✧ warning(s) : quite heated making out, reader being jealous, suggestive dancing, age gap, pet name (doll, love)
✧ summary : You got invited in the show street woman fighter 2 since you are a dancer in the selected crew, Wolflo. You didn’t expect to have so many emotions during your journey, some pleasing other not, along with some truths being revealed.
✧ words : 5.1k
✧ a/n : Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes English isn’t my first language</3
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Today was the big day. You and your team, Wolflo, were fortunate enough to be selected to participate in a dance competition tv show broadcasted internationally, and today was the first day of the recording.
No need to say you were basically screaming hysterically when your crew leader, Halo, revealed the fantastic news to everyone. You felt like all this hard work and passion was finally paying off and you swore you had tears building up in your eyes when she told the team that you were invited to the show. Your heart swelled from pride and excitement.
Currently, you are apprehensively making your way in the intimidating silver building mentally supported by your crew at your sides. The tall structure stood proud along the others opponents as it was displaying a big “Mnet” sign at the very top of it, the name of the production company.
You are surprisingly nervous, your breath is caught in your throat as your heart palpitates too fast for your own good. You don’t even recognise yourself, you are normally self assured and cool-minded during important events. Apparently doing a dance tv show was your limit. How could you not ? You will meet several dance legends and be watched by millions of people worldwide, you have the right to be scared, honestly you think everyone is.
You let Halo asks the directions at the front desk as you carefully analyse the plain but chic interior while crossing your arms and bouncing your leg up and down. Haechi seems to notice your nervous state, she smiles tenderly, amused by your nervous behaviour and passes an arm around your shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous Y/n.” She whispers softly to you with a soft smile displayed on her kind face. Haechi is like a big sister to you, she has seen you through tears and laughters and she was, and still is, always by your side. You firmly intend to keep it that way forever.
Sadly, it was loud enough for Chocol to catch it. “Aw is Y/n scared of cameras ? Don’t worry just be pretty as you always are doll.” She coos sarcastically while leaning towards you. “As if.” You sheepishly smile despite you and roll your eyes, quickly uncrossing your arms.
Chocol was also one of your dearest friend. She loved to tease you unconditionally, which earned you some blushes and brain freeze moments. You could not lie this woman is charming and gorgeous and you swear that one day she will be the death of you one way or another.
You silently follow your team as you head towards your crew’s dressing room with Haechi’s arm still around you protectively while everyone is laughing warmly and chattering about what could be coming.
Halo opens the door of your lodge and you hear your friends gasp in awe at the sight of the place. Since you are behind your friend group and can’t see, you quickly shove the elders away, as you like to call them affectionately, to take a glimpse of the room. Your face lights up in happiness at the view of the personalised room. “It’s so cool !” Haechi exclaims detaching herself from you to explore the cosy place further.
Chocol almost immediately replaces Haechi’s previous position. She carefully leans her head into yours and her arm tightly envelopes your frame. “I like it.” She comments, her captivating brown eyes observe the overly paprika space in deep thoughts. “Me too..” You almost inaudibly utter, however your eyes were not focused on the area, but rather on the attractive woman by your side. The way she is touching your waist with her cold slender fingers, how her shampoo fills your nostrils with this delicate floral scent only her could own.
You were disturbed by her, and it was not new to anyone. You were aware of your relatively new feelings for her for a few months now. You told Haechi and she thought you were pulling a prank on her at first. That’s how bad it is..
The thing is, there is quite an age gap between you two, with you being Wolflo’s maknae and her being in her 30’s. Also the fact that she was acting like a big sister to you, or rather from her point of view. What could seems harmless to her like teasing only you specifically, caring for you and complimenting you, from your perception, made you fall even harder for her.
You know she does not take you seriously, you even doubt the fact that she sees you as a woman at all in fact, but a part of you hope that one day she’ll realise how mature and beautiful you truly are.
Time passes and the screen in the orange dressing room suddenly lights up indicating that it’s finally your turn to go in the “fight zone” as the production called it. A few days ago, you had to react to the participants and tell your opinion on each crew and its members. Today was the day you will all face each other and know how the other dancers see you.
You can’t lie you were kind of anxious at what people could say about you. Compared to your crew you had a different.. Vibe. You love to dance to kpop and sexy choreographies whereas the others despise it. Except Mini, who will gladly do a tiktok with you for a kpop challenge, you love her for that !
At first, you opted for ballet, which you didn’t really like but your mom absolutely wanted you to dance. Your remains of ballet made you the “acrobat” of the crew, every time there is a move that require agility your job is to do it, which you gladly execute, split, bending, arching, and so on, you love techniques.
No matter what, you definitely look apart from them as if you were a puppy that Halo picked up from the side of the road. You definitely have some flow otherwise you wouldn’t be in Wolflo, but you surely don’t look like you do. With your tight clothes and pastel colours you look rather different.
You stand up from the couch, take a long deep breath and make your way to the fight zone with your team following your leader.
Your eyes shot open as you observe your surroundings, the place was gigantic. You take a look at your right only to see a pit downstairs with rows and a few heads trying their best to take a peek at your upcoming team. You huff out some air to regain your composure and try your best to act nonchalant about it.
As your crew is going downstairs coldly with a heavy aura, you could hear whispers and remarks flying through the arena. “Huh ? Cherry is so pretty !” You manage to hear as you pass by the teal coloured team, Bebe. You glance quickly at the author of this comment, a girl with blonde hair and from her name badge, a piece of paper hanging on her top, the girl’s name is Tatter.
Cherry was your artist name. You chose it because you tough cherries were elegant and dark but beautiful and cute at the same time, they were truly as polyvalent as you.
“She looks like a princess with her knights or an idol with her bodyguards.” Capri from the group Ladybounce notices to her friends, amused by the contrast between you and the other members.
You don’t even have the time to go to your assigned seats when a video suddenly appears on the big screen at the top of the room, taking you all by surprise. The crew evaluation video.
You turn your heels, fully facing the screen. The video starts and you see two girls from the purple crew, Ladybounce. The one with a long blonde bob and gorgeous lips painted a dark colour reacts excitedly with her ginger friend when she hears about Baby Sleek’s appearance in the show. The eldest woman giggles at the cute groupie-like reaction from the two.
It’s true that Baby Sleek is a legend in the dance community, her battles are iconic and smooth and she flows like water on the dance floor.
“This group is terrifying !” A girl with a hime cut brings her hand to her mouth as she looks at the revealed crew in astonishment. “I would never ever dare messing with them.” Another girl from the same crew with an insane face card states uneasy. The groups all react in heartfelt laughters at the poor terrified girls as they both blush in embarrassment.
“This team is all aces..” Someone with pink hair from the leafy green group DeepNDap praises. Your crew feel their hearts swelling up in pride, deeply touched. “But.. Isn’t Cherry out of place ?” The girl finishes her deadly sentence turning to her teammates snorting.
Your former laughter allows your mouth to freeze open in an baffled grin. You expected this to be honest but it still hurts especially with the mocking laugh of the girl who just sounds like those rude popular girls in American series.
Mini defends you “She is in the right place don’t worry !” She shouts from the centre of the room to DeepNDap, offended for you and feeling protective over the youngest member. Chocol also glares at the bubblegum haired girl menacingly, she didn’t like when other people annoyed you, only her could, especially if they just do it to be mean.
“To be honest I think they are over-dated.” The leader from the previous group adds. “Yeah, their dance style is too old.” A girl with bangs and long black hair agrees with her.
Halo scoffs “They don’t even know the difference between old and classic..”. You turn to her and smile in a reassuring way. It’s true that to the unknowing eyes your dance style could be seen as boring or repetitive, but in reality, it is smooth and impressive, truly an unbeatable dance style. People often take it back once they see the fierce battler of your team, Baby sleek floating on the dance floor with wavy but precise movements, killing her opponents with an impeccable flow.
“I can’t help but feel as if Cherry isn’t experienced enough for this team, she doesn’t have their flow when she dances.” A girl with blonde hair from the sunny yellow crew Manequeen declares with mixed feelings.
You nod firmly in acknowledgment forcing the corner of your mouth downwards as you shut your lips tightly. You knew this wouldn’t be easy yet you still suffer from it.
The screen turns off, you don’t wait a second to unconsciously bolt to your seat. The harsh critics of the other participants apparently affected you more than you thought as your crew watches you go, or more like escape, hurriedly. Honestly, you couldn’t bear the thought of being the centre of attention in the middle of the room in such a vulnerable state, which explains your sudden leave.
Your crew soon seats next to you and all of them stay oddly still, everyone a bit shocked at the severe commentaries. All of you are strong women, a few mean comments surely couldn’t bring your mood down this much. You all expected it but despite it, it seems that it significantly affected you more than you thought it would as a deep silence lives in the tense atmosphere.
After yours, only one group remained in the hall, the renowned Jam Republic. The group wasn’t an exception to the rule despite their popularity and the anticipation dancers have from them as they faced vivid criticism and one of their dancer even got the most no-respect votes of all participants.
After their evaluation video, the presenter joins you with his note cards. You take a deep breath as the apprehension settles in. “Hello and welcome to Mnet’s official dance serie, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your host King Daniel.” The man starts almost solemnly and the crowd cheers, excited by the upcoming trial.
“We will immediately start with the no respect battle. The first dancer is.. 1Million Redy !” He exclaims energetically.
A girl with a beanie and a hime cut, the same one that you saw in the video, approaches the dance area confidently.
She teases her opponent, choosing to face the leader of Bebe, Bada, a tall girl shining with such confidence and charisma that it is scary. You wonder if she has a death wish.
As the dance battle begins, your group’s spirit brightens up, you take part in the animated tone of the room, cheering in awe at every technique or impressive move that the dancer does.
The host counts down and the music changes, indicating Bada’s turn. You can’t help but stop breathing at every move from the woman, her skills are literally breathtaking and she makes the song fits her so well with powerful motions and merciless teasing hips thrusts.
The battle settles with a win for team Bebe with 3 votes for the cool leader, bringing her head downward and nodding in acknowledgement modestly despite her fervent battle.
“Well that was one hell of a start !” Yeni, your friend, exclaims with an astonished expression on her face, brows raised and mouth wide open. She is right, if this is just the start you can’t wait but expect a high level for the next battles.
“You’re so right, it’s gonna be a fun season ! Bada is so cool.” You agree with your teammate with your eyes shaping like crescent as you smile excitedly. “I’m better.” Chocol shrugs indifferent, her gaze not leaving the dance-floor. You slightly hit her with your elbow, harbouring a knowing smirk on your face, rather amused by your friend’s competitive side. Chocol can’t help but feel reassured seeing you smile, she was grateful that the video didn’t affect you too much.
Battles passed, your throat was dry from all the screaming, especially draining it when it was your teammates’ turn, Mini, Yeni and Haechi. Mini won madly against team Tsubakill’s leader and your other friends also did. You were ecstatic as you take in the win streak on your team board.
“The next dancer is Manequeen Buckey.” The presenter announces. A girl with blond hair moves forwards confidently and takes the mic from the previous man.
“My no respect dancer is..” She walks even further, progressing to your row side. “Wolflo Cherry.” She looks directly at your with fierce eyes, you could tell that she thinks she is assured to beat you. No matter what, you giggle, positively apprehensive at your first battle.
You team pats you on the back as your walk down the few steps. “Buckey why did you choose Cherry as your no respect dancer ?” The host asks. “I can tell that her level isn’t high enough, I’m not impressed.” She retorts almost immediately. You hear a few gasps and snorts from the simple but rough feedback.
You nod at the attack “I wish you good luck because as I can see from your current team board, you will need it.” You simply states before walking back, positioning yourself. Buckey quickly looks back at her board, full of lose labels, feeling quite ashamed at the unfortunately true fact that you called out. Chocol smirks, proud of your reply while your team, along with the audience, all gasp at the boldness coming from the youngest member.
After a turn of spin the bottle, Buckey is finally decided to be the first one to start. A powerful song starts and you watch her do messy but strong movements, noticing that her specialty is probably krumping which is a genre of hiphop. Great, at least you will beat her at her own game. With your knowledge of hiphop, you could tell that she is lacking some energy for this dance style.
The song fades and another starts ‘Tomboy’ by Destiny Rogers. You smirk, this is the perfect song for you, it will totally illustrate the contrast between your hiphop moves and ballet techniques.
(Inspiration dance to help you visualise, if you can’t watch it, video is at the end of the post!!)
You begin the dance by walking up slowly, eyes fixated to your opponent which only intensifies the deep tone of your dance. You do ballet spins (instead of shaking your hair if you’ve seen the video) and cut them abruptly by precise movements flowing onto the melody of the music.
You audaciously mix classic hiphop and ballet, the what others could think opposite actually in harmony with the airy movements of classic hiphop in synergy with the lightweight ballet ones.
Your team cheers at you almost madly, eyes blown open at every seductive move that you manage to squeeze in.
Chocol’s jaw hangs low, blown away by your boldness, sure she knew that you were an extremely talented dancer and that your combination of style were your strength but she never saw you like this. Wild hair from your spins and twirls, fierce eyes wanting nothing but the win, strong gaze filled with determination, a thin layer of sweat from your passionate dancing and clothes ruffled from all the shuffling. It is as if she sees you in a new light.
She almost scolds her eyes for not being able to detach from you. She gulps as she watches you blowing a final kiss to Buckey, almost wishing that you blowed it to her instead. She takes a deep breath while trying to regain her composure, surely what happened was because of the heat of the moment, nothing more.
You stand in the middle of the room, next to Buckey, you were confident that you could win and sincerely hoped that you did as you put everything into this battle.
“Judges, open your cards.” You bite your lips in anticipation of the results, what you didn’t see was a certain orange haired hiphop dancer side eyeing your act in agitation.
The 3 judges all reveal an orange card with your team name on it, indicating that you won 3-0. You grin brightly, proud that you didn’t disadvantage your team with a loss and broke the streak. Moreover, you showed everyone that you earned your place in Wolflo and that you are worthy of this team.
“Congratulations Y/n, I knew you killed it !” Haechi hugs you. Chocol can’t help but frown slightly, was Haechi always this close to you ? If something happened between you two she surely would have seen it, right ?
She takes a step forward, bringing her figure closer to yours. “You were..” She can’t seem to find the right words as you look at her with such shiny eyes, expectingly waiting for her next words. “Amazing.” Chocol finishes bluntly. She wanted to say that you were breathtaking, exceptional, mesmerising even, but the words were stuck in her throat as nervousness built up upon her. Instead she chose such ordinary words to untruthfully describe how your performance made her feel.
“Thank you Chocol.” You blush at the compliment from the woman you like and Haechi rolls her eyes playfully, knowing that you probably forgot that she was here as you always do when Chocol talks to you.
Chocol ruffles your hair before leaving to talk to Halo and you can’t help but be disappointed at this gesture that makes you feel like nothing but her little sister or a friend, and you wanted nothing to do with these two roles with her.
After your battle, there is a 15 minutes break for you all to regain your energy. You will gladly take it considering that you feel as if your battle sucked the vital energy out of you.
During this time, Chocol tries to forget how she felt during your battle. She agrees with herself that it was weird but with a shook of her head she brushes it off. She probably got distracted seeing a beautiful woman dancing sensually, honestly she thinks anyone could understand that, that’s all.
After what felt like a 5 minutes pause, you go back to the fight zone, your team more determined than anything to keep winning battles.
A good amount of battles passed without nobody choosing you as their no respect dancer, you sheepishly wish to think that your performance have dissuaded them.
Finally, a woman with curly two toned hair and a tight black and white ensemble from team Tsubakill, Sayaka, chooses Chocol as her no respect dancer. You remember her for sexy choreographies and suddenly start to sweat as you imagine Chocol seeing it on the first row.
Chocol is the first one to start. You are immediately immersed in her dance, her skilful moves showing the older woman’s years of experience with no doubt. You shout loudly as she even executes a breakdance technique. You’ve never thought that battles could be so thrilling but here you are with goosebumps on the back of your neck and pupils dilated in awe.
“Close your mouth you’re gonna drool on the floor.” Haechi whispers in your ear, suppressing a giggle. You immediately turn your head to the tall curly haired girl and hit her slightly on her side. “Shut up.” You mutter bashful, eyes going back to Chocol as quickly as they left her.
The host counts down and it is now Sayaka’s turn to battle. She starts off strongly, walking energetically with big steps and suddenly bending literally right in front of Chocol, her butt stuck on the previous woman.
If your jaw could fall to the ground, at that moment it would have. Your mouth is wide open with an horrified expression on your face. What you thought would only be a silly exaggeration of your mind of the worst case scenario actually happened in real life and you feel like screaming in despair.
You feel an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach noticing Chocol furrowing her eyebrows and puffing her cheeks like she couldn’t handle all that. Could you blame her ? No. She wasn’t yours and now at least it proves that she can react to suggestive dancing, just not yours. How you wish she could look at you with this much admiration and lust.
Little did you know that since your performance, Chocol’s feelings are growing for you troublingly quickly. But if she was being honest, she tried to shut them down at all cost for a while now.
In reality, the woman is feeling ashamed of crushing on their youngest member. Those emotions were here since months and are only now finally revealing themselves. Poor Chocol is not able to control her heart’s desires despite her trying her hardest.
But how could she resist you when you are so nice to everyone, always dance with such passion and look so good in each of your carefully thought outfits.
For now, you try your best to put on a neutral face by clenching your fists tightly. You know that if you show a hurt expression, people would be asking questions, including Chocol.
It is now time to reveal the score “Judges, open your card.”. The judges reveal 3 orange cards. You force yourself to plaster a joyful expression on your face even with your shambled heart. You are grateful of the judges’ results for your team and are so proud of Chocol of course, but you sadly didn’t have the heart to smile spontaneously despite the happy occasion.
They announce a second pause after Chocol and Sayaka’s battle and you rush to your lodge, you are not able to handle seeing Chocol and Sayaka’s interact in front of you. If they did, you would rather not know and stay alone in ignorance.
Chocol shy smiles fades slightly as she observes you step out of the hall in a hurry. You didn’t even congratulate her which makes her quite disappointed but no matter what, it is unusual of you. She automatically follows your pace to check on you.
Because it is the second pause and that they didn’t have time in the first one, dancers from different groups are conversing, getting to know each other. That’s why Bada takes a step forward and opens her mouth to greet you but in your trance, you don’t even notice her, dark eyes fixated ahead. She immediately closes her mouth with a confused face. Chocol watches the scene unfolds from behind you and if she wasn’t so worried about you, she would have snorted.
You close the orange dressing room bitterly and fall onto the couch. You wrap your arms around your legs and lower your head on your knees making yourself as small as possible. Because that’s what you feel at this moment, miserable and pitiful. You don’t even want to cry because you knew from the start that it was hopeless and that Chocol could never see you as nothing more than a good friend. Yet, you still hoped until today.
Chocol hesitantly opens the door of your dressing room, she witnesses you rolled up in a ball on the couch and her heart breaks at the sight. She slowly makes her way next to you and wraps an arm around your waist carefully “What’s wrong love ?”.
You lift up your head, startled by the gentle arm around you and the voice of someone you know too well. “Chocol ?” You say unsure of the reason behind her presence, you were too engrossed in your melancholic thoughts that you didn’t even notice her coming in. “That’s me love.” She answers sweetly and gazes at you with such tenderness that you almost forget why you were even sad in the first place.
“Why are you here ?” You mutter. “I should be the one asking you this. I only followed you because I was worried.” She responds softly. “You were ?” She nods strongly with furrowed eyebrows wondering how could you even imagine the opposite. You rest your back against the backrest as you untangle your limbs, naturally relaxing in her presence.
“Why did you leave ?” She delicately takes your hand to comfort you and you melt at the gesture. Only her could make you feel this way. “Shouldn’t you be busy talking with Sayaka ?” You answer her question with another one. “What does it have to do with this ? Why should I be talking to her ? We only battled.” She explains, perplexed by what you could be thinking.
You sigh, this is ridiculous. You will finally say what you have to say, tell how you feel because obviously this hint game is conducting you nowhere. You turn to face her “Look, when I saw you reacting to Sayaka’s dance.. I-”, you take a deep breath in as Chocol displays a serious look on her face, fully listening to what you have to say. “I got jealous. No, I got more than jealous, I got heartbroken.” You finally reveal.
“Because, I like you Chocol, so much and you always treat me like your friend or worst your sister.” You lower your head, not wanting to see the reaction of the woman before you. “I want you to see me as the woman that I am. Because I can be sexy and mature like any other woman your age. I want you to like me just like you like them.” You almost plead in despair.
Chocol slightly squeezes your hand that is still locked with hers “Y/n look at me.”. You shut your eyes tightly before raising your head and finally seeing her gentle gaze. Which reassures you a bit, at least she is not disgusted or angry at you.
“I could never like you like these women.” You exhale shakily at this revelation but she is quick to clarify. “Because I don’t. No matter how pretty they are or how sensually they can dance, I could never like them. Because I like you Y/n, a lot.” She admits and her pretty cheeks with those two moles that you love so, tints a light pink.
Your eyes shot open, you never even considered that those feelings could be reciprocated. You only told her to ease your burden and free yourself from a heavy weight, but now you just learnt that this weight was shared all along.
She softly strokes your cheek with her free hand and you gulp nervously, feeling your hands sweat as your temperature arises at her affectionate touch. You feel the older woman’s hand moves from your blushing cheek to the back of you head as she slowly leans into you. You don’t wait any longer after these lasting months of recurrently dreaming about it and passionately crash your lips against hers as electricity rushes trough your veins.
She lets go off your hand to put hers onto your waist and you impulsively change your position to straddle her lap. You are quick to realise your action and break the kiss to stare at each other in shock. As you are about to apologise and hide yourself in embarrassment, she fervently takes your lips back and pushes you closer to her body, chests touching.
She teasingly brushes her tongue on your lower lips and your mouth answers before you do as you open it just enough for Chocol to makes her way. You feel Chocol’s warm tongue clashing into yours and your brows gather together in neediness.
The way your body responds to her touch is almost as if you were made for each other. Each curves perfectly sculpted for her hands, each sounds you make harmonising with her tone, each scents, from your sweet perfume to your hair product, intoxicating her.
You both venture the other person’s body, stroking fondly as much corners as possible, from clothes, to skin, to hair, nothing is lacking attention.
Chocol’s hand rests on your thigh, often squeezing it when you suck on her tongue hungrily. You are so absorbed in the intimate kiss that you realise you lost track of time.
You reluctantly stop your make out session “Chocol we need to go back.”. She whines and hugs your waist as her head sets on your chest. She hears your heart beating rapidly from her doings and smirks sheepishly, enjoying greatly the effect she had on you, knowing sincerely that you make her feel the same way.
You regretfully push her back and stand up from your spot on the couch while you extend a hand towards her. Noticing her blown pupils, you couldn’t help but grin affectionately, admiring the woman before you. She sighs and takes your hand half-heartedly, not wanting to go back, only needing you.
“Are you still jealous ?” She overtakes you swiftly and winks at you teasingly. “I was not !” You retork flustered but she is already a great distance before you.
omgosh my brain just poofed what if dom bully chocol cornering you in the university library in some abandoned section and promises to just put the tip in and make it a quickie but ends up losing control and shoves her whole dick in 😧😧😧
bully!chocol , no proofread/straight thoughts rn , gp!chocol
omg ur mind is absolutely insane WHAT DA FREAKKKK, bully!chocol is definitely a fucking asshole like to the heart…she might be worse than bully!yn, she’ll find anyway to embarrass you in the worst ways like you bend over and she’ll fake fuck you with unnecessary force making everyone look at you, bully!chocol didn’t advance to being sexual until she saw a private photo of you in your phone after taking your phone for the 100th time that week, laughing in your face and calling you out to be attention whore
you never told and never planned on telling chocol that you know a specific library location that’s blocked off just for you, the librarian knew how much the quiet means to you…but chocol decided to follow a little too close, wondering why you never pick up her phone calls and blackmailing texts, chocol easily found out where you hide when she comes around in the hallways…
chocol coming up behind you in the hallway, barraging you for not answering her calls about her work and essays
“what did i tell you about my fucking work? i need that shit done by wednesday's, you know what day it is?”
you stared at her blankly, a feeling of panic and arousal confusing your body as she stared down at you with pure ignorance, you shook your head slightly making chocol mock you and coo at your lack of response
“do you know how to fucking speak?”
bully!chocol pushing you into the abandoned study room, pushing you over the wooden oval table, this isn’t the first time you and chocol have done it together, but it’s definitely the first in a “public” setting 😵💫😵💫 you protest against the cold table, telling her that it’s too public to do it in the study room and anyone can come in, she quickly brushes off your panicked dialogue by claiming she’ll make it “quick” and how it’s only the tip , pulling your denim mini skirt (that you wore on purpose but anyways . ) down as she pulls your damp underwear to the side of your puffy lips, groaning as she palms over her boner, can’t helping herself but degrading you.
“you’re already fucking wet, easy bitch.”
chocol watches as she pushes her throbbing tip into your cunt, hissing at the sight of you taking her so well, moving your body against her tip OH MY GODDDD SHE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY LAY HER BODY ON YOUR BACK, her moans ricocheting off your sensitive ears as she pushes her cock deeper, you call out how she said “only the tip.” AND HER ASS WOULD JUST BE LIKE
“oops.”
OH MA GAWDD, pulling your body like a ragdoll against her cock, the sounds of your thighs hitting hers, your ass rippling against her body as you moan louder the more rough she gets, disregarding that the study room is definitely not soundproof oh my god my mind is fried with bully!chocol…
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…“
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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.
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.
warnings: nothing tbh, suggestive humor ig, fluff, part of oneshot series (idk if that makes sense)
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a/n: hey guys!!! So I’m going down the list of reqs I got so this is the first one!! Idk what happened but like the req disappeared so I couldn’t reply directly to it but yk if you submitted it so enjoyoyoy 🫶🏽
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