#chocol

[diana-rose-25]

— Let's Dance

PART 2 - PART 3

Style Inspiration

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

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

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old 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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[yveslogy]

masterlist

genres:

fluff (🧸) angst (🩹) smut (🫦)

CHOCOL:

WON JI-AN:

Chasing Shadows (🧸+ 🩹)

Vanilla & Danger (🫦)

Finding Light (🧸)

All along, baby (🩹+🧸)

Making It Up to You ( mild 🩹+ 🧸)

Ghost of You (🩹)

[haechocol]

PLEASE GIVE WOLF'LO REQUESTS (POGANDA TRIO)

hi guys!! sorry for not being active, i forgot about this blog i'm not even going to lie but thank you for the people who requested kyoka x reader BUT i want to finish watching all the episodes of wswf and get to know her more before i write those SO IF ANYONE HAS ANY SFW OR NSFW REQEUSTS FOR WOLF'LO (mostly poganda trio (chocol, haechi, yeni cho)) PLEASE SEND THEM OVER I WILL MOST LIKELY WRITE THEM ASAP THANK YOU AND GOODBYE LOVE YOU ALL MWAH

[phoxey]

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

Chocol x fem!reader

CW: none :) this is purest pure little fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„I love you.“, you whispered.

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

Grinning you shook your head and pushed her playfully.

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

********

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

[gayoung-lover]

naive ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol

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

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

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

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

bada<3: i’m outside [10:34p.m.]

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

y/n: okayyy, i’m coming [10:35p.m.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Having fun?" Bada asked with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: text you later!!  [5:12 a.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: i did sleep well  [1:24 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: i’ll wait for you :) [1:27 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: tell me  [5:34 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: gotta text her  [10:25 p.m]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?" Gayoung asked, leaning in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your type?" She questioned.

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

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

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

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

"Sure, doll." She responded.

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

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

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

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

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

"What movie did you pick?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, pretty." She smiled.

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

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

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

[b1ackbunny]

❦ 𝐁1𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄-𝗂𝗇-𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗆𝖾 😭

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌: 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐! (𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇)

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖿!! 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍!

𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐/ 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼𝗌)

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𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖡𝖠𝖣𝖠 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. #𝖣𝖳𝖡4𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 (𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾)

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤𝖱

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

chapters: 00, 01, 02, 03, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖣1 𝖲𝖨𝖬𝖯

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖱 𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸 𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖦

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖧 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖬𝖸𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝖶𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧 (𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖲𝖮𝖶𝖮𝖤𝖭 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖧𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 (𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐆𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖢𝖮𝖫 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦

02. 𝖢𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞-𝐣𝐢)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖢𝖧𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖢𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖤

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐢 (𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 (𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐍𝐨𝐳𝐞 (𝐍𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐞)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖭𝖮𝖹𝖤 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖡𝖮𝖡 𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖪𝖤𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

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[diana-rose25]

— Let's Dance

TEASER!

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

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

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

"They're the last one to enter."

"This crew is intimidating."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's Dance!"

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