bad bunny x sea!fem!reader
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
in which: benito accompanies you at the grammy after-party
note: here's part 2 yall!! thank you for the love on the first fic! i didn't think many people would read it! and i hope yall would love this one too 🫶 honestly think if im even portraying benito here perfectly but like, this is just how i see him 😭disclaimer: google translate spanish
tags: bad bunny x southeast asian!fem!reader, artist reader, age gap, implied height difference, wholesome, toothrotting fluff, some romance finally, mentions of alcohol, we got benito pov yall, like one cuss word, usage of y/n
IT'S THE grammys after-party and you're doing anything but partying. you aren't really used to attending high-end parties— heck, you don't even go to clubs that often— but here you are, sitting all alone at the bar while every artist and their mother danced and talk with one another. you tried to socialize, you really did, but every word that came out of your mouth was nothing but incoherent stutters that left you embarrassed in front of elites.
there were some celebrities who didn't look at you weirdly or forced a smile. sabrina carpenter is an example. when she saw you awkwardly standing alone by the entrance, she approached you with her very contagious smile. "hi! you're (y/n), right? your songs are all over my fyp," she said, linking arms with you. "you're beautiful in person!" she exclaimed as she dragged you to a table. "thank you. you're, like, way... more beautiful," you shyly complimented her back, heat rising in your cheeks. "i— i'm a big fan," you added, trying not to sound like a creep. "aw, thanks!" after that, she dragged you along with her to mingle for a good thirty minutes. some people were genuinely interested while others looked forced to listen. sabrina's extroverted nature drained your energy quickly, but thanks to her, you managed to enjoy the party a little bit.
fast forward to now, you’re sitting at the bar with nothing but a glass of alcohol in your hand and your phone in the other. “dear, you look so beautiful on television!” your mother exclaimed from the other side of the call. “your face is built for the screen,” your father said proudly. your chest bounced as you chuckle quietly at your parents antics. they acted entirely the same as when they called you before the awarding. you didn’t win, but it didn’t matter to them. they were proud enough that their daughter was reaching her dreams.
“but… are you okay?” your mother asked, worry evident in her voice. "of course! why wouldn't i be?" you mask the lingering disappointment you're still feeling. "well..." your father started. "we know how you pressure yourself—" "dad, please," you cut him off with pleading eyes. "i'm fine. i swear," you reassure them, but they look nothing but assured. they glanced at each other, communicating through their eyes. they were worried, but they knew not to push you. especially when you're not in the appropriate place for a talk.
your mother sighed, "alright, we won't keep you any longer. you should be enjoying the party, dear." "i am, mom." you playfully roll your eyes, then quickly urge them to take a rest. they took a day off from their jobs just to witness you at the grammys. knowing they support you regardless of the result keeps you going, and all you wanted was for them to take a well-deserving rest. after hanging up, you set your phone down.
"hola." a deep voice beside you startled you, making you visibly flinch, almost spilling the drink in your hand. you're sure the way you whipped your head to look at the direction of the voice gave you whiplash. of course, it was none other than benito antonio martínez ocasio. realization struck you, ever since you entered the party, you didn't see him once despite his tall stature. "have you— were you..." you stuttered, not because you're starstruck, but because you're trying to think of the right words to say.
it seems that everytime you're in front of benito, every english word you know magically vanishes. "how long have you been there?" you finally ask after taking your sweet time constructing that simple question. benito shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his own drink. "not long," he said. "oh..." you nodded, awkwardly stirring the alcohol in your glass. a comfortable silence engulfed the two of you, changing the vibes at the bar. through your peripheral vision, you could see how uncomfortable the bartender is as he worked— pretended to work.
"you know," you started in your native tongue, gaining benito's attention. "i couldn't thank you enough... for tonight," you thanked him for the hundredth time. you wondered if you were starting to sound annoying, being so repetitive. but you couldn't think of any other way to express your gratitude towards him. it's not like you can easily ask him to eat out as compensation. benito could easily buy you, your house, your family, and if possible, even your soul.
honestly, though? i don't mind if he buys my soul— who said that?! you shake your head at your thoughts. you can't believe what you're thinking of when he's literally sitting beside you. what if he can read minds?! you wouldn't be able to bear the embarrassment. "it's really fine," benito finally spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"i know but... i couldn't think of any way to thank you more. you don't know how grateful i am," you retorted. benito stared at your side view for a good minute, examining your features. "then, tell me more about yourself." his statement surprised you, you almost thought you misheard it. "p— pardon?" you asked, eyebrows all scrunched up in confusion. "cuéntame sobre ti, tu país. i wanna hear more about you and where you came from," he explained.
you gape at him for a while, looking dumbfounded. everything felt too good to be true you'd think it's the end of the world. from the grammy nomination, to sitting beside bad bunny, and now this? you know you'll be crying buckets once you leave this country. you drop your head, laughing quietly.
"¿qué?" benito asked, raising a questioning brow. "no, no." you wave a dismissive hand, still laughing. "it's just... everything feels so surreal," you sigh, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes which are intently staring at you. it almost caught you off guard. "but if you insist, sure." you smiled at him, genuinely. and that might've been the first, true, genuine smile you've had all night.
"see, i come from..." you started as benito propped an arm up on the bar table, leaning his cheek on his hand and listened to you with utmost attention. you told him all about your family. then your country, its history, its language, its issues. "it sounds like a beautiful country," benito complimented. you stare back at his eyes. you didn't want to assume but the way he was gazing at you looked as if he was lost in your eyes. i don't have dirt on my face, do i?
"well, i think puerto rico is more beautiful," you countered, pushing the thought aside. but you then realized how it sounded. "not that i'm degrading my own country! it's just that— i'd want to go there in the near future," you added, hoping to clear the misunderstanding. that's if he did misunderstood what you said.
benito let out a laugh so low, you swear you could feel it in your abdomen. he's not sure if you're usually this frantic or you're only like that when you're talking to him, but it just made him more interested in you. sure, many people act like that too when they meet him. he's bad bunny for goodness' sake. but usually, those people only see him for his fame or money. they see bad bunny, but never benito.
and you, it feels too early for him to say that you see him as himself. but you're just... such an open book. the way you flail your hands, how your eyebrows scrunch up as you explain things to him. it's rare to see someone that expressive, that open— especially to a stranger. yes, you're a fan of him. nevertheless, you didn't know him personally. therefore, he was still a stranger to you.
before he could stop his mouth, benito called out your name. you stopped, stunned. you're never going to get tired to hearing him pronounce your name with that accent. "yeah?" you tilt your head in confusion, eyes looking up at him. benito looked as surprised, he didn't mean to call you out loud. looking down at you now, he couldn't help but notice how your eyelashes perfectly complimented your eye color.
¿qué es esto? he felt weird. like, physically weird. his palms were clammy. his heart was pounding. heat was rushing from his neck to his ears. it's not usual for benito to... love at first sight. "benito?" you snapped a finger near his ear, and for the first time, you saw bad bunny's resolve crumble down. "i'm gonna melt, you know," you joked. it was more like you're humoring yourself to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
you weren't oblivious to the fact that the bad bunny was checking you out. he was was quiet for a good two minutes for fuck's sake! and he bit his lip. who wouldn't be flustered at that? your soul must've flown away from your physical body at that very moment.
"lo siento," benito huffed out, breathless like he just ran a marathon. he started to fix his suit, clearly uncomfortable. it genuinely made you worry. "are you okay?" you asked, placing a gentle hand on his bicep. benito felt another wave of heat spread from where you just put your hand. "sí, sí," he replied, looking away from you. he needed to regain his confidence again.
¿es el alcohol? benito gulped his drink in one go, sucking in air at the slight sting it left in his throat. he's confused, not with you, but with his feelings. during the awarding earlier, he thought you were just a kid. a kid who couldn't stop crying before and after the grammys. when he lent you that handkerchief, when he caressed your back, when he offered you to touch his trophy... it was only to help a fellow foreign artist who clearly felt out of place. when he approached you earlier at the bar, he wanted to know more about you for a possible future collaboration.
he didn't mean to... feel what he's feeling right now. but with how you looked earlier as you told him stories about your country, about your people... his only thought was, que linda. realization struck him like an american truck. he wasn't supposed to be ready for a relationship, he wanted to take a break. you probably will fly back to your country in a few days. the both of you probably won't see each other until the next grammys. even if you exchange contacts, he'll get busy with tours and new projects, and you'll probably be the same.
then, an idea popped up. benito wanted to be sure, not only of himself, but with you too. he needed to see if you're different than those people who came and went from his life. to see if you won't treat him like a vacation on a tropical island, only willing to see the beautiful sights and not the struggles. he glanced at you. you were awkwardly swinging your legs that hang from the tall stool, awkwardly checking out the place as you play with your drink. he suddenly felt bad, leaving you hanging like that.
benito called you out, intentionally this time. "hm?" you looked immediately at him, eyebrows raised and a tighlipped smile displaying on your face. "when are you... leaving?" he asked. you ponder for a while before answering, "next monday, why?" a smirk threatened to form on benito's face. "you see, i'm performing on the super bowl this... domingo— er, sunday," he said. you lean back a bit, anticipation growing in your chest. "yes... i know," you stated slowly. you felt a bit of excitement with where your conversation is going.
benito hesitated for a second, contemplating whether what he's about to do is a good or bad thing. he looked at you up and down once again before settling on your features. "i have an extra ticket. i'd be glad if you could come watch the show," he finally dropped the bomb and you swear you could hear your ancestors cheer for you from heaven.
hell yeah.
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