I KNOW YOU’RE MAD // BUT SHE AIN’T EVEN WORTH NONE OF MY TIME
PAIRING: Jealous(?) Minah Lee x F!Reader (referred to as ‘girlfriend’ and ‘girl’)
WARNINGS: I wrote Redy a not the greatest person and I apologise for that, but the plot needed it D: (Not proofread (sorry)), swearing
LENGTH: 1,340+ words
This is a work of fiction and is in no way a reflection, description or depiction of any person(s) in real life. Images and names are merely used as placeholders in this work. You are responsible for the media that you consume.
Minah couldn’t help herself, rolling her eyes as she watched the interaction unfold in front of her. Maybe Bada’s beef with Redy wasn’t as unfounded as the team she thought. Fuck, at this rate, she might join her leader in her view of the 1Million dancer.
She watched as Redy brushed your hair away from your face, running her hand down your arm as she drowned you in compliments so obnoxiously loud that Minah could hear her from across the stage: “Oh my gosh, you’re so talented!” “I’m so envious of how your body moves!” “Your body is so incredible! You must work out lots to be so strong and pretty.” “You’re so flexible! You’ll have to show me sometime.”
Minah almost gagged.
And maybe she did because Bada turns from her spot in front of the girl, an eyebrow raised and stupid, knowing smirk plastered on her face.
“You good?” Bada places a hand on the younger’s knee, squeezing gently. Minah simply scoffed, not wanting to dignify her feelings with a response. Unfortunately for her, that was more than enough of an answer for the leader. She laughed, turning away from the girl and joining Minah in observing the situation in front of them develop. Bada tilts her head, looking back up and noticing Minah purposefully looking away, the tips of her ears red. “She looks uncomfortable, Minah. That’s more what I’d be worried about.” Bada hums, leaning back on her hands.
It’s almost comical how quickly Minah’s head snaps back to watch you closely.
It’s not like you were dating… well, you weren’t exclusive (yet). But you were something, right? Minah wasn’t even sure if she had any right feeling the emotions she was feeling… but focusing back in on the two of you and the way you were reacting to the other dancer made her emotions feel more justified.
She felt heat claw up her neck, wrapping around her chest tightly the more she watched. Even though you were giggling and seemed to be playing along… something looked off. Minah leaned forward, observing… almost waiting for the other dancer to make a wrong move and let her pounce.
You moved back quickly, just out of immediate reach of Redy’s overly touchy hands as she seemed to reach for your face again. Minah watches you bow, putting more distance between you, eyes darting away from the forward woman and thanking her for whatever stupid shit she said. You scratch your forearm, gulping obviously as you try to shuffle back.
Bada was right. You were uncomfortable. And Minah wasn’t going to sit opposite you and let you be uncomfortable.
She stands abruptly, Bada leaning out of the way and letting the younger step past her.
Minah has tunnel vision; seeing nothing but you, trying to politely turn Redy’s advances down. It’s even worse because your team can’t even understand what’s being said to help you out. “Oh, thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested. We’re really busy, and I’ve already got someone in my life…” She hears your quiet response as she gets closer.
‘…Did she ask you out?’ The anger bubbles over inside Minah. She all but storms up to the pair, arms crossed intimidatingly. “She’s saying no, Redy. She’s uncomfortable. Leave her alone. You got your answer.” Minah’s bluntness is a welcome relief. You quietly let out a sigh as Minah stands in front of you, feeling the weight lift slightly off your chest.
“Sorry, were you involved in our conversation? I don’t think you were, actually-“ Redy starts, moving closer to you again.
“I am because you’re coming onto my girlfriend. And I’d really suggest backing up before things get bad for you. Quickly.” Minah’s eyes are narrowed, chest puffed as she takes a step closer. You look over at Redy, her eyes now wide as she puts the pieces together. You quietly apologise to the girl, before standing and taking Minah’s arm and leading her off-set and into an unoccupied corridor backstage.
“No, let me back at her. I swear to God-“
You place both hands on Minah’s shoulders, squeezing gently. That stops her rage for a moment, finally focusing on you. “Are you okay? She didn’t touch you, did she? I know you were uncomfortable… I just…” Minah’s eyes closed for a moment, trying to calm herself.
“I really shouldn’t find you that attractive when you’re jealous and overprotective.” Minah’s eyes pop open, looking at you incredulously.
“I was not jealous. I-“
Before she can open her mouth to keep lying, you answer her questions, “She only touched my arm, and I’m okay. Just… unsettled? Sorry, you had to help me deal with her. I just… didn’t know how to stop her without coming across as rude. You did a good job though.” You smile, hands deftly sliding up her shoulders and to her face, cupping her cheeks.
Minah brings her hands to rest over yours, sighing. “Don't apologise, baby. Just be rude. I hate watching people try and take advantage of your kindness. Especially like that. Bitch.” She hissed the last word quietly, feeling your fingers tap her cheek in response to her choice of words. The anger Minah had before fills her body for a moment before it softens as she meets your eyes. You take a step closer, Minah’s hands now dropping to your waist, thumbs caressing your skin. She sighs, “I… sorry. I hate seeing you uncomfortable, even a little bit. I care about you too much to see you like that…”
You’re both quiet for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence; Minah squeezes your waist as she tries to calm down again, ignoring the nagging feeling in her heart as her brain keeps replaying the events of before over and over. Redy's hands on your face, your arms... She bites her lip, suppressing her internal desire to go back out and-
“So… girlfriend, huh?” You can’t help but tease the girl in front of you, breaking her building bitterness, laughing as she groans and rests her head against your shoulder. You bring a hand up and stroke the back of her head, still giggling. “I liked it before you apologise. You should introduce me like that more often.” You feel Minah’s body tense before she pulls back to look at you.
“Yeah?” She smiles so cutely you can feel your heart race at her beauty, “You wanna be my girlfriend? You’ll be mine?” You return her loving smile, resting your foreheads together. “Mhm. As long as you’ll be mine.” Minah all but smirks at your reply, pulling back a little further and resting her palm on the back of your neck and brings you in. The glint in her eyes as her gaze drops to your lips giving you all the answers you need as she closes the distance between you.
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About 10 minutes later, you both emerge, back at the ring, hands entwined. Minah walks you back to your crew, squeezing your hand once more before returning to Bebe. Bada and Lusher stifle a laugh, Tatter motioning for the younger to come to them. Reaching up, Tatter wipes away smeared lipstick from the corner of Minah’s swollen lips. “Maybe next time you get all macho for your girl, look in a mirror before you come back?” The three giggle as they adjust Minah’s jacket and hair, askew and mused from your hands.
“Poor girl, did you maul her in, like, five minutes?” Lusher chuckles, noticing the already darkening mark on your neck from across the room… on the side of your neck that faced the 1Million crew.
Minah can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed, looking over at you and sending you a cheeky wink, before meeting Redy's eyes. Minah raises an eyebrow, wiping her lips and smirking at the elder, unable to stop herself from mouthing a quick 'mine' and glancing in your direction. She can't help relishing in how quickly Redy averts her eyes from both of you, laughing quietly.
Yeah, this was way better than her plan about 15 minutes ago.
TELL ME WHY I FEEL SO EMPTY // THIS MIGHT BE THE REASON THAT SHE LEFT ME
PAIRING: Bada Lee x Reader
WARNINGS: angst…? Mildly suggestive, swearing.
LENGTH: 300~ words.
“Fuck you.” Bada hissed, pinning you to the nearest wall.
“You wish,” you replied breathlessly, tangling fingers into her hair and pulling her closer.
“I hate you. So much- fuck.” Bada gasped at the feeling of you pulling at the silky strands. You said nothing, simply pressing open-mouth kisses to her neck, sucking harshly at the soft skin and let her words wash over you. Bada slides a warm hand under your shirt, moving from your waist up your spine.
You shiver, moving your kisses along her jaw and back over her mouth, slotting your lips between hers. You nip her bottom lip, relishing in the whine she lets out, the sudden squeeze of her hands groping you in immediate response.
You break away, the silence broken by ragged breaths before Bada cupped your face in her hands and pulled you back to her. You were frenzied, more teeth and tongue than anything else but it was more passionate than you could ever explain.
Bada is the first to pull away, her body screaming for air and her brain begging for you. “I hate you. God, I hate you.” Bada almost whimpers, her forehead pressed to yours, thumbs stroking your cheeks.
“I know.” You wrap your arms around her waist, holding her tightly.
“I hate you so much… I…” A breath caught in her throat, and the rest of her sentence died before she could speak them. It’s probably for the better, really… Because if she said anything else, she’d say the word she so desperately wanted to. You can feel the weight of her eyes on you… God, you aren’t strong enough to meet her gaze.
“I know…” Because you do.
Because you love her, and she loves you.
But the universe… the universe does not. And you hated that too.
WE WERE MADE TO BE // NOTHING MORE THAN THIS // FINDING MAGIC IN ALL THE SMALLEST THINGS
Pairing: Lusher Lee x GN!Reader
Warnings: None :]
Length: 1,070+ words
This is a work of fiction and is in no way a reflection, description or depiction of any person(s) in real life. Images and names are merely used as placeholders in this work. You are responsible for the media that you consume.
Your eyes are barely open; the drama you’d put on to try and keep awake unfortunately becomes a great source of white noise for your brain to switch off to. Your phone rests at the tips of your fingertips, just barely clinging to the device as you fight to wait up for your girlfriend.
You know she’d texted you hours ago, letting you know that her dance practice would definitely be going overtime and for you to go to bed first… but yet here you were. Your eyelids droop as you check the time, your brain unable to properly read the numbers on the dimmed screen, eyes unfocused; but able to focus enough on your wallpaper – a beautiful candid shot of your girlfriend from a few months ago. Maybe… maybe five minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt… right? She did tell you not to wait up for her… and it's not like you wouldn't hear her come in from where you are... Your body slumps against the plush fabric of the couch, phone quietly falling onto the carpet as you succumb to the warm embrace of sleep before you can even try to convince yourself for the seventh time not to.
Lusher enters your shared apartment quietly, assuming that by this hour of the morning, you’d definitely be asleep. She quickly toes off her shoes, stepping into her house slippers and letting her dance bag fall to the hallway floor with a dull ‘thud’. She could deal with her mess at a more appropriate hour of the day. Pulling her thick coat off and hanging it on the wall, Lusher is mentally prepared to see you all snuggled up in the blankets, looking so cute and peaceful as you rest... so she almost jumps out of her skin when she sees your figure slouched over on the couch, illuminated by the TV light.
Her hand rests over her heart, trying to calm herself as she stares at your unconscious body. “Honey?” Lusher whispers, creeping around to the front of the couch. You were fast asleep, neck bent uncomfortably as you curled into yourself, phone face down on the floor. Lusher holds back a squeal as she bends in front of you. You were still so, so cute to the woman crouched in front of your fast-asleep figure. As much as Lusher would love to leave you to get some well-deserved rest, she knows that if you stay like this any longer, your neck will be so sore tomorrow. The dancer gently shakes your shoulder, sighing as you mumble in your sleep, but don’t fully wake.
“Bub?"
No response.
She places a hand on your bicep, squeezing gently before stroking your arm. "Hey, pretty baby… c’mon, I’m home… let’s go to bed, hmm?” She whispers again, watching your eyelids flicker as you slowly wake. You whine, yawning before stretching out a little.
“Seoyoung?” You whisper softly, eyes still closed. Her hands come to cup your cheeks, giggling as you nuzzle into her warm touch.
“G’morning, pretty thing… I told you not to wait up for me…” Lusher murmurs, watching you stretch out once more, struggling to open your eyes.
“Mmmm… missed you. Don’t like going to bed without you…” you mumbled, eyes finally opening.
You blink once. Twice. Squinting a little at the woman in front of you. You shake your head, trying to figure out if your brain is really awake or not. Lusher smiles, cooing over how squishy you look between her palms.
“You…” Lusher hums as you don’t finish your thought, tilting her head and smiling cutely, her eyes forming those crescent moons that have your heart fluttering. Your hand comes up to her face, moving her curtain bangs away from her pretty face.
“You dyed your hair?”
Lusher laughs softly, stroking your cheek with a type of affection only you bring out of her. “Mhm… earlier this morning before I went to practice. Wanted to surprise you. You like?” She giggles at you. You look lovestruck, eyes glassy as you stroke her hair, twirling her now cool-toned grey strands between your fingers.
“You’re so pretty… Seoyoung’s so pretty…my pretty girlfriend is so... pretty.”
Lusher laughs cutely at your praise, gently propping her arms under yours, and lifting you to a sitting position.
“C’mere, hun. Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”
Your eyes are half-lidded as you look up at her, whining as she moves you but nodding nonetheless. You finally make it to your feet, stumbling forward and wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. Together, the two of you waddle into your shared bedroom. Lusher walks you back until your legs hit the mattress. She reaches around and pulls the sheets back, before tucking you in.
“I’ll be five minutes, okay, bub? Gonna have a shower and get changed.” She kisses your forehead before racing into your ensuite.
You whine at her absence and hear her giggle carry throughout the room. A fuzzy, warm feeling envelops your body as you snuggle into the pillows, surrounded by a mix of Lusher’s perfume and shampoo.
The shower stops running, and it’s only then you realise you must’ve dozed off. Before you can process it, your girlfriend reappears in the room, looking so cozy and cute, newly dyed hair pulled up into a half-hearted bun.
“You look so comfy, hun. Scoot over, lemme cuddle you.” You throw open the sheets, whining again at the cool air that hits your skin, before immediately being sated as Lusher slides in next to you and drags the covers back over the two of you. Pulled into her arms, she peppers your face with kisses, giggling. “You’re so cute. I missed you today.”
You smile at her words, cuddling into her embrace; trying to convey that you felt the same way, but your brain is so sleepy that no words come to mind. But she knows… you know she knows.
“I love you, baby…” you slur out almost incomprehensibly, but you must make enough sense to Lusher, as you can feel her lips curl into a smile on your skin. Her hands slip under your pyjamas, tracing little hearts on your back and cooing as your eyes start to droop once more.
She kisses your temple, feeling you relax in her arms and whispers back, “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
