Notes: okay so i wrote the beginning a long time ago and only finished it now so if it's sloppy please don't judge me. First time posting a fic on Tumblr so.
TW: college! and reader is a clutterhead or whatever metaphor is used for that and i poorly used that to describe her feelings.
"I remember the stars. I remember the moon. I remember being lost somewhere in between. And it's 9 pm already.
I've got to...get up and brush my teeth. Bathe and change my clothes. Prepare breakfast. And head out for college. I have to finish my math assignment. I have to do the assignment due tomorrow. Wait, isn't that test coming? And the deadline on that project is drawing closer....I've got to get ahead on my work. I'm behind on everything...But first I have to get up. Then I'll see. Maybe I'll study a bit at the library, but then...
I've got to...do...huh? It's 9:30? It was literally just..."
You got up, hurrying and burying your ever moving mind. "If I carry this any further I may never get up" You shift here and there on the bed slowly, and painstakingly move your feet closer and closer to the floor. The floor, so cold, waiting ever so for you to step unto it. And when you do, the cold shiver passes from the nerves in your feet all the way upto your head.
"Hm..but..wait...what was I thinking of just now? Oh, right, the stars, the moon...the.."
Collecting your thoughts, you gather each bit of these small puzzle like pieces of your brain and shove them in some corner of your brain as to not deal with them.
"And oh..that girl..the one with the long hair" she popped up in your mind too. You had a project together. The same one due tomorrow. "I hope she's done something, or we're getting an F."
You do the daily grind- brush your teeth, bathe, wash your hair, eat some food. And you head to college.
And there it was, the journey from waking up to reaching was quite short, the hardest part usually is waking up.
For it's the same thing you've been doing ever since you started college a year ago.
You meet the girl you were praying on (on having done something with the project) in the lecture hall. You sit beside her well-built figure.
"Hey, uh..?"
You muster up these words, the first ones you muttered that day to anyone, bursting your bubble.
"Hey, uhh..yeah Abbys the name. I assume you're..."
She says, and the way she paused in that speech makes you get lost a bit. What was it again? The stars ..the moon...
"Here about the project?"
She says, bursting your bubble once again, except your bubble is a whole hobbit hole full of ideas dumped and disowned.
"Y-yeah its due tomorrow, have you started on anything? Or better yet, finished?"
Abby, as she said her name is, sighed and looked deep in your eyes with annoyance yet some calm and friendly, sympathetic reproach.
"No..i assumed you'd done it..."
"It's fine we'll have to work hard on it today then..." You reply, feeling a bit shy as well as ashamed for having procrastinated till now.
"Yeah, we'll have to.."
It was then that you really noticed her presence. The lines of her biceps under the compression top, the yellow of her braided hair, the...
"Hmm? Something wrong?" You realised you'd been staring...and been caught staring.
"No...just thinking about what we should do for the project.."
"I've got some ideas. Meet me at the cafeteria after class. We will be working awhile if we want a good grade.." she went on. The curve of her lips and the slight twitch of her eyebrow visible clearer to you now.
Though you weren't staring ofcourse, never that. But how couldn't you? She looked so....
anyway. You clearly didn't want her to be added to your pool of thoughts. But how will you spend hours working with her without that happening? You didn't know.
So you tried to focus on class. On the squeaky white lines on the blackboard a couple rows of seats from you. It was all just...distant.
There was a disconnect. But then you looked to your right.
Abby, two seats away, jotting notes down in her notebook. The glasses on her eyes knelt down to slare at the notebook while the curve of her biceps strained minimally to pen the notes down, like fighting for visibility.
The lines of her abs was gently peaking from the compression top.
There wasn't a disconnect now. You felt..closer. Connected. Like she was right beside you..whispering something in your..
Nuh uh. Not today.
The bell rings and the students start clearing the hall. She looks up. Then...
She's looking right at you staring at her.
Her lips curve a bit in a tiny smirk as she gets up. You look away.
And for once..the clutter in your head stops, replaced by a single impossibly large and incomprehensible thing..
There's no mistaking you as the new Bada Lee, but you could follow easy choreography now. Which isn't much considering the talented dancer herself had been luring you into her dance studio every. single. day. since you guys met.
But it was safe to say you never learnt the choreography to "You Got It".
Instead, you had resorted to trying to film tiktoks of dance trends, which you still found challenging and Bada found amusing.
"You look like a rusty seesaw," the talented dancer laughs as she watches you stiffly move your hips side-to-side.
You huff, crossing your arms, "they're asking too much of me. How can I move my hips and keep to the beat?!"
Shaking her head while chuckling at your flare for the dramatic, Bada finds herself walking over to you. Step-by-step she shows you how to smoothly move your hips without your whole body following, and by some higher power, you can do it!
“I’m doing it, Bada!” You yell gleefully, rushing to hug your mentor.
Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you to her surprise. You feel Bada’s arms snake around your waist, your bodies mesh together like puzzle pieces. Her hot breath tickles your neck before you slowly pull away from her, much to Bada’s distaste yet she can’t help but feel warm inside when you flash her an excited smile.
“Let’s film this tiktok before I forget,” you laugh making Bada chuckle in agreement.
As you set up your phone, Bada can’t help but watch your every move with a sense of fondness. She did not expect you to become such a prominent part of her day, seeing you had become a necessity for Bada, so the dancer had resorted to forcing you to come to her studio every day since you walked into her class. There was something magnetic drawing Bada towards you, but she kept quiet about it, not sure whether you felt the same way.
You press start, allowing the “Girls Like Me Don’t Cry” by Thuy play.
You lip sync the beginning before slowly backing up to your place just in front of Bada. When the song transitions into the chorus, you and Bada start to move your hips to the beats.
Unexpectedly, Bada turns you around so your backside is now facing the camera and she places her hands on your hips. You feel your cheeks heat up as you give her a quizzical look, confused on what she’s doing but she continues to move her hips and so do you.
She leans her head down, resting her forehead onto yours, the eye contact going crazzzyyy. You nervously gulp, as you bring your hands around her neck. You forget the tiktok you’re filming as your faces inch closer and closer. You stare at Bada through hooded eyes as hers begin to close while leaning in more, your noses brush against each others and you can feel the exchange of your breaths.
A knock on the studio door startles you and Bada, causing you both to immediately let each other go. The atmosphere between you two turns awkward when a guy walks in, you remember him to be Howl, Bada’s second-in-charge.
You turn to busy yourself with your phone, trying to act natural as if you weren’t a millisecond away from kissing Bada.
Wtf was that y/n? What if she doesn’t even like girls? Thoughts are racing through your mind as you save the tiktok as a draft and then swipe out of the app, noticing that Gigi had messaged you saying she was done with her class now.
You stand up in a seemingly nonchalant way, congratulating yourself for coming off as super natural although you were internally shaking with nerves. Bada and Howl are talking about something in Korean, but you can see Bada glance at you, almost asking you not to go.
But you have to, so you smile awkwardly, clearing your throat, “I’m going to go now Bada, Gigi’s finished her class.”
A disappointed look flashes across her face but nods, “i’ll text you.”
You nod before turning around, speedily walking out of the studio, meeting up with your best friend, who was waiting outside. As you two wait for your Uber to arrive, you hurriedly whisper what just happened between you and Bada, and not surprisingly, Gigi couldn’t help but let out squeals of excitement, catching the attention of a few people who were around.
“Shut up,” you whack Gigi’s arm, “someone’s going to know from your big freaking mouth.”
She rolls her eyes as the Uber arrives, you both hop in and continue the conversation. Gigi turns her entire body in your direction before recalling what you told her, “so let me get this straight. You and Bada were filming a tiktok and she made a move on you but you guys didn’t kiss because Howl walked in?”
“Well I don’t know if she made a move or if I did,” you trail off, “I don’t even know if she’s into girls!”
Gigi laughs, shaking her head, “I think if she was about to kiss you, that would mean she’s into girls.”
Almost as if she knew you two were talking about her, your phone buzzes with a text from the devil herself. Gigi leans over your shoulder so she can also see what Bada has texted you.
Bada 😳
Hellooo
Sorry about Howl coming in
I’m sad you had to go so soon :(
Do you and Gigi want to come to a party tonight???
You share a look with your best friend who dramatically places her hand on her chest, “she’s so into you! Tell her yes, oh my god, y’all are going to start dating and get married!”
Your eyes widen from the intensity of your best friends comment, shaking your head quickly before quickly replying with a “that’s alright! and sounds good, we’ll come tonight!”
As you and Gigi pull up to your guys’ apartment, you thank the Uber and rush to get into your rented home. Bada messaged saying she’ll pick you two up at 8, leaving two hours for you guys to get ready.
You start to ponder on Gigi’s words… could Bada be into you?
Just as promised, Bada pulled up to your apartment at 8pm on the dot. You couldn’t help but feel a blush form on your cheeks as you entered her car, punctuality is so hot.
Just not as hot as the tall girl smiling at you from the drivers seat. She’s wearing her infamous hat, which is tightened below her chin, a baseball jersey and some cargo pants. Her handsome vibe definitely did not help with the blossoming feelings you were forming for Bada, increasing them tenfold.
As Bada drives to the party, you sneak glances at her whenever you think she’s too busy to notice. Everything about Bada was catching your attention. From the way she’s driving with one hand to the way her tongue poked her cheek whenever another driver got on her nerves.
Everything about Bada was driving you crazy.
You didn’t even notice you three had pulled up to the party residence and that Bada had turned the car off already, not until she spoke your name with a quizzical tone, “y/n you alright? We’re here now.”
Clearing your throat, you nod frantically before stepping out the car. That was so embarrassing, what if she noticed I was checking her out?
Trying not to come off as a weirdo, you shake off your thoughts and follow Bada into the house with Gigi trailing after you. The house was crowded. There were plenty of people around, some were dancing, some were laughing with their friends and some were playing drinking games.
This wasn’t really your vibe, you preferred to stay home and drink with a couple of friends, but you knew this was definitely Gigi’s vibe so being a good friend, you’re going to suck it up and try to enjoy yourself.
Bada leads you to a group of people chatting in the kitchen, you’re assuming these are her friends. You were proven right when she began introducing you to them.
“Guys this is y/n and Gigi,” Bada smiles as she points at you and your best friend. You give them a gentle smile and a shy wave, quietly saying “hi” as Gigi says hello too.
“Y/n, Gigi, this is Redlic,” Bada points to a blonde girl who smiles behind her cup, “and you know these guys from dance class.” Howl, Lusher and Tatter all wave in unison.
Redlic begins speaking in Korean to the group of friends, and they all begin laughing at whatever she said. Trying not to stand there awkwardly, you look over at Gigi, who’s pointing to the drinks table.
“Want a drink?”
“Yes please.”
You both walk, well Gigi pretty much ran, to the table full of alcoholic beverages and began grabbing two soju bottles. “I know you’re supposed to take these as shots but I want to get fucked up since we’re leaving Korea soon.” Gigi pouts as she opens the two bottles, you guys clink and both take a chug at the drink.
It’s a dangerous drink, you think to yourself, as you can barely taste any alcohol. It’s also a dangerous drink because thirty minutes go by and you don’t even notice, you also haven’t seen Bada since she introduced you to her friends.
Feeling a pressure grow in your lower abdomen, you tell Gigi you’re going to the bathroom. She nods and asks if you want her to come, because girlhood, but you tell her not to worry and that you’ll be quick.
You had trouble finding the bathroom. It was a large house, one with many rooms and you just happened to be a victim of the directionally challenged disease. You have never been given the task to give directions, even when you’ve got a gps because you’re somehow going to fuck it up.
As you stumble slightly down a corridor, you find a door that seems like it could be to a bathroom. Something inside you was pulling you towards the door, so it clearly had to be your gut instincts telling you that this is the room you’re looking for.
Pushing the door open, it was not the bathroom.
In fact, it was far from a bathroom. It was the room you felt your soul get crushed in due to the sight before you.
Bada and Redlic were standing in the middle of the room, kissing each other just like you and Bada were close to doing earlier.
You heart shatters but you can’t bring yourself to look away, the sight engraving itself into your memory. At the sound of the door opening and footsteps, Bada pulls herself away from the blonde, seeing the last person she wanted to witness what just happened.
“Y/n, wait-” Bada moves towards you but you, in your state of inebriation, manage to run out the room before she could touch you.
Tears are threatening to spill down your cheeks but you can’t allow yourself to cry. There’s no reason to. It’s not like you and Bada are even together… so why does it hurt so much? Why do you feel like you’re breaking inside?
You find Gigi as you hear your name being called behind you. Ignoring the calls, you grab Gigi and without needing to say anything, Gigi understands the situation and you two rush out of the premises.
No one has followed you outside, much to your relief and dismay. You didn’t want to see or speak to her ever again, but you also wanted her to fight for you and show you that she cares about you. Are you not important enough for Bada to follow you out?
So Bada does like girls… just not me, tears finally drip down your cheeks as you and Gigi hop into your Uber.
As the Uber drives away from the house, you’re completely unaware of the girl standing in the middle street, too late as she watches your car disappear in the distance.
Requested: By anon Hello! It's the au anon here again lol. I wasn't aware of that so thanks for replying! <3. Then could you write one where reader likes Yon-rogg but isn't aware that he likes her too bc he's like a god (in her eyes) and there's no way someone like him would even notice smn like her. Thank you <3
Authors Note: again sorry i dont do au’s and sorry for taking a lifetime to write this. i feel like im always saying that but i mean it everytime. i am grateful for you guys being patient it means a lot and just thank you guys for still supporting my blog and reading my trash. so enjoy some sarcastic carol and a shopping spree nobody asked for.
You stared from afar from your side of the training base. Your head leaning against your palms, daydreaming. Wishing. Just wishing he could take one glance your way.
You all had just finished another lesson. Another lesson to which you stumbled a little at your teacher, Yon-Rogg, but only because he placed his hands on your waist to teach you a move.
“Whats wrong little lady?” Vers stopped by, your best friend sitting beside you sweating. “You seem out of it today.”
“Its nothing, really.” As you said this your eyes made contact to Yon-Rogg bending down to pick up his towel. You bit your lip and did not blink once!
Vers hummed to herself, “oooooooooooooooh I see.”
“See what?”
“His as*! No I’m just playing with you. No I see that you like the man.”
You didn’t even try to fight. You shrugged and shook your head, “yeah Vers but think about it. This godly delicious creature of a man even looking at moi! I don’t think so...at all. He’s him and I’m,” you gulped and took a glance at yourself. “Well you get the picture.”
“Y/n don’t worry, the best thing about being in a relationship is being yourself. You have to be truthful.”
“I can’t Vers, I just can’t. I mean I want to be truthful but with him its just different.”
Vers took a hold of your hand, “no woman should have to disguise themselves to deserve love. You are beautiful enough, you are smart enough, you are enough.”
You chuckled, “thanks...my hero.”
Vers giggled and jokingly wiped non existent tears, “girl, I am flattered. Just keep the compliments going, we got time.”
“-But I need to do this another way.”
Vers mentally slapped herself on the face, “so what, all that pep talk went straight through one ear and entered out the other?”
“Yep, and I’m gonna need your help!”
Vers gave a face of disgust. “Oh shi* I don’t like the sound of that.”
You and Vers entered your room, tired, worn out from all the-
“I can’t believe you just dragged me to go on a shopping spree with you,” Vers whined as she dropped herself on your bed.
You hauled all the bags on your table and slumped on your chair, “I can’t believe I wasted that much money.” You and Vers laughed hard.
“Well I see that this is my leave so good luck in all your sexiness and yeah-”
Clutching onto her sleeve you gave her a death glare as you glanced up, “I am not done with you yet.”
“God okay woman. What else do you want me to do? Wipe your as*.”
“Haha very funny,” you sarcastically answered. “No I need help with my outfit.”
It felt like it took forever! Your makeup was glamorous, making you look like a model, no a goddess! You put on jewelry, keeping it simple but sexy. The hoop earrings dangled lightly atop your shoulders, just grazing the skin from time to time as they twirled from your movement. You added a blinged up choker, it wasn’t too tight but just enough to look almost attached to your skin. You slipped on your tight outfit and had some skin showing. Last but not least you applied some lip gloss on your lips. The shimmer making your lips irresistible. You put your heels on and called out to Vers, “okay I’m finished...close your eyes.”
You peeked and saw she was listening to orders, “good.” You jumped out and yelled, “ta-da!”
Vers opened her eyes and gasped, “oh my god! Y/n you look super hot! Yes, get it girl! You got this!”
You twirled around and looked at yourself in the mirror.
You enjoyed what you saw in the reflection but you wondered if Yon-Rogg would like what he sees.
“So you like it?”
Vers hugged you and nodded, “I do, but I always like the real you more, but its nice for a change. And also who said it was bad for a woman to wear makeup? I mean men can get all hot and whatever from time to time, well then so can us girls!”
You smiled and thanked Vers walking out to go see Yon-Rogg.
He was by himself in the cafeteria, writing and just focused. Seeing that there was no one there you felt nervous and was about to dart back to your room when your heels alarmed him and he called out to you.
“Hi there, sorry if you’re doing something, I can come back another time,” you bashfully looked away from him. He wasn’t saying a word and thats when you peered at his face, you could see he was speechless. His mouth was opened just a bit.
“Sorry,” he apologized blushing a little. “Please if you would like to, you could sit here.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. You nodded and almost ran to the chair but kept your cool.
Now Yon-Rogg got a really good look at you. “May I just say, you look exquisite this evening y/n.”
“Thank you, Commander.”
“Please call me Yon-Rogg...I bet it sounds way better coming out of your lips.”
You laced your fingers together, feeling the aura heating up. The setting becoming a flirtatious one, “alright then, Yon-Rogg.”
He giggles and nods, “well, I was right.”
“So what are you writing?” You asked as you motioned your head to the paper that sat in front of him.
“Its a summary of how everyone today did in their training. Things they need to work on, progression.”
You slumped in your chair out of frustration, “oh that is not good.”
“What?”
“Oh I was talking about me. I did kinda fail today.”
Yon-Rogg focuses on you instead of the paper and grabs your hands, “let me ask you something y/n, did you try today?”
You were quick with an answer, “of course Comman- I mean Yon-Rogg. Of course I tried, I always try.”
Yon-Rogg leaned back in his seat, “see there, thats all you can do. Try. Thats all that matters to me, when I look at you all I want to observe is that you are trying. And thats what I always see with you.”
“Well its all thanks to you, I mean if you hadn’t shown us what a incredible leader you are and encouraged me then we probably would be having a different conversation right now but you only teach me good qualities.”
Yon-Rogg gave a charming smile, “may I ask, why are you so dressed up today?”
You almost choked on air and gripped tightly the table. “Um I was just going for a walk.”
Yon-Rogg looks below the table and sees your high heels, “in those?”
You changed your composure quickly, knowing you sounded dumb. You tried to show more of your physique. Displaying your breasts and popping out your butt. You puffed your lips out more and nodded, “yeah these shoes help tone the legs real nice for you, you tough man.”
You were losing control of yourself. You were trying to flirt but it was not working, flirting was not in your DNA. Yon-Rogg gave a look of curious.
Next, you tried to grab his pen and put it in your mouth but you dropped it and as you were picking it up you bumped your head against the table.
“Are you alright?” Yon-Rogg asked very worried.
You touched your head and only winced lightly, “yeah I’m fine...baby.” You tried to bite his pen sexy but you ended up gnawing it leaving a dent.
You were just done. You were embarrassing yourself and you could tell by Yon-Rogg’s face that he was weirded out as well.
“I’m sorry this was a mistake.” You tried to stand up quickly but wearing your heels made you trip and fall into Yon-Rogg’s arms. He was there to catch you. You held onto his biceps for support and looked up to be so close to his handsome face.
“H-hi there,” you stuttered as you were so bashful at the moment.
“Tell me the truth y/n. Why did you dress up like this tonight?”
“Fine, I wanted to impress you. Well not only that, there is like a long list so you might be here for a while its just, I like you a lot Comm- gosh sorry I keep doing that I mean Yon-Rogg. I like you a lot but not as in a way of friends or like wow you are my leader I like you a lot even though yes thats true I just don’t like you as a friend, I mean I do but-” You took a huge breath and calmed your nerves. “Let me start over. I want to see if you would like to go on a date, that offer still stands but I knew you probably did not like the other me. The less glamorous me. I mean you have made such an impact on not just me but to all of Kree. How could someone like that date someone like me? I just wanted to be better for you, but I ruined it.” You looked down ashamed and disappointed with yourself.
Yon-Rogg was silent but lifted your face with his forefinger and thumb. “None of those things you said about yourself is true. You did not have to do anything to prove your worth to me. Don’t get me wrong I love this look but I also love who you really are. You are more than what you think. I ask myself how could someone so beautiful, so daring, so amazing go out with a guy so serious and who keeps his emotions hidden. I tried to do that with you y/n, but you are truly something else. I can’t keep what I feel for you hidden anymore. I love you y/n. I truly mean that, and you don’t have to show me you are capable of great things I can already see it when I look at you.”
You crashed your lips against his and laced your fingers into his hair. “Thank you Yon-Rogg.”
“Never gets old.”
You two were about to walk side by side together as now a couple when he stopped you. “Before we move any further can we please get rid of these wretched shoes. I mean they are sexy on you but these guys are a bit rough.”
You let go of the breath you were holding in, “oh my gosh yes please I thought you would never say that.” You took your shoes off and held them in your hand.
“But I do like this on you,” Yon-Rogg said about your outfit, feeling over the material and tracing his hands on your butt. “Can you wear this more often please?”
You laughed as you walked hand in hand with him, “I don’t know, I have to think about it.”
“Oh you naughty girl, I see you like to play dirty. Fine two can play that game.”
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