gayoung-lover

[gayoung-lover]

i was going to post today but i just had the worst day ever lol i am literally in tears 🙁

[gayoung-lover]

cassiel my love! i miss you 😕😔 hope you've not been too busy and don't overwork yourself <3

hii sweetheart 🥹 i am hereee!! my dms are always open for youu :3 heheh today was my first day of my last semester before i graduate 🙏🫶 but i was writing someone's request for the tall reader x chocol :3

+ random pic of my school supplies lol

[gayoung-lover]

what is even going on with the bada writing community here 🙀 why do people feel the need to lie about their age? ...

[gayoung-lover]

this was the top ten words i use while writing fanficsss ＼(^_^)／ i predicted most of them

[gayoung-lover]

i got a haircut and it looks so insanely good 😭 i got layersss n stuff 🥹

[gayoung-lover]

i am actually using my degree for something n i am using a linguistics corpus to analyze with words i use the most while writing LOL

[gayoung-lover]

i can't believe this is my last semester before i graduate 🥹 it feels surreal

[gayoung-lover]

THANK YOUU ILY TOO 🫶🥹🍓

dance with me  ๋࣭⭑ chocol

after years of dancing in the comfort of your living room, you finally stepped into a dance class for the first time. throughout the class, your teacher—chocol, a participant from street woman fighter 2—closely observed your every move.

| wc: 1.5 k 🫶 | sorry it took so longgg ive been so busy 🙁💔 |

Although you have always enjoyed dancing at home, the idea of attending an actual dance class made you nervous. However, after being fascinated by the dancers on Street Woman Fighter 2, particularly the girls of Wolf’Lo, with their years of experience and passion for dance, you could not help but be inspired. Knowing that Chocol was organizing a pop-up dance class nearby, the temptation became irresistible. 

Clutching your water bottle, you made your way to the studio—trying not to draw much attention, you dressed in all black with minimal makeup. As you entered the studio, you noticed it was almost empty, with only a few people arriving after you—the total count barely reaching twenty people. An unexpected wave of nervousness washed over you—having anticipated a larger group, thinking that with more people, any missteps on your part could easily blend in. As you began warming up, you positioned yourself in the corner, contrasting with the people that clustered towards the front—presumably wanting to be as close to Chocol as they could. 

You looked down at your watch, noticing that it was time and the orange-haired dancer could arrive anytime soon—and you were right; the girl walked into the room and went to the front, smiling at everyone.

“Hello, my name is Gayoung—you can call me Chocol, too.” She made a pause, grabbing some papers that were on a table. “First thing I’ll do is take attendance—yeah, like if we were in high school.” She laughed—you thought how prettier she looked in real life, the cameras truly did not capture her beauty enough.

As she began calling names, you heard her call yours. “I’m here!” You said, and she looked through the people that were covering you.

“Come closer, no one bites.” Gayoung jokes, continuing to take attendance—you walked a bit closer but still chose to stay at the back. “There we go, everyone’s here.”

Gayoung showed the choreography she intended to teach—it was something somewhat beyond your comfort zone. However, witnessing her dance in person was a shock—the fluidity and precision of her movements were mesmerizing. As she finished dancing, everyone clapped, and she acknowledged it with a smile. "Let's get started then." She said, turning her back to the class and facing the mirror to go through each step.

Lost in perfecting the steps, you remained oblivious to Gayoung's observant gaze in the mirror. Her admiration was evident, captivated by your skill, the way you incorporated your hair into the choreography, and your overall elegance, giving off the vibe of a professional dancer. 

"We're going to step to the front in smaller groups to check for any details—any volunteers?" Gayoung asked, scanning the room. "It's not mandatory, but it can be really helpful if you're up for it." Without hesitation, you raised your hand, seeing Gayoung raising her eyebrows. "Come to the front. Anyone else?"

Another girl volunteered, and you made your way forward, the crowd making space for both of you—your legs trembled from a mix of dancing and nervousness. "One, two, three." She counted down, syncing with the music. While her attention should have been shared, Gayoung's focus remained predominantly on you—you were too impressive.

Your facial expressions made her nod in approval—smiling crookedly. As you finished the choreography, you struck a pose, hand on the hem of your pants, smiling with your chest rising and falling. "Good job!" Gayoung exclaimed, clapping.

You smiled, bowing to both the other girl and Gayoung. "Thank you, it means a lot."

Following the class, you headed home and excitedly shared the photos and videos you took, tagging Gayoung with the caption "First dance class :)"—never really expecting her to notice amidst her popularity after the show. To your surprise, after a few hours, you discovered that she not only liked your posts but also followed you. Just as you were about to happily share the news with your friends that Chocol had followed you, a direct message from her appeared in your Instagram inbox.

iamchocol: Hello, I just wanted to say you did such a great job! Can’t believe it was your first dance class

iamchocol: You’re such a good dancer, are you self taught? 

y/n: hi! yes it was my first class :) i really admire you from swf2 !!

y/n: yeah, i’m self taught hahaha thank you

iamchocol: Thank you!

iamchocol: I’m actually hosting another class in two days, I would love if you could come around

iamchocol: It’s a duet class

y/n: wow, a duet class?

y/n: but i don’t have any dancer friends :( 

iamchocol: You’re going to dance with me

iamchocol: Well, if you want to :) 

y/n: that would be such an honor :)

It was Friday, and as you made your way to the studio, you were even more nervous than last time. Upon entering, you noticed that Gayoung was already there, and you smiled at her. "Hello, nice to see you." You greeted her.

"Nice to see you too." She responded, drawing closer. "Since you're dancing with me, I'd like you to step to the front."

"But, don't I need to know the choreography first?" You giggled.

"It'll be easy for you; you'll catch on quickly." Gayoung assured, motioning for you to join her at the front of the class. "So come here."

As you stood beside Gayoung, the girls who were already in the class began whispering. When the time came, Gayoung explained the concept, insisting that everyone pair up. The moment the music started, you sighed nervously—it was a sultry, sexy song. Initially, the steps Gayoung went over seemed normal, almost basic hip-hop moves. However, as the duet segment began, the dance took an unexpected turn, it was touchy, yet the move that Gayoung was about to teach was going to change everything.

"So, the next step is this." Gayoung whispered, her voice close to your ear. "Bend down a bit for me." You complied, leaning your elbow against your knee, your back arching slightly. Gayoung's hands adjusted your body to the precise position she wanted. "After this, your partner should put their hand on your shoulder and turn around, moving their head from side to side, letting their hair flow, okay?"

Following her instructions, you executed the move. "Like this?" You asked, meeting her gaze, desperately trying to focus on the dance rather than the fact that you were dancing sexily with Gayoung. 

"Exactly, see you go it." She responded. "If you're following the choreography as me, make sure your hands are on your partner—anywhere they're comfortable. It can be on their waist, back, hips." Gayoung placed her hands on your hips, and you caught a glimpse of your blushing face in the room's mirror—as Gayoung's back was turned to it, she could not see your reaction. "That's basically it. Let's go over it again!"

You nodded as Gayoung let you go and began reviewing the steps. Despite feeling comfortable with the routine, her hands on your hips during the final pose sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. While Gayoung seemed used to such interactions, you could not help but feel a nervous excitement.

"We're doing it one last time." She said, pointing at you and herself. "Then, one by one, every pair is coming to the front."

You nodded, and as the music filled the room, you danced with precision and made sure your facial expressions were playful. The moment you bend down, every dancer in the room cheered. Placing your hand on her shoulder, you winked, and she smiled, letting your hair flow to the music. After Gayoung's hands found their place on your hips, you moved them gracefully, holding the final pose for a few seconds after the music stopped.

Everyone clapped, and you nervously rested your face on Gayoung's shoulder, feeling her pat on your hips gently. "Good job, pretty." She praised.

You let out a breathy. "Thank you." You felt your entire face blush, as you heard her call you pretty. 

After each pair had their turn and people began to leave, you gathered your belongings, ready to leave. However, Gayoung stopped you, leaning against the door frame. "Hey."

“Hey, what happened?” You asked, nervously clutching your phone.

“I'll be honest, I think you're pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number.” Gayoung confessed, smiling at you. “I have your Instagram, but, you know, I get tons of messages, so I have my notifications turned off. I was hoping I could pay attention to you.”

Nervously, you bit your lip, finding it hard to believe. “Sure, give me your phone.” Taking her phone, you typed your number, handing it back to her. “Make sure you text me.” With a burst of confidence, you placed your hand on her shoulder and leaned closer. Gayoung looked at you, slightly raising her brow as you softly kissed her cheek. “I think you’re pretty too.”

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, you quickly left, avoiding eye contact. Meanwhile, Gayoung was left giggling and blushing—finding you adorable. “She’s going to be the death of me.” She whispered to herself before going back into the room.

[gayoung-lover]

dance with me  ๋࣭⭑ chocol

after years of dancing in the comfort of your living room, you finally stepped into a dance class for the first time. throughout the class, your teacher—chocol, a participant from street woman fighter 2—closely observed your every move.

| wc: 1.5 k 🫶 | sorry it took so longgg ive been so busy 🙁💔 |

Although you have always enjoyed dancing at home, the idea of attending an actual dance class made you nervous. However, after being fascinated by the dancers on Street Woman Fighter 2, particularly the girls of Wolf’Lo, with their years of experience and passion for dance, you could not help but be inspired. Knowing that Chocol was organizing a pop-up dance class nearby, the temptation became irresistible. 

Clutching your water bottle, you made your way to the studio—trying not to draw much attention, you dressed in all black with minimal makeup. As you entered the studio, you noticed it was almost empty, with only a few people arriving after you—the total count barely reaching twenty people. An unexpected wave of nervousness washed over you—having anticipated a larger group, thinking that with more people, any missteps on your part could easily blend in. As you began warming up, you positioned yourself in the corner, contrasting with the people that clustered towards the front—presumably wanting to be as close to Chocol as they could. 

You looked down at your watch, noticing that it was time and the orange-haired dancer could arrive anytime soon—and you were right; the girl walked into the room and went to the front, smiling at everyone.

“Hello, my name is Gayoung—you can call me Chocol, too.” She made a pause, grabbing some papers that were on a table. “First thing I’ll do is take attendance—yeah, like if we were in high school.” She laughed—you thought how prettier she looked in real life, the cameras truly did not capture her beauty enough.

As she began calling names, you heard her call yours. “I’m here!” You said, and she looked through the people that were covering you.

“Come closer, no one bites.” Gayoung jokes, continuing to take attendance—you walked a bit closer but still chose to stay at the back. “There we go, everyone’s here.”

Gayoung showed the choreography she intended to teach—it was something somewhat beyond your comfort zone. However, witnessing her dance in person was a shock—the fluidity and precision of her movements were mesmerizing. As she finished dancing, everyone clapped, and she acknowledged it with a smile. "Let's get started then." She said, turning her back to the class and facing the mirror to go through each step.

Lost in perfecting the steps, you remained oblivious to Gayoung's observant gaze in the mirror. Her admiration was evident, captivated by your skill, the way you incorporated your hair into the choreography, and your overall elegance, giving off the vibe of a professional dancer. 

"We're going to step to the front in smaller groups to check for any details—any volunteers?" Gayoung asked, scanning the room. "It's not mandatory, but it can be really helpful if you're up for it." Without hesitation, you raised your hand, seeing Gayoung raising her eyebrows. "Come to the front. Anyone else?"

Another girl volunteered, and you made your way forward, the crowd making space for both of you—your legs trembled from a mix of dancing and nervousness. "One, two, three." She counted down, syncing with the music. While her attention should have been shared, Gayoung's focus remained predominantly on you—you were too impressive.

Your facial expressions made her nod in approval—smiling crookedly. As you finished the choreography, you struck a pose, hand on the hem of your pants, smiling with your chest rising and falling. "Good job!" Gayoung exclaimed, clapping.

You smiled, bowing to both the other girl and Gayoung. "Thank you, it means a lot."

Following the class, you headed home and excitedly shared the photos and videos you took, tagging Gayoung with the caption "First dance class :)"—never really expecting her to notice amidst her popularity after the show. To your surprise, after a few hours, you discovered that she not only liked your posts but also followed you. Just as you were about to happily share the news with your friends that Chocol had followed you, a direct message from her appeared in your Instagram inbox.

iamchocol: Hello, I just wanted to say you did such a great job! Can’t believe it was your first dance class

iamchocol: You’re such a good dancer, are you self-taught? 

y/n: hi! yes it was my first class :) i really admire you from swf2 !!

y/n: yeah, i’m self-taught hahaha thank you

iamchocol: Thank you!

iamchocol: I’m actually hosting another class in two days, I would love if you could come around

iamchocol: It’s a duet class

y/n: wow, a duet class?

y/n: but i don’t have any dancer friends :( 

iamchocol: You’re going to dance with me

iamchocol: Well, if you want to :) 

y/n: that would be such an honor :)

It was Friday, and as you made your way to the studio, you were even more nervous than last time. Upon entering, you noticed that Gayoung was already there, and you smiled at her. "Hello, nice to see you." You greeted her.

"Nice to see you too." She responded, drawing closer. "Since you're dancing with me, I'd like you to step to the front."

"But, don't I need to know the choreography first?" You giggled.

"It'll be easy for you; you'll catch on quickly." Gayoung assured, motioning for you to join her at the front of the class. "So come here."

As you stood beside Gayoung, the girls who were already in the class began whispering. When the time came, Gayoung explained the concept, insisting that everyone pair up. The moment the music started, you sighed nervously—it was a sultry, sexy song. Initially, the steps Gayoung went over seemed normal, almost basic hip-hop moves. However, as the duet segment began, the dance took an unexpected turn, it was touchy, yet the move that Gayoung was about to teach was going to change everything.

"So, the next step is this." Gayoung whispered, her voice close to your ear. "Bend down a bit for me." You complied, leaning your elbow against your knee, your back arching slightly. Gayoung's hands adjusted your body to the precise position she wanted. "After this, your partner should put their hand on your shoulder and turn around, moving their head from side to side, letting their hair flow, okay?"

Following her instructions, you executed the move. "Like this?" You asked, meeting her gaze, desperately trying to focus on the dance rather than the fact that you were dancing sexily with Gayoung. 

"Exactly, see, you got it." She responded. "If you're following the choreography as me, make sure your hands are on your partner—anywhere they're comfortable. It can be on their waist, back, hips." Gayoung placed her hands on your hips, and you caught a glimpse of your blushing face in the room's mirror—as Gayoung's back was turned to it, she could not see your reaction. "That's basically it. Let's go over it again!"

You nodded as Gayoung let you go and began reviewing the steps. Despite feeling comfortable with the routine, her hands on your hips during the final pose sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. While Gayoung seemed used to such interactions, you could not help but feel a nervous excitement.

"We're doing it one last time." She said, pointing at you and herself. "Then, one by one, every pair is coming to the front."

You nodded, and as the music filled the room, you danced with precision and made sure your facial expressions were playful. The moment you bend down, every dancer in the room cheered. Placing your hand on her shoulder, you winked, and she smiled, letting your hair flow to the music. After Gayoung's hands found their place on your hips, you moved them gracefully, holding the final pose for a few seconds after the music stopped.

Everyone clapped, and you nervously rested your face on Gayoung's shoulder, feeling her pat on your hips gently. "Good job, pretty." She praised.

You let out a breathy. "Thank you." You felt your entire face blush, as you heard her call you pretty. 

After each pair had their turn and people began to leave, you gathered your belongings, ready to leave. However, Gayoung stopped you, leaning against the door frame. "Hey."

“Hey, what happened?” You asked, nervously clutching your phone.

“I'll be honest, I think you're pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number.” Gayoung confessed, smiling at you. “I have your Instagram, but, you know, I get tons of messages, so I have my notifications turned off. I was hoping I could pay attention to you.”

Nervously, you bit your lip, finding it hard to believe. “Sure, give me your phone.” Taking her phone, you typed your number, handing it back to her. “Make sure you text me.” With a burst of confidence, you placed your hand on her shoulder and leaned closer. Gayoung looked at you, slightly raising her brow as you softly kissed her cheek. “I think you’re pretty too.”

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, you quickly left, avoiding eye contact. Meanwhile, Gayoung was left giggling and blushing—finding you adorable. “She’s going to be the death of me.” She whispered to herself before going back into the room.

#jo gayoung #chocol #chocol swf2 #wlw #street woman fighter 2

[gayoung-lover]

thank u sweetie 🥹

sorry for not being active 🥹 i have been sooo busy 😖😖

[gayoung-lover]

sorry for not being active 🥹 i have been sooo busy 😖😖

[gayoung-lover]

i had to go to my university today, though i am still on vacation bc of some student council thingy so i woke up early n now im so tired lord save me 💔😖

[gayoung-lover]

hug me, please? ๋࣭⭑ chocol

gayoung had gone on a business trip, leaving you alone within your home, longing for the warmth of her presence.

| wc: 650 🫶 | writing this made me realize how badly i want a kiss 🥹

Each sound from the outside sparked the hope it was Gayoung—after a week, this was the day she finally came home, a time that might seem brief, but for you—it felt like an eternity. While she was away on a business trip, she left you alone in your home—making the familiar space feel lonely. The jingle of keys reached your ears, and instantly, your heart quickened its pace, prompting an involuntary smile to appear on your face. As Gayoung stepped into your home, she gripped her suitcases firmly in both hands.

"Hi, honey." She greeted you with a smile, making her way to your bedroom, seemingly oblivious to your open hands that signaled a desire for a hug.

Following her, you stepped out of your shared room, leaning against the door frame. "Gayoung." You called her name—not using a pet name, slightly pouting. 

The older girl left her suitcases in a corner and settled onto the bed, immediately untying her shoelaces. Exhausted, she had forgotten to remove her shoes at the entrance. Peeking at you, she softly asked. "Yes?"

Choosing silence as a response, you mirrored her ignoring you. From the moment she entered your home, you craved her arms wrapping around your waist and the touch of her lips against yours, yet she appeared oblivious to your silent pleas—sighing, you crossed your arms. As Gayoung put on her slippers and turned around, a chuckle escaped her lips, noticing your attitude. 

"What's bothering you, baby?" She inquired, although she was well aware of the answer. "Talk to me, pretty." Gayoung said, patting the bed.

You did not move toward the bed. "What do you mean, 'what's wrong?' huh?" You retorted, locking eyes with Gayoung as she rose from the bed, heading in your direction.

Approaching you, she stood in front of you—smiling. As she flashed that pretty smile, the urge to hug her surged within you, but you resisted, wanting her to be the one to do it first. 

"Don't you want to talk about it?" She asked, tilting her head. "I'm not sure what you want." Gayoung lied, shrugging her shoulders. Yet, inside, she desired to kiss you, but she was curious to see how long you would maintain your act until surrendering.

Unsure whether she was teasing or sincere, you hesitated. "I want hugs and kisses." You admitted—a slight whine emphasizing your needs. It felt awkward to explicitly ask for these simple things, even after dating Gayoung for several years. "Please?"

"Really, baby?" She chuckled. "You do?"

You nodded, and she gently brushed your hair from your face, drawing closer. She planted a soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your jaw. "Stop playing around, Gayoung." You said, smiling like a fool. "Give me a kiss."

"Where?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. You pout your lips, gesturing with your fingers towards your lips. "Ah, I see." Gayoung replied, her voice teasing. 

Her lips grazed yours, and your cheeks instantly flushed a bright pink. Gayoung leaned in, pressing her lips firmly against yours—while her other hand wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer. Your hands found their place on her back, and in that kiss, you melted, enjoying the fulfillment of your week-long craving. As Gayoung pulled away, she giggled, planting another kiss on your lips—shorter but just as sweet.

"You've been really craving that, huh?" Gayoung teased, and you laughed. "I've been thinking about this all week, too." She confessed.

Closing the distance once more, Gayoung softly kissed you, pouring all her love into that simple gesture. You smiled against her lips, experiencing the same flutter in your stomach as you did during your first kiss, savoring every second of it. 

As you pulled apart, you smiled. "I love you so much." You said, staring at Gayoung's now red cheeks.

"I love you too, baby." She replied, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

#jo gayoung #chocol #chocol swf2 #chocol x reader #wlw #street woman fighter 2

[gayoung-lover]

i bought blue light glasses bc my semester is starting soon n my university major basically is me using my laptop like 8+ hours a day 😭 and i tested them while writing a fic n they work 🥹 my head doesn't hurt n my eyes didn't get tired 🫶

[gayoung-lover]

I'm soooo happy to find an account that loves chocol so much, I'm loving reading your fanfics please keep going!!

hehe i love her alooot 🫶 thank you so muchh 🥹 <333

[gayoung-lover]

your chocol writings got me twirling my hair and giggling skfksnfnsnfa so cute!!!

omgg that's to whole point (๑-﹏-๑) i am glad u enjoy them hehehe !! i be blushing while writing LOL

[gayoung-lover]

nothing to do w chocol but look at the necklace i got !! it's so pretty 🥹