「 Sweet Treat 」
l. bada x f ! reader ✎𓂃 Bada's leading the National Korean Women's soccer team, and their newbie, Nakyoung, has two famous sisters. One Bada has a tiny crush on.
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author's note ! I know, I know. IT'S BEEN SO LONG. I honestly posted this one on a whim after finishing it tonight. I HAVE LIKE TWO WEEKS LEFT OF SCHOOL and I swear im gonna write more bc I have so many fic planned out and started. BUT how about a small fic for the og wife 🤭. ALSO don't mind the blog and aesthetic changes ok-
The large soccer field practically shimmered beneath the harsh afternoon sun, the kind of weather the players had long grown used to. From a distance, Bada stood sipping from her water bottle, eyes tracking the ball as it was kicked between teammates.
“They’ve been working real hard these past few days,” came a voice from her right. She glanced over to see the coach, arms crossed, watching them as well.
“Well, you were a little harder on them last week,” Bada pointed out with a half-smile, hoping to earn a laugh. “They’ve been coming in extra sore ever since.”
The coach just scoffed, still disappointed in the team after last week. “Maybe if they didn’t spend every other night partying.”
“C’mon, Coach. Cut them some slack. We finished one of our toughest matches not long ago,” Bada tried again, her voice easy, but the older woman just gave her a look.
“You did. But I didn’t hear anything about you going out after. So at least someone still has their priorities straight.”
A frustrated sigh followed. “At least the new girl wasn’t as bad,” the coach muttered under her breath.
Bada set her bottle down and jogged back toward the field, calling over her shoulder, “She’s not one to give in to peer pressure!”
The coach’s laugh was low and amused behind her.
“Was she complaining about us again?” Lusher asked between heavy breaths, collapsing beside you as practice eased up for a moment.
“Yeah. Nothing new,” Bada replied with a shrug.
“I don’t get why she acts like we party every night,” Tatter chimed in, trying to steady her breathing as she stepped beside them.
“Because you were,” Bada said flatly, earning synchronized eye-rolls from her best friends.
“We stopped, though!” they both shouted at the same time, their matching tones causing Bada to snort—and the coach to shoot them a glare from across the field.
“Fifteen-minute break, everyone! I’ve got a phone call,” the coach shouted before jogging off the turf.
The team quickly scattered, many plopping down on the grass with heavy sighs, a few even lying flat on their backs. Bada made her way to her bag, unwrapping a piece of candy and popping it into her mouth. The sugar melted quickly on her tongue, and she hummed at the sweet flavor. She had a soft spot for sweets—it was her favorite little way to calm down.
But as she turned to rejoin the group, her eyes landed on someone unfamiliar approaching the field.
A smaller figure walked across the grass, face mostly hidden behind sunglasses, a black mask, and a cap pulled low. It was suspicious enough to make Bada squint.
“Uh… can I help you?”
“You actually can,” you replied, voice a bit muffled by the mask. “I’m trying to give this to my sister—she left it at home this morning.”
You raised the large water bottle like a peace offering. Bada blinked, trying to piece together the situation while glancing around for context.
“Who’s your sister?”
“Nakyoung.”
Bada’s expression changed in an instant. “Oh.” She turned around and yelled, “Kyoung-ie! Your sister brought your water bottle!”
Nakyoung perked up at once, leaping to her feet. “Unnie!” she called out, practically skipping over to you.
“I can’t believe you came all the way here just to bring this,” she panted, taking the bottle from you with both hands.
“I couldn’t let my dear baby sister pass out from thirst, could I?” you teased, pulling down your mask and sliding your sunglasses to the top of your hat.
Bada froze.
Her eyes widened like she’d just seen a ghost. Or more accurately, a celebrity she never expected to find at a soccer field in Seoul.
Was that—was that Kim Y/n?
Not that it was rare to spot an idol in the city, but you had made such a name for yourself overseas that people barely expected you to still be in Korea, let alone casually show up like this.
“Wait—you’re her sister?!?” Bada practically yelled, voice pitching with disbelief.
“Uhm, yeah?” you said, a little amused by her expression. “You didn’t tell them?” you asked your sister, giving her a look like she’d lost her mind.
Before Nakyoung could respond, Xinyu came barreling toward you, eyes wide with excitement. “Wait! I’m a huge fan!” she gasped, grabbing your hand and shaking it furiously. “Can I get an autograph?”
As Bada watched the interaction, her brain started connecting dots she hadn’t even known existed.
She looked from Nakyoung… to you… then back again.
“Hold on. BIBI is your sister too?!”
You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, her shock way too genuine not to find funny.
Nakyoung grinned proudly. “I have the coolest sisters ever!”
“That she does,” came a new voice. You turned your head to see Lusher and Tatter walking over. Tatter reached out, gently patting your sister on the head, a soft smile on her face. “You’re so lucky.”
You glance at the time on your phone and sigh, tugging Nakyoung gently by the sleeve. “Alright, little one, I’ve gotta bounce. This pit stop was just lucky timing—I have a shoot in Gangnam in, like, an hour.”
Nakyoung’s face drops a little. “Already?” She pouts, clutching her water bottle like it were her emotional support plushie. “But wait—wait! You should come to my game this weekend!”
You raise a brow. “Game?”
“It’s a home game! Coach said it’s important, and you’re always working, but… it would be really cool if you could come,” Nakyoung says with a hopeful smile. “Hyungseo-unnie can come too!”
Now that makes you pause.
You tilt your head, pretending to think, though the sight of your youngest sister looking that excited already has you caving. “Alright,” you smirk, “I’ll clear the day. I’ll even drag her out of the studio. You know how she is, always keeping herself busy these days.”
Nakyoung cheers, throwing her arms around your waist in a quick hug. As you're hugging her back, your gaze lifts and meets Bada’s again. She’s still standing there, awkwardly polite, still lowkey starstruck, and you can’t help but smile.
“Thanks, by the way,” you say, addressing the taller girl directly. “For looking out for her. I know she’s a pain sometimes, but she really talks about you a lot. Said you helped her with training the other day?”
Bada’s caught off guard—again. She straightens up a little, rubbing the back of her neck. “Oh—uh, yeah. Just some footwork drills. She’s a fast learner.”
“She better be,” you chuckle. “But really… thanks. Let’s me know she’s in good hands.” You shoot her a sincere smile before turning to Nakyoung and ruffling her hair. “Alright, I’m off. Don’t slack off just because you saw my pretty face today, yeah?”
You throw a wave to the rest of the girls nearby and walk off with a casual coolness, your mask pulled back up and sunglasses sliding into place. The moment you're gone, Bada’s still frozen in place, staring at the spot where you’d just been like she’d seen a ghost—or, more accurately, a goddess.
“Dude…” Lusher walks over, blinking at her. “Did you short-circuit?”
“She definitely short-circuited,” Tatter joins in, nudging Bada’s side with a knowing grin.
“I’m fine,” Bada mutters, but she doesn’t sound too convincing. Her ears are red, and she’s still gripping the wrapping of her candy like it were a stress ball.
“You sure?” Lusher singsongs. “Because it kinda looked like you were about to faint when she thanked you. Should we call the medic?”
“I said I’m fine,” Bada repeats, shaking herself out of the daze before letting out a small breath. “I just… I wanna win this weekend.”
That earns a pause from both Lusher and Tatter. Then the teasing practically writes itself.
“Win in front of her,” Tatter repeats, eyebrows raised high. “Or win her over?”
“Ohhh, that’s what it is,” Lusher snaps her fingers. “You’re trying to score off the field, too.”
“Would you two shut up?” Bada groans, shoving them lightly, but she’s smiling—helplessly, hopelessly smiling. “She’s a gorgeous human, okay? Might as well show off a little.”
Tatter grins. “So you admit it?”
“I’m not saying anything else,” Bada mutters, but her friends are already giggling, and she doesn’t even try to stop them. Not this time.
After all, you weren’t standing in front of her anymore, so admitting it out loud didn’t feel that terrifying.
Well, maybe Bada spoke too soon. Games like this always felt a little terrifying, AND it’s in front of you?
She almost wanted to curse herself for jinxing the feeling from a few days ago.
The game had already started by the time you and Bibi arrived. Both of you had your masks on, hoods up, hats low—though yours still let a few strands of hair slip out, letting people guess if they stared long enough. But no one was really looking. All eyes were on the field.
Bibi leaned back against the stadium bleachers, legs crossed, arms folded under her hoodie. “You think she’s nervous?”
“Nakyoung? Probably more focused than nervous,” you said with a small grin, scanning the field until you found the familiar headband she always wore during games. “This is her thing.”
And it was. Nakyoung was quick on her feet—literally. It was already the third quarter, and the score was 4-1, her team holding the lead, but not without a fight. The opposing team was hungry, intense, and nearly caught up during the second quarter. Every play felt faster than the last.
But it was Nakyoung’s next move that got the crowd to hold their breath.
She had intercepted a risky pass near midfield, and in one clean, confident motion, she turned, dribbled past two defenders, and launched the ball forward with a low, sharp cross—right into Tatter’s path. Tatter didn’t even hesitate. One touch, bottom right corner.
Goal.
The crowd roared. Tatter’s fist pumped toward the sky, and Nakyoung threw her arms around her teammate in celebration. Her face lit up with a wide, blinding grin as she turned toward the stands—and spotted you.
She waved with both arms, full body rocking side to side like a kindergartener on sugar. You laughed under your mask, nudging Bibi. “God, she’s such a dork.”
“She’s our dork,” Bibi murmured, barely looking up. “She’s grown, though. That pass? Clean.”
“She’s been practicing with Bada,” you said. “It shows.”
And as if summoned, Bada’s gaze flicked to the bleachers too, searching—until it landed on you. You waved, subtle but enough for her to know you saw her. Her eyes widened for a second, then softened.
Back on the field, the energy had changed, and the game was quickly picking up its pace. The other team was pushing harder now, forcing Bada’s team to play smart. No mistakes were allowed.
When the whistle blew to signal the end of the third quarter, the players jogged off to the sidelines. Water bottles were passed around, and coaches spoke in clipped, sharp tones.
But Bada? Bada was quiet, towel slung over her shoulders, one knee up on the bench as she stared out at the field like she was solving an equation.
Lusher nudged her. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Bada said, almost in a daze. “I’ve got something.”
The coach raised a brow when Bada slid into the huddle with a plan, scribbling something quick on the whiteboard. No one questioned her. She was the star player and their captain for a reason.
So then it marked the final quarter, and the fans were on edge. The opposing team got more physical, more aggressive. It was a miracle they didn’t get a card for that slide tackle. But Bada stayed calm and waited for her moment.
Then it came. A slight misstep from the other team, and Bada took the chance.
She stole the ball just past midfield and sprinted, weaving past defenders like they were cones. One fake after another, then following up with a spin that left the last girl reaching for nothing but air. And then—
From what looked like an impossible angle just outside the box, she shot.
It curved, kissed the top crossbar, and dipped straight into the back of the net. The whistle shrieked, with the crowd exploding at the insane goal.
Bada just stood there for a moment, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her jawline. Her teammates swarmed her, but her eyes drifted to the stands again.
You were already on your feet, clapping like crazy.
Bibi didn’t show much emotion, but even she looked mildly impressed. “Okay. That was sick.”
“She’s showing off,” you murmured under your breath, the edge of your mask twitching into a grin.
The players hit the locker rooms after, the field slowly clearing out. You leaned against the chain-link fence with Bibi beside you, both of you waiting.
“I thought we were meeting her at the front,” Bibi said, glancing at her phone.
“She asked me to meet her here,” you replied, eyes still scanning. “She’ll come out the back with her team.”
You didn’t have to wait long, but Bibi said she’d rather wait in the car instead.
Bada was the first one out, hair damp and messy from the quick shower, jersey traded out for a plain oversized hoodie. What caught your eye wasn’t even the clothes—it was the lollipop she was sucking on.
She slowed when she saw you, hand slipping the candy from her mouth as she approached.
“Are you out here waiting for me?” she asked, teasing, though her tone was soft.
“Not you,” you deadpanned, nodding behind her. “Nakyoung. But hey, congrats on the game. That last goal was disgusting.”
Bada laughed, the nervous kind that edged on shy. “Disgusting in a good way, right?”
“The best way,” you said, eyes catching on the lollipop in her hand. “Is that… is that lemon-mint?”
Her brows raised. “Yeah—how’d you know?”
“It’s my favorite.”
Bada blinked like she was processing that you were a real person with things like preferences. Then she held the candy in her mouth and dug into her duffle bag without a word, giving you a fresh, unopened lollipop. “Take it.”
You caught it easily, smiling behind your mask. “Bribing me with candy?”
“Maybe,” she said, then hesitated—just for a second. Then she added, “Actually…”
She stepped a little closer, close enough that you could smell the scent of her freshly sprayed perfume, even with the strong peppermint scent of the lollipop she wasn’t currently eating.
“I know you’re busy. And probably surrounded by people all the time. But…” Bada shifted the lollipop to the other hand. “Do you wanna go out sometime?”
Your heart definitely stuttered at that.
You blinked, caught off guard, not by the question itself, but the way she asked it—so chill, but you could tell it took a lot to say it out loud. There was no cockiness behind it, just quiet hope.
You pulled your mask down slightly so she could see your smile. “That was smooth. You rehearsed that?”
“Only, like… for the past few days,” she admitted with a breathy laugh.
“Well…” You glanced down at the lollipop in your hand, twirling it once between your fingers before looking back up at her. “Guess I kinda have to say yes. Would be rude not to after getting free candy.”
Bada’s face lit up like she just scored again.
“I’ll text Nakyoung,” you added. “She’ll probably scream.”
“Honestly,” Bada said, popping the lollipop back in her mouth and grinning around it, “I would too.”
