pairing: bada lee × swf2 crew leader!reader x kirsten dodgen
word count: 1.44k
den's notes: this is from the prompts listed by @nimixe, and i've been contemplating if i'm gonna write to this, but... i hope i did justice to the prompt, madame. 💪🏻 once again, not proofread! leave your thoughts, and thank you in advance!
there's already hype with the leader class mission since there's a growing tension between three of the leaders, namely bada lee from bebe, kirsten from jam republic, and you, leader of empireon. both leaders are known for their choreography and overall stage presence.
it's not like you dragged yourself into the said tension. you just happened to be there, a lost cause, like what your members always say.
just a quick backstory, it all happened when the empireon crew entered the fight zone last, the crews' eyes are on you, their leader. your strong physique yet elegant vibe captured everyone's attention.
empireon became the talk of the town for their diverse line-up. although you shine among them all, your crew members were known in their genre. hana for locking, doa for afro, felicity for krumping and vogueing, samara for freestyle, and sora for choreography.
of course, you were known for your diverse genre styles but mainly focused on choreography, tutting, and wacking. (mannequeen members knew you because you've been one of the judges of the contests they joined at.)
ling would gush over their leader that your vibe is almost similar as monika from the previous season, and their fellow competitor, bada lee. the members of team bebe had the same sentiments. although both leaders said nothing and just eyed at their competitor.
their thoughts eventually changed when the no respect battles started and you were selected as their no respect dancers and entered a lot of battles and succeeded in all those battles.
"i like y/n... she's got style and sass." kirsten said to her members, and latrice just eyed her with a small smirk, surprised (and not that surprised) that their leader suddenly expressed interest over their competitor. "well, i gotta agree with you, kirs. she's not all talk, she shows stuff."
"we're all on a shoot break so why not approach her? she seemed pretty chill, plus i heard she's nice even though she's provoked." audrey suggested. the rest of the jam republic dancers agreed.
same goes with team bebe, where they were pushing their leader to approach you. bada is flustered watching you from your recent no respect battles. the diverse styles you show, the facial expressions you used. even flirting with the other dancers when they started to flirt.
"do it for us, unnie!" sowoen pushed the older towards the location of your crew. bada scowled at her mischievous students, but she knew she can’t say no since they rarely make requests, and she is interested with you, as well, so she fixed her cap and approached the said leader.
both kirsten and bada were surprised to see each other in front of the empireon crew's bleachers. they grew suspicious of each other's whereabouts, but they knew you were part of it. they're having this staring contest, and their crew members were watching this 'drama' unfold. they find it amusing that you were just sitting with your back in front of bada and kirsten, having no idea that there's already tension behind your back.
hana, one of your formidable crew member were the first to notice the presence of the pink and blue leader behind your back. she nudged doa, another empireon crew member, who took notice of the tension behind their leader. she nudged you, and you looked at her, confused. she points behind you, and you finally turn around to see the two.
you were the one to break the staring contest. you flashed your smile at the two, and they tried their best not convulse on the spot.
okay, back to the present time. bada's choreography was chosen for the leader's mission. all nine leaders are warmed up, but there's kirsten and bada glancing at each other and towards your direction.
the other crews began to notice the glances and the growing tension.
"i heard both bada-ssaem and kirsten voted for y/n-nim's choreography when y/n-nim and the others voted for bada-ssaem's..."
"omo?? that's so interesting! i heard they both approached y/n-nim during the no respect battles..."
"what is this love triangle....."
everyone's eyes are on the trio now, and their respective crew members are squealing on the sides.
nob took notice of what's happening, and casually slides in your side. "y/n, how does it feel to have THE bada lee and kirsten dodgen pursuing you?"
you're not sure what to answer either. sure, both leaders are so charismatic and both known by their colorful resume in the dance industry, so it was hard for you to answer such simple question.
you're slightly honored? and at the same time there's pressure, since you have to choose one between these lovely women in the end. she had to erase the looming thoughts first, and she had to focus on the main dancer battle for the leader's class.
the main dancer battle was intense. each of the leaders danced to bada's choreography with their own flavor. the dances were done in batches, and you're in bada's batch and when it's time for you to dance, you made sure that you go all out.
when the judges announced there would be a reaudition for the main dancer, everyone cheered when both you, bada, and kirsten were called, along with akanen and lia kim.
the battle begins once more, and everyone is freaking out, going all out with the cheering for their beloved leaders.
the judges announced yet another call for re-audition. this time, the crowd went nuts when they called your name, bada's, and kirsten's.
"is this the battle of the century? the love triangle's final dance?!" cera screamed as she shooked redlic.
"nah, this ain't a battle for the main dancer, this is a battle for y/n-nim's attention." yoonji added.
"oh to be fought over by bada and kirsten..." yeni cho sighed and shooked her head, making haechi and baby sleek snort at what she said.
you looked glanced at them, shocked that they're both looking at you, as well. there was a tinge of blush on your face after getting all this attention. this is not how it's supposed to be, you just wanna dance and prove everyone that empireon is as strong as the other crews, garner attention and be the top crew.
you sure didn't expect that two of their leaders started to pursue you and your attention.
bada raised her hand, to which daniel approached immediately and gave her the mic.
"before the reaudition starts, i just wanna add something..." she begins, and all the crews went quiet for a minute. "whoever wins the main dancer position, y/n has to go out with for a date." she says firmly, and everyone goes nuts once again.
you watched the tall female in awe, you were speechless. kirsten seemed to like the idea and lifts a thumbs up.
monika then grabs her mic, and looked at the three with an eyebrow raised, "and what if y/n gets chosen as the main dancer, then?"
bada didn't hesitate, "then it's y/n's choice on who is she taking out on a date. it's either me, or kirsten."
"IS THIS STILL STREET WOMAN FIGHTER??" the girls screamed.
monika nods, satisfied with her answer. "so i guess... good luck, y/n-nim. and may the best dancer wins?"
you were a blushing mess at this point, who would've thought you'd be in this situation right now?
both dancers find your current state adorable. the shift on your movements due to your flustered state makes it interesting for them to watch.
"may the best dancer win?" kirsten said to bada, and the latter just smirked. "oh, yes." she answered.
the three began to dance once smoke plays again, dancing with all their stamina and sass. when the "i'm gonna smoke you" part comes in, both bada and kirsten approached you in the middle, doing their best to gain your attention, and you just dance with your lower lip stuck between your teeth. you find the two amusing, but still you're surprised that these two is really fighting for you through dance.
you three did your ending poses, and the whole studio erupted with cheers and screams.
the judges are in a dilemma right now. all three did so well, but they have to choose only one. there was also added pressure since your date with either bada or kirsten is also on the line.
"the main dancer we have chosen is..."
all the dancers were on the edge of their seats for the results.
and when mike song said the final name they chose, everyone is in shambles. there was a lot of screaming and cheering.
there were grins on their faces, and their eyes are on you.
mike song mentioned your name as the main dancer for the leader's class.
daniel steps forward, and asked the golden question.
"empireon's y/n l/n. between bada from bebe and kirsten from jam republic, who are you choosing as your date?"
"first of all... i am honored. and second, these two women are lovely, talented, and beautiful in their own way. if i were to choose one, it will be...."
you mentioned your choice, and the crowd went wild. both leaders were smiling from ear to ear, satisfied with your choice.
- fin.
den's additional notes: who might be the lucky girl??? 👀👀👀 i'll leave the last part to your imagination. 😌🫶🏻
Jam Republic! Kirsten Dodgen x Idol! F Reader:
You were the famous soloist, Han Y/n, and held a complex reputation for yourself, but that doesn't stop Mnet from inviting you as a guest judge on Street Woman Fighter 2. You didn't know much about the foreign dancers, but this one caught your eye.
Word Count: 4.8k
Note: I toooootally didn't struggle while writing this🥲
Character Vision Board
Being in the limelight was always familiar territory to you. It was something you were always bound by due to your sister being one of the most notable actresses in the acting industry today. Your older sister, Han Sohee, had always been popular with everyone. Her authoritative and sophisticated qualities had everyone on their knees, adoring her existence. With releases like “My Name” and “Nevertheless” on Netflix, your sister has been recognized for her talents worldwide. You couldn’t have been more proud of your sister's mind-blowing career, always supporting it in any manner.
You, on the other hand, had your fame in the music field. The Han Y/n began as a soloist under Pnation and had a significant fanbase, mainly consisting of Sohee’s fangirls. Nevertheless, when you started releasing music, your career exploded with the sound of R&B you delivered. The public idolized your image, often calling you the “Predebut Han Sohee.” You had tattoos and piercings, had an extended wolf cut, loved partying, and had the tomboy style. It had the male public hating you and their girlfriends wanting you. Through your career with Pnation, you gained many friends who were also soloists in the industry, B.I. being one of them. During his time with YG, you always went to their concerts, ensuring your best friend knew you’d be right by his side no matter what.
If people didn’t believe in your bond before, the union was proven when you made an unexpected move. When B.I. left YG and decided to create the 131 Label, you quickly joined the company and collaborated with the fellow soloist. BTBT was a hit, not only in popularity, but the song was undeniably a banger, and you were honored to even be featured in it, even making an appearance in the music video.
But fame wasn’t always going to be in your favor. As an avid party girl, you fell into a hole of rumors and lies. You were in a scandal after almost every event, especially with female idols. So here you were again, with Hanbin and Sohee in your apartment, reading the statement your company had released, denying the accusations again. This time, it was with Blackpink’s Rose, as the public had seen you coming out of dinner together in Paris.
“I just can’t be friends with anyone nowadays.” You scoff, forehead in hand, and hear both chuckling at your issue. “You can’t blame the public, Y/n. Everyone is just in love with you,” your sister points out, and you roll your eyes. “Says you, unnie.”
“You should be used to this by now, noona,” Hanbin tells you with shrugging shoulders, and you can’t help but laugh. “I am, though! It seems like the public is the one who isn’t.” You were aware of your impression on the public, but it irritated you when they acted this way. But that was just part of your job, telling yourself that every single time a scandal happened. “Disregarding that for now, aren’t you excited about next week?” Hanbin asks you, and Sohee looks at him confusingly.
“I’m the guest judge for Street Woman Fighter,” you say in a calm timbre, and your sister’s eyes widen. “You gonna meet Jam Republic, Bebe, and Tsubakill?” You look shocked at your sister. “You knew who was on the show yet had no idea I’d be guesting next week?” Your teasing tone made your sister smack your arm, “I only saw clips, okay? But I’m excited for you!” She gets jumpy in her chair while Hanbin laughs at you, a face holding disgust as you watch your sister. “She can’t even be happy. She knows nothing about the international crews,” Hanbin points at you accusingly, and you just shake your head. “I can’t help it, okay? I only know 1Million because of Lia unnie.”
As the two of them argue with you and introduce the other crews to you, a set of girls were squealing in their hotel in another part of Seoul. The two youngest of Jam Republic watched on an iPad, and the three oldest sat there, watching them in slight worry. “Are they okay?” Ling whispers to the two, and Latrice laughs, “They’ve been obsessed with Han Y/n since they found out she’d be the next guest judge.”
“Han Y/n?” Kristen asks confusingly. Ling and Latirce can’t hold back the distress on their faces, “Yes, Kirs, THE Han Y/n.” Kristen shrugs at their words, “I don’t know her.” That’s when the two youngest hear this and let out a blaring gasp. “Girl, you have to listen to her music,” Audrey says, shoving her phone in the leader’s face. Kristen listened and was pleased to hear everything presented to her.
“Dude, she’s smoking hot, man,” Emma voices, and she relaxes more on the couch, thinking of seeing your face. Ling rolls her eyes at her, and Latrice smiles, finding Emma’s rare fangirling cute.
This intrigues Kirsten. Emma wouldn’t openly share things like that but had no hesitation regarding you.
Before the day came to the first start of the Kpop mission, Kirsten found herself having your songs on repeat, dancing to them when she had the time. Her crew observed her, loving her newfound liking for you. Well, not you specifically. The woman still had no idea about what you looked like, only ravishing over your music.
“She gonna be so surprised tomorrow,” Ling tells the group as they watch their leader dance in the studio, and everyone nods. “Agreed.”
Finally, it was time for your appearance on the show, and you made sure to be prepared for the first impressions you were about to have on most of the girls.
The ride there was quite eventful, though. Friends were blowing up your phone in anticipation of your presence on the show. So when you make your way into the building, you send a selfie to the group chat, showing the building's lobby. Everyone fans over the sight and asks you to take pictures with specific crews, and you laugh at their texts.
You go backstage and see the guest room that was prepared for you. As you sat in a chair, the team touched up your hair and makeup. “Oh Y/n-nim!” You hear and see Monika coming from the door. “Monika-saem! It’s nice to see you again,” she greets you with a side hug. “Are you ready for this?”
“I can’t deny I’m a little nervous,” you tell her as you anxiously move around in the chair. “You? Nervous? Never thought I’d hear that from you,” she jokes while patting your back. “I’m not known to be a dancer like that! I’m just worried about the public's opinion.” She then looks you dead in the eyes, “You know well that you shouldn’t be worried. The people will always love you, Y/n-ah. Besides, everyone knows you’re a talented dancer.”
“Thank you, unnie.” She nods at your appreciation and smiles. “Have you met Shownu yet?” You shake, “I met him during the Hero promotions a few years ago.” The male idol walks in as if right on queue, with 3 caramel iced coffees in his hand. “I heard my name?”
“Of course you did. With your sonic hearing,” you say, making the two judges laugh. He hands you the coffee, and you thank him. “Dude, you’re gonna be so hyped when you see them all dance.” Your brow raises at his statement, “Now you're raising my expectations too high. They might blame you if I’m too harsh on them.”
“You can’t even be too harsh. They’re all professionals. I'm sure they’ll be to your standards.” Monika points out, and Shownu nods. Everyone starts getting ready, and when it's time to announce you, you hear Daniels' voice ringing in your ears. “Today, as your guest judge for the Kpop mission, we have Korean-American solo artist Han Y/n.”
You walk out onto the stage's walkway, bowing at everyone as you walk to your seat. Emma and Audrey could be seen jumping up and down, hugging each other when seeing you in person. Ling and Latrice, on the other hand, felt a sense of comfort when they heard that you're also American. They blindly trusted you, hoping you wouldn’t be so biased amongst the Korean crews.
Kirsten was the only one who stood in that room, frozen, when you walked in. She knew to predict someone attractive since the girls fangirled over your face for the entire week, but she wasn't expecting this. You looked like you were built by the gods. All she wanted to do was get on her knees and thank them.
“Wah~ Everyone’s right when they say she's every girl's type.” 1Million Redy says in awe of you.
“She’s so pretty, what the heck?”
“You think I can get a picture after?”
All the crews cheered and gossiped at your appearance, admiring your appearance.
“Hello, I’m soloist Han Y/n. Please take care of me,” you bow and introduce yourself in Korean, English, and Japanese to the teams. “I’d love to take care of you,” Kirsten mumbles under her breath, but Latrice hears the words, giggling at the sight of her leader, who looked like she was about to drool because of you. “Kirs, pull yourself together.”
“I can’t help it, like are we looking at the same person?” Kirsten dramatically sighed, and the girls teased. “Maybe you should ask her for help later~.”
“I’m sure she’d be happy to help you,” Ling gazes at her leader with a wink. “Alright, please pay attention and stop bullying me,” they all laugh, and your eyes find their way to the sound. “The Kpop mission has everyone fighting against each other with songs under the 4 companies: HYBE, JYP, SM, and YG.”
You relax in the chair, manspreading a little as Daniel continues, “2 of the 4 companies have a three-way tie and will battle it out here in the fight zone. The crew with the most votes will have to choose a different company to work with.” You nod in understanding. As much as Kirsten would like to say she was listening, she watched your loosened stance on the chair. You looked so fine just sitting there, and Kirsten bit her lips at the sight of you. She was a sucker for piercings and tattoos, which you did have, but her eyes lingered on your arms. Your veins could be seen popping out as they rested comfortably on your chest, and your lap looked like the perfect seat for her. “We’ll start off today with HYBE. Jam Republic, you're up first,” Daniel announces, pulling Kristen out of her unholy thoughts.
The girls get up from their seats, stretching more, “Should we just go for it?” She asks her team, and everyone nods, “Yeah, let's go.”
The girls stood before the judges as some other crews stayed beside them to enjoy the front view. Your eyes travel from every girl on the team until you stop at the leader. “Kirsten Dodgen, huh?” You whisper, remembering everything Hanbin and Sohee told you about the girl. How she was the famous “green shirt girl” in Justin Beiber’s “Sorry” music video and how she was part of the mega crew, the Royal Family. With this information in mind, your eyes never left hers as they performed.
When holding the starting pose, Kirsten feels the weight of your gaze, feeling her hands gradually sweat. The music begins with Le Seraphim's track starting them off, and regardless of how nervous you make the girl, she shows you every cent of confidence she has. Her hips moved swiftly like water, and you can’t help but bite your lip at the sight. She could really move, you admit to yourself. The afro-dance was evident in how she carried herself, the rhythm similar to the choreography of BTBT, which led to your body feeling uncontrollable. Swaying to the way they moved.
“Well, we know who Y/n would’ve voted for,” Mina Myoung quips as all the crews watch you enjoy their performance. “Dope” by BTS begins to blare on the speakers, and their groove switches to Hip-Hop. Audrey put a smile on your face with her facial expressions and nearing the end, when the finale consisted of the little twist their waist did with an added reverb effect, you toss your hands up with a clap, “That was nasty,” you told Shownu who nods in agreement.
Mannequeen then took the stage, and once again, everyone had high energy as they watched. The same could be said for DeepNDap. Still, once people saw the votes, everyone felt the intensity of the room when seeing DeepNDap lost by a landslide compared to the two other crews. “That’s gotta burn,” you mumble.
Next was the JYP battle, and Tsubakill went first. Your attentiveness shows with the scary look in your eyes, but you get hyped up when Tsubakill uses their shirts as a prop, clapping at the scene. Then, Team Bebe joined the stage, and it was phenomenal. You shouldn’t have felt any anxiety or nervousness since you thoroughly enjoyed each performance, especially when Bada is revealed through the imitation of double doors. You smirk at the sight, finding it quite enticing to look at.
“Another heart stealer, huh?” You tell Shownu, who chuckles at your words. While you watch, Kirsten notices the look you give team Bebe. “Looks like someone likes team Bebe as well,” and the team looks at you. “I don’t blame her,” Audrey shrugs, and Emma laughs, “Everyone’s in love with Bada as well. They’re like a match made in heaven.”
Kirsten's chest tightens at her members' words. You surely weren't interested in the taller dancer...right?
“Kirs? You good?” Latrice asks, and she nods, not wanting to expose herself, but Emma catches on quickly. “I think Kirs may have a slight problem,” the second youngest teases the leader, and the younger girl points at Bada. “She may have some competition.” Kirsten rolls her eyes at the girls as they snicker around her. Because of their noises, your attention goes to them. You see the frustration on the girl's face, and it makes you smile. She looked so adorable with a pout on her face. This causes you to barely watch the 1Million stage.
“I hope whatever song we get, we’ll do good.”
“We’re always good guys. As long as we try our best, that’s all that matters.” You hear from the dancer and nod to yourself, her words also resonating with you. When the votes came in, Tsubakill had zero votes, and you gasped. Everyone must’ve really liked the dance if they had no votes. So when each group is presented with their company of choice, everyone begins practicing.
You began walking around, handing bottles to each team and chatting with them. Your first few stops were DeepNDap, Lady Bounce, Mannequeen, and Wolf’Lo, and then you make it to the trendiest crew on the show.
“Hello~,” you said, bowing to the girls of team Bebe. They all look at you with terrified eyes. You chuckle at this, “Here, I don’t bite,” you tell them as you hand the water bottles, everyone thanking you. “You didn’t have to, Y/n-nim,” the blonde, Tatter, says, but you shake your head. “It’s the least I can do for you guys.”
You straighten your shirt and ask, “Do you guys have anything yet?” “Yeah, we have a bit for the chorus,” Bada says, and you settle in the dance studio a bit more, sitting on the floor in front of them. “Can I get a sneak peek?” They all nod excitedly, and you hide a giggle, finding the younger girls cute. They play Maniac by Stray Kids from the chorus, and your smile grows when you see the blonde being dragged with her team walking, almost like robots, beside her. When finished presenting, you stand up, clapping your hands. “I can’t wait to see the final product, girls.” They bow, most covering their face in happiness. “You're leading your team well. I can tell your chemistry is strong,” you say as you pat Bada’s arms. “Thank you, Y/n,” she smiles, and you head out. “Okay, good luck, guys! I’m gonna bring more water for the other teams.”
Then your next stop is 1Million, and you enter their rehearsal room with a cheesing grin. “Lia-unnie~,” you say, walking towards her to hug her. You had worked with Lia in a previous comeback and were close friends with her. She made the entire process enjoyable for you. You always kept that in mind since it was stressful, and you appreciated her guidance. “Y/n-ah,” she says softly, reciprocating the loving hug. “I brought all you guys water,” you tell them, showing the bag filled with bottles.
They thank you, and you watch them practice a little, and you can tell Lia is stressed the entire time. So once they took a break, you approached her, giving her a piece of candy. “Here, don’t be too hard on yourself, unnie,” you say, patting the older’s shoulder. “I can’t help it, Y/n. Everyone has high expectations for me here.” You nod, understanding the pressure she felt. “That doesn’t matter. You’re one of the greatest choreographers out there. I’m sure you’ll make it past this unnie,” you try and reassure her, and she tells you to get going so they can practice. You mumble fine and move along to your next destination.
Tsubakill. The girls were so concentrated on practicing they didn’t even notice your arrival in their room. “Hello?” You question in Japanese, and they jump in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you all,” you chuckle at their reactions.
“I’m here to just deliver some water, and I’ll be out of your way,” they gratefully accepted the water bottles but were curious. “Your Japanese is really good. Where did you learn?” Their youngest, Rena, questions you.
“Aye~ I’m not that good. But I wanted to learn for my Japanese fans to communicate with them when promoting.” A series of ‘ah’s could be heard. “That does make sense.”
“Anyways, I don’t think you guys need any of my feedback right now, so I’ll leave you all to it,” you wave off and end with the final team you were anticipating. You searched for them in every room but finally found them practicing on the walkway area on the second floor.
Your eyes linger on the team, not wanting to distract them while they do a draft take of their dance. That's when your gaze lands on Kirsten as she leads her team, “So when we do this swing part, I want both of you to kind of mimic the movement,” she tells Ling and Latrice, who automatically follow her lead, taking the critiques into account.
“Hey,” you voice out, and everyone stares at you, not knowing what to say. “Um… I brought you guys some water,” you say in English, and they smile. “Thanks,” Kirsten tells you, and you give a curt nod, “It’s no problem.”
“You guys are insane, by the way,” you say as you tilt your head to the side. “I hope you guys don’t mind if I watch your practice for a bit.”
“Of course not, by all means. Just try and get comfortable,” she gives you a wink with a teasing grin, and your head falls back due to her gesture. This girl was gonna be trouble for you. You travel to a chair in the corner and watch as the practice goes on, eyes never leaving Kirsten's figure.
Your head spins at how she moves, finding her body rousing to witness. That was until they made it to the next series of parts. Kirsten had to shake her hips, but somehow, it wasn’t up to the quality of your liking. You raise your hand, and the crew notices, “Yes, Y/n?” “Sorry, but when you move your hips, you can exaggerate more.”
“Can you show us what you mean?” Latrice presses on, and you make your way over to Kirsten. You towered behind their leader, and your hands traveled down her hips. Position her into the move and put pressure on your hands as you take control of her lower half. Kirsten’s mind was out of focus when she felt your strong, veiny hands touching her. “I know you can move those hips, girl, so how about we put them to work?” You question in her ear, and she has a devious grin. “Show me then.”
Her team watches as you rotate her hips with the touch of your hands, and they can’t help but giggle on the sidelines. “She took asking for help way too seriously,” Audrey whispers, and the rest nod with their fits of giggles.
You two feel a rhythm despite no music, and Kirsten’s heart fastens as you caress her waist. “Shit, you- you are so beautiful,” you mumble but make sure she heard it, and her face reddened. She shakes her head, straightens, and claps at her team, “Alright, thank you, Y/n, but we have to do some more choreo to be in top shape in 2 days.” You stand there a bit surprised, which follows a soft laugh at her crappy excuse. “Okay, okay. I’ll just watch a bit more.” You sat back in your chair, watching them more freely this time as they did their work.
After an hour, you look at the phone and decide it is an excellent time to head home, but talk to the girls before leaving. “Are you guys free tomorrow?” “I believe so, why?” Kirsten asks, and you hand your phone over to her, “I thought it would be a good idea to bring all the crews out for a relaxing night. I was gonna rent out the VIP section of a club before you guys performed.”
The girls all jump in excitement while Audrey sulks, and you pat her head, “I know you're too young, Audrey, but I’ll plan a dinner with everyone just for you.” Her eyes brighten at your promise as she hugs you. “Okay, don’t kill the woman now, Audrey,” Ling tells the youngest, and everyone laughs. Kristen puts her number in, and you grin, “Okay, good luck with practice, girls. I’ll chat with you later, Kristen,” you point at her, and she waves you off seductively.
“Kirs is down bad right now.”
“Stand up, girl,” Emma jokes, and the leader rolls her eyes at the team.
The next day, every girl was preparing for the long night ahead, and Audrey watched her team as they frantically ran around their hotel room. “You guys look good in anything,” the youngest says, but everyone pays no mind. “This is what I get for trying to be nice,” she mumbles, but Emma hears it and laughs. “They stressed Auds. What can we do,” Emma says with a shrug.
After an hour, all the girls were ready, and Kirsten revealed her outfit. She had a pleated denim skirt, a pale yellow halter top, and white mini-heels. The leader's hair looked slightly slicked back, and it tied everything together. “Ooo~, who are you about to show out for?” Ling taunts and Kirs has a light smirk on her face, “You already know, girl.”
The girls squeal in eagerness, “So we ready to go?” The older three nod and Audrey walks them out, “Be safe, and don’t come home too late.” The older girls hug her goodbye and travel to the club by Uber. You had sent the leader the details, and she was incredibly excited when you said, “I can’t wait to see you there, beautiful.” It caused her so much happiness the entire day that she couldn’t sit still.
Once the four entered the club, they were escorted to the VIP area on the second floor, overlooking the crowds who cheered for Y/n and the other crews. You sat at the bar, Lia and Bada by your side, with a dark-colored drink in hand. Kristen halts when she sees you. Your attendance wakes her up as she notices every detail about you.
Kirsten wanted to tell you how delicious you looked, but just for the sake of her pride, she greets the other girls instead before getting to you. Bada points at the foreign crew, making you look at them, and a coy grin forms on your face. The Jam Republic crew began to split up, talking to multiple other teams, and you made your way over to Kristen, who sat with some of the Mannequeen girls.
“I’m glad you could make it,” you say, handing her a drink of soju, as you weren’t really familiar with her type of alcohol. She thanks you and sips the beverage, “I’d never say no to a party and having fun.”
“I don’t either, but I was kinda excited for this one,” You voiced in a playful tone, and Kirsten smirked, deciding to play along. “Oh yeah? Why is that?” Your body bends down to her ear, and she feels your breath tickling her as you breathe out, “It means I get to see you more.”
The shorter girl’s breathing becomes unsteady at the close distance. Still, Kirsten's exact flirtatious nature wouldn’t make that obvious. You take her hand and lead her to the bar, “Is there something you prefer to drink?” “Coke and rum would be nice,” and your eyebrows go up at this. “My type of girl,” You tell her calmly, ordering the drink as a blush forms on her cheeks. “So, the green shirt girl in Justin Bieber’s music video?” Kristen lets out a burst of laughter at your random question.
“You went viral all those years ago, and I never knew who you were? I’m so out of touch with internet culture,” you shared, your head hanging low with a chuckle. “It’s fine. I was also seventeen then, so you probably wouldn’t even recognize me.”
“SEVENTEEN?” You inquisitively ask, and she nods. “Well, you grew up into a fine young woman, if I say so myself,” you tell her as you take a swig of alcohol. “You say that as if you’re much older than me,” Kirsten looks at you with a questioning face. “Hey, 3 years is quite some time, okay?” You point out, both of you letting out a laugh.
“How about you? I don’t know how you got into dancing,” She says truthfully, and you think. “It hasn’t been that long since I started. Compared to you guys, I’m pretty mediocre at best.” Now, that statement, Kirsten knew, was a lie. “That’s definitely not true,” She says, and you look at her curiously. “How would you know?”
“Or else you wouldn’t have been a judge on the show,” She explains. The truth was, she had watched some of your dancing videos throughout the years, but why would she want to expose herself in front of you. “That’s true, I guess.” You were about to continue, but another song started, and the whole club cheered. Kirsten’s eyes brightened at the song, and she pulled you to the dance floor, “Come on, let’s dance!” She says, trying to yell over the loud music.
Once the two of you were on the dance floor, you felt the mixture of sweaty bodies and the wafting scent of alcohol that clung to everyone’s bodies. That didn’t matter to either of you, though, as Kirsten confidently whines her waist to the beat. Your eyes study her with hunger, finding every curve of her body moving to the rhythm. Your self-control defeats you as you grasp her waist, and Kristen feels the warmth of your hands. She moves back, grinding her ass on your body, and you wrap one arm around her waist as you motion in sync. The shorter applies more pressure on your pelvis, and you can’t help but let out a subtle groan in her ear, finding her irresistible. The halter top didn’t cover much, and you wanted to touch every part you could, skimming over her chest as if her skin begged to be marked.
She turns around, arms wrapping around your neck, closing the distance between you two, if possible. Now you felt her chest beating on yours, your forehead resting on each other. Her eyes linger on your lips, and you notice, when bitting your lips, that she lets out giggles of expectation. You adored the charming sounds, and your lips chased hers, and you felt the buzz of her lips on yours. The taste of sweetness from the alcohol lingered on her tongue as they mingled harmoniously. Hearing the soft whimpers encourages you to pull her waist tighter, hand leading lower and lower on her body. You pull away, trying to catch your breath as you mumble to her, “You think you’ll be able to dance if I take you home tonight?”
“I’ll make it work,” She mumbles, pulling you in again. The kiss felt heated as her hands roam around your toned figure, “Besides, I told you I want to have fun tonight.” You smirk at her words and pull her out of the club, ensuring you made it worth her while tonight.
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Synopsis: Kirsten love you, but you seem to be totally clueless. Ling suggests she confess. When she eventually tells you, you feel the same way.
Kirsten sat alone in a poorly lit section of the coffee shop, her untouched latte in front of her going cold. She couldn't help but stare at you, the person who held her heart so closely while being entirely oblivious of her true feelings. As you talked to lively to the person who was across from you, your eyes gleamed. Laughter echoed through the room, and every ounce of Kirsten's being ached.
In the sight of your bright smiles and shared laughter, the love she had for you, the love she'd nourished softly and secretly seemed pointless.
Kirsten struggled to focus on her laptop screen with shaky hands, the flickering cursor mocking her with writer's block. Her novel, her escape from the dark emotions that often overtook her, remained stuck in her head, unable to flow onto the pages. Her quiet love echoed on the pages she couldn't write, buried beneath layers of unnoticed words.
Kirsten's lips twitched with a sarcastic smile as she thought about the irony. She was a writer, a master of using words to create worlds, feelings, and stories, but when it came to expressing her love, vulnerability, and emotions towards you, the words disappeared.
The conversation at the opposite table continued, and Kirsten felt like an outsider in a play where she desperately wanted to be an actor. Your pleasant, careless laughter danced in her ears, each note piercing her heart like shards of glass.
"Hi, Kirsten!" I didn't expect to find you here," a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.
Kirsten looked up, startled, to see her best friend, Ling, standing next her table. For some time, her expression brightened, relieved to see a friendly face among the chaos. "Hi, Ling. What are you doing here?"
Ling pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Kirsten with curiosity. "I'm just trying to get some work done." So, how about you? You seem a little... busy."
Kirsten sighed, her attention shifting to you, the subject of her love. "I'm just... observing.
Ling followed her line of sight, seeing what she was doing. "You're still doing that? Staring at Y/N?"
Kirsten nodded, her heart aching as she was captivated by the scene of your joy. "I'm sorry, Ling. I don't want to feel like this, but I can't help myself."
Ling let out a sympathetic sigh. "You know, Kirsten, we don't always have control over how we feel about someone. But perhaps it's time to talk to Y/N and be open about your feelings."
Kirsten laughed bitterly, her gaze fixed on you. "Ling, it's easier said than done. I'm afraid of what would happen if I did. What if it ruins our friendship?"
Ling leaned in closer, her voice soothing and sweet. "Unless you try, you'll never know." And let's be real, do you want to keep suffering in silence forever?"
Kirsten found herself split between her fear and the possibility of happiness while the two friends talked. The idea of her admitting her feelings for you was horrible, but so was the thought of never knowing whether you felt the same way.
Hours passed, and the coffee shop slowly emptied. Kirsten's latte sat untouched, forgotten. She realised she couldn't keep dodging the reality any longer. She had to confront you and confront her emotions.
When she noticed that the person you were talking to left she gathered her bags, waved bye to Ling, and headed over to your table with new passion. You looked up, taken aback by her sudden arrival.
"Hey i didn't know you were here," you said with a friendly smile. "What's up, Kirsten?"
Kirsten looked you in the eyes after taking a long breath. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."
You leaned in, focused. "What is it?"
"I've been in love with you for a while now," Kirsten said, her heart racing. And watching you with someone else earlier made me realise that I can't keep it to myself anymore."
For a split second, silence fell between them, the tension evident. Kirsten's heart felt like it was about to burst. Then, much to her surprise, a faint smile appeared on your face.
"I've been waiting for you to say that," you admitted, and Kristen's throat tightened. "I like you, Kirsten." I thought you'd never notice because you don't really pay that much attention."you said with a small smile.
Kirsten felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders as the atmosphere started to brighten. Her eyes welled up with tears as she extended for your hand, which you took in yours.
It was a moment of pure, genuine relief, of shared feelings finally revealed. Kirsten couldn't stop smiling through her tears, and you quietly giggled.
"So, what now?" you asked, without taking your attention away from hers.
"Now," Kirsten said quietly, "we begin a new chapter."
The dance floor always shimmered with talent, but tonight, Reader stood quietly off to the side, watching the crew's movements like a director who refused to speak. She didn't have to. Her silence said enough. She was precise, composed nonchalant, if you asked anyone. She didn't lead, but when she walked into a room, people shifted, just slightly. Like gravity bent for her.
Reader didn't chase anyone. Not the spotlight. Not affection. Not emotions.
Except one.
Teesha.
Teesha wasn't loud. She didn't dominate the room with volume, but with presence. A quiet storm in sneakers, calm on the surface but occasionally chaotic in the corners laughing at the wrong times, losing her phone during rehearsals, mixing up her left and right during formations but still somehow making it look good.
She had a softness in her smile that felt like home. A kind of shy kindness that made people trust her, even if she rarely spoke first. She wasn't the leader of their dance collective, but when she moved, people naturally followed.
And Reader?
She was hopelessly in love with her.
Not in a romantic movie kind of way. More like a long ache. A quiet craving that sat in her chest while everyone else danced through their days.
The problem?
Teesha had a boyfriend.
And not the kind you could secretly hate.
He cool-headed, endlessly respectful, the kind of guy who brought everyone snacks during rehearsals and called Reader "Lil Sis" without sounding condescending. He was her peace. Her person. And worst of all, he adored Reader, never suspecting the pitiful truth.
Reader watched Teesha smile into He's hoodie during chilly nights, watched her lean into him after long dance battles, and watched herself silently fall apart in the shadows.
She thought she could handle it. She thought, As long as I stay close, it's enough.
But it wasn't.
So she made a decision.
She started seeing Audrey
Audrey had recently joined their extended circle. She was a dancer from another crew, moved with grace and instinct, and oddly enough reminded Reader of Teesha. Not her face. Not her voice. But her softness. Her calm. The way she paused before she spoke, how she laughed with her eyes half-closed. A little shy. A little chaotic. Always kind.
They began spending time together "just practicing," Reader said.
But then they started eating together.
Then staying out after everyone left.
Then, one night after a spontaneous freestyle on a rooftop Reader kissed her.
Everyone thought Reader finally fell in love.
And maybe, she had.
But in the beginning, it wasn't with Audrey.
It was with the echo of Teesha she saw in her.
Reader told herself it wasn't wrong. That she wasn't using anyone. Audrey liked her. Audrey chose to stay. But late at night, when she watched Audrey sleep beside her, she sometimes whispered, I'm sorry into the dark.
She never explained why.
But Audrey knew.
Not everything.
Just enough.
"You always look at her first," she said once, quietly, as they shared coffee after rehearsal.
Reader didn't answer.
Audrey took a sip and gave a small, sad smile. "I wonder if you'll ever look at me like that."
Time passed.
Reader got better at hiding it. At not staring too long. At laughing with Teesha and His boyfriend as if her heart wasn't curled up like a dying flower. But her silence grew heavier. Her guilt, louder.
And one day, it cracked.
They were all backstage after a major performance. Teesha had nailed a solo Zion had choreographed for her, and everyone was high on adrenaline and praise. Reader stood beside them, clapping, smiling.
Teesha turned, glowing from the stage lights, and pulled Reader into a tight hug.
Reader froze.
For a second just a second it felt like the universe had spun differently. Like maybe, in another world, Teesha was hugging her because she wanted to.
And Reader's heart betrayed her.
Her hand lingered at Teesha's waist a beat too long.
Teesha pulled back, blinking. Confused, but not afraid.
His boyfriend laughed nearby, clueless. "Yo, you two look like sisters."
Reader stepped back.
She didn't speak for the rest of the night.
The next day, Audrey confronted her.
"Do you love her?" she asked.
Reader didn't lie. She never lied.
"I don't know how to stop," she said.
Audrey nodded. "Then maybe...you don't start with stopping. Maybe you start with choosing."
Reader tilted her head.
"Choose me," Audrey whispered. "Not because I remind you of her. Not because it's easier than letting go. But because I stay. Because I love you."
Reader had never cried in front of anyone.
But she did then.
And in that moment something shifted.
Not like lightning. More like a slow sunrise.
It took time.
Reader pulled back from Teesha not with drama, but with quiet distance. She still talked to her. Still danced beside her. But she stopped chasing the feeling.
And she started learning Audrey.
Her little quirks.
Her clumsy warmth.
Her sharp insight.
Her own chaos.
Reader realized Audrey wasn't a substitute. She was a story she hadn't read yet. A dancer with her own rhythm. A woman who saw her, even at her worst, and stayed.
And that was something Teesha, even unknowingly, never gave her.
The final realization came during a duo performance. Reader and Audrey were chosen to choreograph a piece for a global showcase. It wasn't sensual, or romantic. It was raw about healing, about trust, about choosing peace after pain.
They danced barefoot, hands connecting and breaking. Faces close. Movements tight and unfiltered.
It wasn't perfect.
But it was real.
Afterward, when the crowd erupted, Reader looked into Audrey's eyes and whispered, "Thank you for not giving up on me."
Audrey smiled, pulling her close. "You were always worth it."
And this time, Reader kissed her not to fill a void but to honor a love that had grown slowly, fully, and freely.
Teesha never found out.
Or maybe she did in the way she sometimes smiled knowingly when passing them in the hallway. In the way she never asked questions. In how she once said, softly, "You look happy lately."
Hello, lovely! I hope that you're doing well. I was wondering if you had a masterlist? I was also wondering if you were accepting requests, and if you are, do you have any rules?
hello! i was planning on creating a masterlist soon, so that should be here by the weekend! :)
and i am taking requests currently! i will create a more organized post for rules soon, but to give a small rundown, my request rules are:
i write smut, angst, and fluff
i will not write non-con, or any kinks that have to do with physical harm, the most i will write is spanking or choking
i also do not write for men or male reader
i write for bebe, jam republic, chocol, dreamcatcher, itzy, gidle, red velvet, twice (no chaeyoung), ellie (tlou), vi (arcane), and more that i will get into! :)
thank you for asking 🫶🏼 and please send in requests!! it gives me motivation, i currently have one i’m working on :3
Synopsis:As you and Latrice enjoyed a moment by the beach.Later, you and Latrice reflected on the day, grateful for the love and laughter.
The setting was picture-perfect, with the sun painting the sky in orange and pink hues. You and Latrice stood hand in hand, waves lapping at your feet and a salty breeze blowing across your hair. The romantic mood was perfect, but others in the group, Kirsten, Ling, Audrey, and Emma, had other plans.
As you gazed lovingly at Latrice, your heart bursting with affection, the sound of enthusiastic screams interrupted your quiet moment. Your friends came out of nowhere, coming towards you with expressions of surprise and excitement similar to a lottery win.
"YoU dID THe THinG!!!!" Kirsten shouted dramatically, her eyes wide with awe.
Ling chimed in, her excitement palpable. "WhAT doEs tHIs MeaN????!!"
Audrey took it up a notch, her voice filled with anticipation. "ArE YOu GUyS gETTIng MArRied?!?!"
Emma, not one to be left behind, enthusiastically joined the chorus. "OH mY GoSH YeS!"
You and Latrice exchanged an amused look, not sure how your friends had come to this wild conclusion. But, as they continued their wild celebration, you decided to join in, loving the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Thank YoU UniverSE," Kirsten declared with a theatrical flourish, extending her arms toward the sky, "YOu haD oNE job aND yOU DiD It rIgHT!!!!!"
The four friends enveloped you both in a collective group hug, laughter and joy filling the air. It was a mix of humor and genuine warmth that only true friends could bring into such a special moment.
Latrice couldn't help but join in the laughs, her smile mirroring the one in your heart. "We're not getting married," she finally said, her voice amused. "But we just decided to move in together."
Ling sighed in relief, her face brightening into a pleased grin. "Wow! That's fantastic!" Moving in together is an important step."
Audrey vigorously nodded. "Yes, and it's a significant milestone in your relationship."
"Who knows, it might be the prequel to a proposal in the future!" Kirsten said.
You couldn't help but laugh, grateful for the love and support of your friends. "We're really excited about this next chapter."
Emma joined in the celebration, patting you on the back. "We couldn't be happier for you two."
You enjoyed a moment of love, laughing, and a bright future as the sun eventually sunk beyond the horizon, leaving behind a canvas of beautiful colours. It wasn't a proposal, but it was a tender moment with a dash of good-natured teasing that would certainly become one of your favourite memories.
Latrice and you chose to walk along the beach, letting the waves wash over your feet, while the others continued to applaud and clap. It was a peaceful and beautiful time, with the sky descending into purple and deep shades of blue.
Latrice smiled at you as you walked, her eyes reflecting the love and happiness you both felt. "Moving in together," she said, "it's a big step, and it's going to be amazing."
You matched her smile while holding her hand. "I can't wait to wake up next to you every day."
Latrice smiled at you as you walked, her eyes reflecting the love and happiness you both felt. "Moving in together," she said, "it's a big step, and it's going to be amazing."
You matched her smile while holding her hand. "I can't wait to wake up next to you every day."
"It's just the beginning," Kirsten stated as she raised her glass for a toast. "To the lovely couple and their new adventure together!"
A pleasant sense of happiness washed over you and Latrice as you clinked your glasses. "Thank you, everyone," you stated. "We're grateful to have friends who care so much about us."
Ling, the sentimental member of the group, couldn't help but cry. "We've seen you two grow together, and this is such a beautiful step."
"Who would have thought that us gate-crashers would be celebrating this instead of a proposal?" Audrey chuckled.
You gave Latrice a knowing glance as you rolled your eyes. "You're not living that one down, are you?"
Latrice laughed as she leaned in for a kiss. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have it any other way." Our love story has always been special."
The group spent hours eating, laughing, and telling stories together. There were laughs, awkward stories, and touching moments. The relationship between you, Latrice, and your friends became stronger under the full moon's light.
You and Latrice took a minute to say your goodbyes as the evening came to a the end. The sound of breaking waves accompanied your stroll back to your car, as did a sense of contentment in your hearts.
"Today was amazing," Latrice said as you drove home. "And I can't wait for our new adventure together."
You gave her a warm grin as you looked at her. "Neither do I. And when we finally decide to take that step, the others will probably pass out from shock."
Latrice chuckled, reaching out to squeeze your hand. "However, it is the beauty of our love story. It's full of unexpected joy and surprises." and she gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek.
As you drove back home, the memories of the day, full of laughter and love, warmed your heart. While it wasn't a proposal, it was a day you and Latrice will remember as a tribute to your love, your friends, and the exciting chapters ahead.
