjoy ♥️♥️♥️

"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?

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