Summary: While the leader group was filming a dance video, Kyoka came to visit her gf under the pretense of checking in on her own leader, but when she saw Marlee from Motiv talking and flirting with Rin, she couldn’t hold back her jealousy.
Warnings: angst+fluff
A/N: I had a request, but for some reason I couldn't post it because the tumblr was crashing. I really don't know what's wrong with the app, but I hope you, the person who requested it, is reading this and OH MY GOD I’m really nervous about whether you’ll like this or not, or if I managed to deliver what was requested, but either way I’m happy with how this fic turned out. Also, if you want, I can make an NSFW part two 😉😉 Also, I originally wrote this entire fic in my native language and only translated it into English afterward, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance! 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 This fic will be published on my Wattpad: yavahyi
PART TWO:
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 4 · Jealous|Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader PART TWO| 21+ · Summary: Rin(OC/reader) feels Kyoka's jealousy on herself…
Warnings: R
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Kyoka POV – Behind the scenes of the Leader Class video
The venue buzzed with noise. Light bounced off mirrored panels, and somewhere in the distance, a group of leaders moved in sync. The usual chaos. But Kyoka’s gaze was sharp—focused. She hadn’t come to watch or support just anyone.
She was here for one person.
Rin.
Kyoka walked calmly, with her usual poise—back straight, steps deliberate. A cap hid her face, sunglasses shielded her eyes, as if she were just casually dropping by to check on the leaders. A quick hello, a supportive nod, and she’d leave. That’s what she told herself that morning, nervously adjusting her clothes in the mirror.
But the second she turned the corner—everything fell apart.
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Far across the space, by the drink table, stood Rin. Her voice rang out like clinking glasses. Her movements were light, carefree. She was… flirting?
With Marlee.
Rin leaned in, whispered something in her ear—Marlee clutched her chest theatrically, and both burst into laughter. Marlee’s hand lingered on Rin’s shoulder a bit too long to be casual. Rin demonstrated a waacking move—classic, dramatic—mocking someone, probably. They laughed again, like nothing else in the world existed.
Kyoka froze.
The noise around her faded. No dancing, no voices, no music.
“Stay calm.” she told herself, fists tightening under her sleeves.
“You know Rin. She’s just… open. Playful. She charms everyone. It means nothing.”
But Marlee knew exactly what she was doing.
And this? This wasn’t just harmless teasing.
Kyoka took a step forward. Then another. Slow, measured, as if everything was fine. Her eyes, hidden behind her shades, sharp like a blade on glass.
Rin noticed her first. Surprise flickered, then warmth. She smiled brightly and waved.
— “Kyo! You came?!”
Kyoka paused for a heartbeat. Then gave a short nod.
— “Here to support my leader. Why not.”
Her voice was calm, almost sweet. Like a kettle about to boil.
Marlee turned with a slight nod.
— “Kyoka. What a pleasure. Though I think your timing’s a bit off—we were just talking about a collab. WACKD x Motiv, you know.”
Kyoka looked at her, blank and unbothered.
— “Of course. Rin rarely says no—if you’re persuasive enough.”
Marlee smirked. Rin giggled, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling in the air. Or pretending not to notice. And Kyoka kept watching. Marlee. Rin. The hand still resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
That’s when the first crack split her composure.
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Rin POV
— “Kyo! You came?!”
My voice slipped out before I could stop it. I felt my face flush. I was just talking to Marlee.
But the second Kyoka removed her sunglasses and looked at me—I felt it in my stomach.
That wasn’t how she usually looked at me with love.
That look? It went through me. As if I were air. Or worse—an inconvenience.
— “Here to support my leader. Why not,” she said. Calm. No smile. No spark.
I barely registered what Marlee was saying—something flirty, no doubt—but everything was buzzing in my ears. Like when the music cuts during a battle. Panic and silence. I didn’t know what to do.
Should I reach out? Laugh it off? Touch her fingers? Or just… apologize?
But then came another voice—confident, direct:
— “Kyoka, can I steal you for a sec?”
I turned. Ibuki. Right before Kyoka could walk away, I took a step toward her.
— “Kyo…”
But she didn’t even look at me.
She turned silently and walked off with Ibuki, like nothing here was worth staying for.
The silence hit like a slap.
Marlee cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to cut the tension:
— “Uhhh… wanna join the others? They’re dancing with Rie now.”
I exhaled too sharply.
I knew what that look meant. That silence. That storm in her walk.
Tonight wouldn’t end quietly.
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Third-person POV – Later that evening
The apartment felt stuffy. Rin had just walked in. Hadn’t even taken off her shoes when she heard it:
— “Seems like you had a fun time with Marlee.”
Kyoka’s voice—sharp, cold, cutting clean through the air. No greeting. No warmth. Just ice and control. Too calm to be normal.
Rin froze.
— “What are you talking about?”
Kyoka turned to her suddenly, like a switch had flipped. Her eyes burned.
— “What am I talking about? Really, Rin? You were laughing with her like you were in love, then looked at me like I was a stranger.”
Rin stepped closer, cautiously.
— “I just didn’t want people to get suspicious. You said it yourself—”
— “Don’t lie.” Kyoka stepped in, fast. — “I saw the way Marlee looked at you. And you didn’t seem to mind it.”
Rin swallowed hard.
— “You know that’s not true.”
— “Do I?” Kyoka’s voice sharpened. — “Then why was I standing there like a fucking idiot while you flirted with someone who clearly wants to fuck with you?”
It hit like a slap. Rin couldn’t respond. Just stared. Felt something inside her crack.
Kyoka stepped even closer.
— “I’m not your part-time girlfriend, Rin. I’m not some plush toy you come back to after you’ve soaked up enough attention from everyone else.”
A pause. Then:
— “Or just say it—are you ashamed of being with me? Scared people will find out and your perfect little image will crumble?”
Rin clenched her jaw.
— “Enough,” she whispered. — “Be mad, be jealous, fine. But don’t you dare say I’m ashamed of you. I’ve carried us through every close call. I’ve risked everything to keep us safe. Don’t you dare turn that into shame. I don’t owe you an apology for being careful.”
Silence.
Both of them stood on the edge.
Then Kyoka looked away. Her voice dropped to a murmur:
— “I just… I saw you laughing with her, and for a second, I thought—what if you’re happier without me?”
Rin stepped in gently. Touched her hand, hesitantly.
— “I can laugh with anyone. But happy? I’m only that with you.”
Kyoka didn’t answer. She pulled Rin into a kiss, arms locking around her waist. The kiss deepened quickly—hot, desperate, charged with everything unsaid. Anger. Fear. Longing.
— “I almost lost my mind seeing you two,” Kyoka breathed.
— “Kyo, you know I’m all yours,” Rin whispered.
And that—
That shattered the last of Kyoka’s restraint.
A/N: I'm sorry again for the language, English is not my native language at all, I wrote all the text in my own language and then translated it. I hope you enjoy this fic.
wswf ! ag squad ! d. vanessa x ojo gang ! f reader
✎𓂃 Hayashi Y/n, a legend in the underground scene, but a namw the world doesn’t know —until the show begins. And one girl, in particular, seems to take an interest in you. Yet surprisingly, you're willing to go along with it.
word count !
3.5 k
requested !
anon:
im so obsessed with wswf these days and i’m head over heels for Vanesa from AG Squad. Can we have like an au or a one shot where you’re part of OJOGANG and you met Vanessa for the first time?
author's note !
if i fall into this phase again, GENERAL WARNING FOLKS. this is all FICTION, and the people involved in the story are depicted from my own mind. THIS ISN'T REAL AND IS MEANT TO JUST FEED THE DELULU GIRLIES OUT THERE
also everything in italics in this fic is everything thats suppose to be in japanese!
The production lounge was warmer than you expected. You walked into the space with a sheer lime green top that had several cutouts, the mix of the cold wind from outside and the heat indoors had you expecting the flu at some point on this trip.
Sitting in the crew's hideout, you sat next to Kyoka, who watched as Ibuki practically paced around the room with lots of energy. The feeling of your silky raven hair threaded through fingers as you stare at your leader with amusement.
It's the first day of ‘World of Street Woman Fighter’ and you hadn’t expected this weird tension in the air. Frankly, you had been aware of the show due to being close with Yumeri, who was on the second season of the show. The dancer had expressed many of her hardships and how the show felt draining. So you believed you knew what to expect…
Oh, how wrong you actually were.
When all eight of you guys walked up the stairs and into the building, you felt how sweaty your palms instantly got when you were faced with cameras. Being filmed by a camera wasn’t new, but being filmed and being surrounded by such a high production—that’s a new feeling.
You’d been in plenty of spaces before—small clubs, large warehouses, outdoor lots with cracked concrete that had rubble scraping your hands. Ultimately, this show and the setting were a different sensation. There were bright lights everywhere, to the point that you thought you could go blind looking anywhere. The hideouts felt a bit… isolated, as each crew has a setup room in the large space.
You were grateful that the inside was pretty spacious and had couches comfortable enough to take a nap on.
“Is this energy really needed right now? It’s the first day,” Kyoka mumbled beside you, her cap covering the bottom half of her face. You giggle at the introvert, but also sigh, leaning back on the couch… also an introvert yourself.
“She’s excited to have a strong crew. Besides, it’s the first day, so let it slide.”
You feel the couch sink in deeper beside you as Kyoka groans, and you smile at the chaos going on. Uwa and Minami giggled amongst themselves, Hana sat on the couch watching Ibuki show off in front of the camera, Junna spaced off a bit but smiled every time she heard something funny, Kyoka is lowkey falling asleep, and you just watched everything unfold.
The group wasn’t complete, and Ibuki had caught everyone up to speed, explaining that Ruu’s flight had been delayed, but that was fine since the first mission needed instinct instead of choreography.
And everyone in the room knew that you guys had that covered.
“Y/n-chan and Kyoka-chan are our biggest surprise for them!” Ibuki holds out her two hands and moves to the side to reveal both of you behind her. It wouldn’t be surprising if Mnet were editing the ‘surprises’ to look like zombies because of your current state.
Hayashi Y/n—a name that isn’t heard much in the commercial dance world. You preferred to dance when you wanted, with tons of freedom. The more rules, the less inclined you are to join things like this. It always helped when there weren’t many cameras either. Honestly, the only reason you were here was due to Akita Renan getting injured last minute.
Kyoka reached out to you two weeks before the trip, saying Ibuki had become desperate for a ‘replacement.’ The vocabulary seemed harsh, but you were aware that it wasn’t how Ibuki said it, and Kyoka just presented it that way to you.
You reluctantly said yes to both the older women, stating that they owed you in the future for this.
As you space off, you begin to think of how every team reacted to you guys. A few days ago, the show brought you in to reveal the line-up of teams. It made you excited to meet some long-time friends from RHTokyo, and you were kind of fangirling over MOTIV.
You were aware that the rest of the crews would have large reactions about you guys, whether it was good or bad, never really came to your mind. Each team is shown on the screen, members flashing one by one, with everyone's credentials listed under your names and beside your photos.
It was strange watching each team, knowing you didn’t know many of them personally and only saw them through social media.
Now, on the same day, AG Squad had a different time slot from you guys in the studio. When it was OJO GANG’s turn and many of the girls pretty much fangirled. Of course, some things were said to keep the show interesting, but when your face came up, many of the girls fell confused.
Vanessa, who sat behind the couch, tilted her head slightly at the sight of you. She wasn’t super well-versed in all the dancers in comparison to the others in the group. So the fact that almost all of them were confused silently told her you weren’t famous at all.
The keyword is almost, because Kyra’s gasp from the couch had all the girls furrowing their brows at her. The Aussie stands up, eyes wide, while pointing at the television while exclaiming, “I followed her on IG last year after her dance competition at a club.”
“Underground dancing scene?” Vanessa mumbles, and Kyra nods. “She also does a lot of late-night park competitions.”
The third youngest tries her best to not make a face, yet her face contorts, lips parted, and pupils dilated as she stares at your photo. It’s a ¾ headshot of you, almost appearing like it was from a magazine.
Your hair is styled straight and blonde, reaching to your midriff. Sporting a lacey asymmetrical top that didn’t hide any skin. Vanessa’s eyes looked at every inch of that photo, finding multiple tattoos that mainly decorated your arms, piercings in many areas, and how your acrylic nails were full of designs that looked futuristic in silver.
You looked like someone Vanessa would be friends with… but also be afraid of. Many of the women on the show were intimidating; the leaders of each crew are a great example of that. But, like Kyoka, you had this aura that told anyone to stay away from you.
“She does have a lot of grand prizes under her name,” Ruthy points out with her pursed lips, and Kaea leans on her hand. “They aren’t super well-known like HHI.”
Aaliyah leans forward in her spot, her animated eyes lighting up, “Some of these are at parks! That’s actually really cool.”
Vanessa doesn’t say much, and fortunately, no one notices how frozen she is on the stool, just gawking at your picture.
From that day, she was pretty excited to meet you, even writing that she respects you as a dancer, even if she had NO IDEA about the way you danced. When the profile photos were released, you skimmed through and when passing through AG Squad’s from the bed of your hotel room with Kyoka as your roommate.
“Oh?” Your voice breaking through the silence has your roommate peaking over at you from her bed, a brow raised since this was the only sound you made in the past three hours as you two lay in bed.
“What is it?”
You read through the rest of Vanessa’s profile while telling, “Vanessa-san put me down as one of her respected dancers.”
“Whose the other one?"
“Rie-chan,” you answered, and Kyoka almost choked on her water. “You guys are wayyyy different dancers.”
“I’m well aware,” you tell her honestly, which sparks a sense of confusion. It made you think if you and Rie were similar in any aspect, but you couldn’t think of anything. That’s at least where your thoughts are about the Aussie stops.
Now you were all in the Street Woman Fighter building, just waiting for your turns to be called.
On the television in your hideout, there's a loud slamming sound, and the words telling all of you to head to the fight zone. Ibuki leads you all to the stage area, excited giggles escaping her lips as you all make it up the stairs and into the fight zone.
Once the area is in your view, you immediately notice how every crew is there except AG and RH. Doing what you do best, as you guys walked onto the stage, circling around like sharks, your eyes couldn’t stop looking around. If people were able to put their hands up on who they made eye contact with, everyone's hands would be up right now.
Maiya from the Royal Family covers her mouth with a hand, then glances towards Moana while leaning in a bit, “She’s scary.”
“Which one?” Moana whispers back, but looks forward as Maiya does the same. “The one in the lime green top.”
“For sure, looks like she’s trying to maul all of us.”
“Who?” Teesha asked, especially after hearing the word maul. “Lime green top. Y/n, I think.”
Teesha looks across and definitely agrees. With Kyoka, you, Ibuki, and Minami sitting on the lower bench, it was a scary sight. It was like you three were guarding Ibuki, who's looking like your boss.
The lights around the fight zone were brighter than they had any right to be, but thank the lords you wore some shades that did well in dimming the lights. Three hours of sleep, one black coffee, an orange, and an energy drink were the only things keeping you from just… shutting down. The sunglasses were less about the style and more about saving yourself from looking shitty on camera.
You waited for confessionals, and Mnet had called it ‘feedback.’ The big screen lit up with MOTIV’s reactions first. The entire crew hears excited screams, and the camera cuts to Marlee standing up, and doing some top rock with how hype she is to see you and Kyoka.
She yells, “I knew it!” Making all of you laugh at the sight. Both of you look over at the American team, who look a bit embarrassed, but the moment broke the suffocating tension in the fight zone.
“Kyoka has 19 years of battle experience, countless.”
“As a woman in street dance, I respect both of them. Both really dope women in the space,” Fantaye’s grin nearly split her face.
Kyoka side-eyed you with the smallest smirk, and you tilted your head just enough for the shades to catch the light. It was nice hearing it from people who actually knew the scene.
Then came Lee Jung’s voice, cool and edged. “Ibuki’s good at waacking, but… Lip J is on another level. Honestly? She’s better.”
You didn’t flinch, but you were listening. This damn show just wanted you to react so they could get views, and you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction of that. It was the thing about this franchise—half the fun was watching the editors stir the pot.
BUMSUP’s comments followed, and Mnet made sure to make them not look so nice in anyones eyes, huh. “Hm, I don’t really see them beating Lip J in a battle,” Rihey’s tone was casual but sharp.
“She’s got that experience,” Honey J added, “Ibuki’s great, but Lip J… she’s our rep. She’s gonna take it.”
You leaned back against the bench, jaw still relaxed, letting them talk. Then another set of confessionals rolled.
“I think RHTokyo vs OJO GANG would be the real fight,” AG Squad said, leaning toward the camera.
“Yeah,” Zari agrees as the Royal Family says the same opinion, “Both from Japan, both strong in their own way.”
The “Japan vs Japan” angle would work like a charm on this show… bc it really was unnecessary. On screen, Royal Family’s Maiya laughed, “Of the two? RH’s better.”
Kaea from AG Squad nodded in her segment, “Rie’s… the queen of Japan.”
Beside you, Kyoka let out a breathy chuckle and turned her head toward you. “What are they saying?” she muttered, as if the comments were just bad stand-up comedy. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to smother the giggle that almost came out.
Then Lee Jung’s face popped up again in the confessional cuts. “Honestly, RHTokyo should be the only ones repping Japan here.”
Kyoka’s smile flattened into something tighter, Ibuki’s arms crossed a little harder, but you stopped paying attention. RHTokyo’s younger members were already showing their egos in their confessionals, and frankly, you were too tired to care.
“I don’t even know who that girl is,” Asuka from RHTokyo frowned into the camera. “Y/n? Never heard of her. Kinda surprising she’s even here.”
That one made your lips twitch into a smirk behind the shades. Ibuki and Kyoka’s names came up in most talks about battling, their reputations enough to speak for them. You, on the other hand? Apparently you were still an enigma to everyone, and you were perfectly fine with that.
The screen shifted to the live feed—AG Squad’s name in bold letters, their entrance music starting. You exhaled, ready to just watch and zone out.
…That plan literally died the second Vanessa walked in.
Baggy pants hanging low on her hips, a bikini top that didn’t cover much, came into view. Out of everyone, she was easily the least clothed—and easily the most distracting thing you’d seen all day.
The word slipped out before you could stop it, low, “Atsui…” (Hot.)
You immediately hoped the mics hadn’t caught that, but Kyoka’s head whipped toward you, eyes wide below her hat. Her shoulders started shaking as she bowed her head, clearly trying to hold back a bass-boomed laugh. The serious “intimidation moment” of AG Squad’s entrance was basically ruined on your bench.
Once you're back to reality, RHTokyo was already seated in their respective spots, and everyone was listening to the announcements from Sung Hanbin’s voice cut through the speakers, officially talking about the no respect missions and how you were all to put stickers on the leaders. Everyone did just that, and you gladly put one on Teesha for your upcoming battle.
Afterwards, the cameras cut, and it’s time to change for the battles.
Back in the hideout, the crews scattered to their rooms. You sank into the quiet of your space, changing in an area of the room that gave privacy. Unfortunately, it was a small space, so each of you had to wait for your turn. Everyone knew you wouldn’t take long, so they let you go first, and by the time you emerged, you were in something simpler than the outfit you wore before. A tight white wife-beater, sleek black sweatpants that would definitely be getting censored due to the Adidas logo on the side, and your hair pulled into a low, neat ponytail with some plain white sneakers.
Instead of waiting for all the girls, you decide to try and wait at the fight zone instead. You were alone, moving toward the staircase, headphones tucked into your ears, the muted hum of music distracting you.
Vanessa stepped out of the AG Squad hideout almost simultaneously. She hadn’t noticed you at first, her focus on adjusting the hem of her baggy pants and fixing the strap on her top. Then, when she heads in the same direction, she recognizes your hair right away.
Vanessa was always down to make new friends, yet she wasn’t sure what she was going to say to you at first. All she knew was… she’s basically speed walking to catch up to you right now. Her eyes kept flicking up at your face once she was somewhat beside you, but she didn’t dare look fully.
You're still wearing your shades, and when you get a glimpse of her, you smirk, which doesn’t go unnoticed. She had no idea you knew she was watching, and you weren’t about to tell her.
“Y/n,” she finally breathed, voice low, careful. “I—uh, I just… I wanted to say… you’re really cool.” She glanced away quickly, then back again, caught in her own hesitation. You could almost wince at how awkward it sounded, not expecting her to sound like that. Thinking you would hear confidence, especially in how she dressed, it was cute to see her fumbling with her words.
You simply give her a “thanks,” then give her figure a once-over. It looked to her as if you were trying to intimidate the competition, and it was working, but all you wanted to do was look at the eye candy the world had presented in front of you today.
Not only that, but Vanessa is taken aback by your voice. When she listened to OJO’s confessionals, you sounded husky, but other than that, it was normal. But right in front of her, your voice while speaking in English, almost had her shaking in her boots.
“Your voice… it sounded normal in confessionals.”
“Normal?” you asked, tilting your head. The words honestly just slipped out, but Vanessa does well in saving herself.
“In Japanese,” she admitted, voice quiet. Then she blinked, caught in the embarrassment of being caught confessing a tiny thought aloud. You chuckled softly, pulling out your earbuds. “It’s normal… in English too,” you said, your accent slipping just a bit.
Her breath hitched in a quiet gasp, her hand froze mid-adjustment, a strand of her hair constantly being touched by her. Her eyes widened slightly, lips parted just enough for you to notice.
“English?” she murmured, almost to herself, just thinking. Then, quickly, “I mean… your voice… it’s… sexy,” she added, almost under her breath.
The last word was said in a rush, like she wasn’t supposed to, and her gaze darted down, then back up at you. You smirked, letting the shades tilt up in between your fingers, just enough to see her clearly. “Sexy, huh?” you teased, voice low, amused. “You like Japanese girls, or is it more the voice?”
Her cheeks are now flushed red, hand going to cover her mouth as a reflex, but the gesture did nothing to hide the obvious flustered state she’s in. Her foot tapped a rhythm against the floor, nervous about everything happening right now.
You kept your grin, taking the time to slow your pace to match hers while walking, to the point that ist was so slow, you weren’t even at the stairs yet. “You know,” you said softly, “I could tell you were watching me after you guys came in.”
She froze, eyes widening again, hands dropping instantly to her sides. “I—what? No! I wasn’t—”
“Relax,” you interrupted, shaking your head with a little laugh. “I think it’s cute. You don’t have to hide it.”
A faint bite of her lip, a small lean closer, a shift in the weight of her shoulders—it all said the same thing to you at least. She wasn’t trying to make it obvious, but it’s clear that she likes you.
“Anyway,” you continued, letting your voice take on a teasing edge, “if you’re trying to impress me, you’re doing a pretty good job.” You winked under the shades, smirking at the way her knees almost buckled, her hands flying to her hips to try and balance herself.
Before she could come up with a response, the door to their hideout swung open and Aliyah stepped out. She didn’t say anything, not acknowledging either of you yet, but the moment she appeared, Vanessa straightened immediately, blinking and clearing her throat.
You smiled softly, giving a small wave. “Later,” you said, and turned to go up the staircase, leaving Vanessa standing frozen in place.
A giggle sounded from behind her—Aaliyah, clearly amused by the way Vanessa was still staring after you, muttered under her breath. “Looks like someone’s got a crush.”
Vanessa’s cheeks flushed even deeper, eyes darting in the direction you went, muttering something inaudible as she tried to regain composure.
You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips as you headed down the stairs, the energy in the air lighter, playful, and entirely yours to enjoy.
After a minute, Vanessa hadn’t even come in yet, but Kyoka does and she lookst at you interested in why she could hear the younger girls of AG Squad mumbling your name quietly at the bottom of the stairs.
“What did you do to the poor girl?”
“What makes you think I did anything wrong?”
Her eye twitches at the sound of you acting offended, the second oldest of OJO knowing you extremely well. When she dosen’t budge, your roll your eyes, then following with a devious smile.
“Totally did not flirt with her.”
“Yah!”
She threatens to hit you, and you put your hands up. Your just about to continue your sentence when Vanessa, Aliyah, and Kaleece walk by, the oldest of the three clearly tyring her best to not make eye contact with you.
But you had a strong feeling, Vanessa wont be out of your head anytime soon. You turn to look to the right, declaring to Kyoka, “Relax, I’m planning to ask for her number tonight.”
“Really? She’s got you hooked fast.”
“Well she clearly doesn’t have to do much to get my attention—she’s hypnotizing,” you mumble the last part and Kyoka only shrugs at the first part of your declaration.
ok… i’ve been obsessed with breakdancing and swf3 lately, especially the motiv mega crew performance.
And i’ve also been re-watching the8 breakdancing at concerts, and i’ve never been more mesmerized
And i just thought of this svt 14th member that has a talent for dancing and breakdancing in general and have been choreographing for a long time.
And in one of the special stages like mama or any other awards ceremony. She gets to perform like kind of hip hop breakdancing with other talented dancers in the kpop community like bailey from allday project or emily from badvillian. And she particularly have a solo part that she breakdance and does all kinds of move like logistx in motiv
And all of seventeen doesn’t know about this performance and was kind os surprised and amazed of her stage presence (especially the8+hoshi+hhu)
If anyone that knows how to write scenarios and imagines i would highly appreciate your hard work. And if this request is to cringe or to hard to write bcs of the dance moves you can ignore this post
English is not my first language so I apologize if i make any spelling mistake or grammar in this request!!!!
angst: reader used to be in the same crew as kyoka but left unexpectedly right after winning ‘Juste Debout 2016’ together which caused alot of anger and confusion to Kyoka (classic Mnet beef). But turns out you left because of a bad injury (or any other valid reason) and Kyoka was cold at first but softened up after your injury relapsed during a mission.
Pulse | Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader
Warnings: angst+fluff
Word count: 3.6 k
A/n: Aww guys, I’m so sorry I disappeared 😭😭 I really hope this fic was worth the wait. Enjoy! Also my wattpad: yavahyi
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The girls and I entered the combat zone with excitement. Looking around, I realized that we were the last team. In addition to us, Royal Family, Motiv, Ag Squad, Bumsup and.. Ojo Gang participated in the world of street woman fighter. Sitting down in their seats, the big screen began to show the reactions of other teams to us. No words hurt me, like Kyoka’s words
(I hope she doesn’t stab Rie and RHTokyo in the back… but judging by her habits, the blade might already be sharpened.)
These words reflected on me as if they put on me the same loop from which I ran away for so many years. As if everything I tried to forget came back in one sentence. But Kyoka will not be left without an answer.
–まだ引きずってるの？もう9年も経ったんだよ。そろそろ大人になったら？
(You still can’t let it go, huh? It’s been nine years — time to grow up.)
I shouted her with poison in response. Rie, who was sitting next to me, slapped me on the hand, hinting that I should not start a drama. The whisper went all over the battle zone. Indeed, it couldn't be otherwise. After learning that Kyoka would also participate in this competition, I realized that we could not avoid a scandal, but I gave myself (girls and managers) a promise that I would avoid her. But how did I know what would happen very soon..
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"Welcome to World Street Woman Fighter. I'm Sung Hanbin, your host. Here's how we'll decide the rankings for class mission. The fight judges will grade your performance individually and the rankings will be decided based on the sum of your crew members scores." Everyone welcomed the host. Some girls started screaming and admiring him. Hanbin is really handsome. He began to explain the rules and how I would judge them.
"All right, let's watch the rookie's dance video."
Everyone admired the creation of Aaliyah and Vanessa from Aq Squad. At the end of the clip, they were given the floor to choose the worst dancer. And as expected, they chose Kylie and Maya from the Royal Family.
– «We gave them time to rehearse, but instead of following direction, they filmed TikToks. It really irritated me. It felt like their heads weren’t in the game.» – Ag Squad girls argued their decision.
There were more discussions, but I couldn't focus. My thoughts were a jumble, and the conversations and judges' voices were white noise to me. They quickly moved from discussing the rookie class to watching the middle class. My heart skipped a beat. I felt Rena's comforting hand on mine.
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It was a filming day for the middle class. We all took our positions, ready to dance. I felt weak all morning, but I didn't want to let my team down. When we were given the command to start, we all began dancing. The filming seemed to last forever, but it was actually just one day. During breaks, I always stepped away from everyone, seeking fresh air. Every shot was challenging for me, but I tried to hide my discomfort, as I didn't want us to be the worst dancers.
Here's a new location for filming, we're dancing with ojo gang and bumsup. Due to problems with the camera, we started shooting again what we had been shooting for an hour before. A whole hour of hellish torment. Listening to instructions, hearing comments, feeling that you are about to faint, and, oh, being in the same room with Kyoka, and even more so dancing next to you was a hellish torment.
– «Are you fucking kidding me?» – I was indignant at the words of the cameraman, to which other girls were added
– «please forgive me for the malfunction of the camera, but you will still have to dance it again.» – the cameraman's words angered the girls even more, but we had no choice.
We started dancing again. After a couple of steps, my chest became so hard that I stopped understanding where I was - everything around became vague and alien. I tried to breathe in the air deeper and concentrate on the dance, but it didn't work - the air seemed to run out somewhere halfway. My throat tightened, my heart was beating fast and unevenly, my temples were pounding.
Finally, we finished the dance and were given a break for 30 minutes. I moved away from my girls. It felt like I was suffocating. I even stopped, grabbed the wall, and I was terribly scared. My head seemed to be covered - the sounds dimmed, my eyes darkened. The whole body asked: "Stop, sit down, get some air, ask for help." Asuka came up to me and started saying something, but I didn't understand her. The space floated. The sound moved away, became deaf, like under water. Faces, voices, everything meraged into one muddy noise. I noticed that a few people gathered around me, but before I finally fainted, my eyes stopped on Kyoka, who was shaking me by the shoulders, trying to bring me to my senses.
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I opened my eyes - everything is floating. White ceiling, bright light, some sounds... and silence inside. I'm in the hospital. It's immediately clear from the smell and the drop in the hand. My heart is pounding hard, as if with interruptions. My head is spinning, my body is weak, like after running in a dream.
I'm trying to remember what happened. Shooting? Cameras? Kyoka?.. a nurse came up to me. Calmly, without unnecessary words:
- «You have heart problems, maybe you know. You lost consciousness because of crazy loads. Your condition is unstable, the doctor recommends withdrawing from the show.»
I stayed silent. There was nothing to say.
There’d already been a heart surgery in 2016. I thought everything was fine.
And now — here we go again.
I was barely coming to my senses when the nurse appeared — bustling around, checking the IV, tapping something on the monitor.
Then she suddenly turned to me with a smile and said:
— «You have such a sweet girlfriend. She sat by your side all night, didn’t leave for a second.»
I nearly snapped my neck turning to her in shock.
— «What? What… girlfriend?..»
My brain couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t even fully aware of where I was, and now I was being told I had a girlfriend.
— «Kyoka, right? Isn’t she yours?» – the nurse went on, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. — «She’s been here since last night. Just left recently — we had to push her out of the room. So worried… If I were you, I’d hold on tight to someone like that.»
While I lay there, trying to process what was happening, the door clicked open — and there stood Rie.
— «Oh, you’re awake!» — she smiled wide, though I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. — «Honestly, I was starting to think you were faking it just to skip filming»
I tried to smirk, but it came out weak. My throat was dry, and even my eyes didn’t feel fully awake.
– «Very funny,» — I croaked. — «My heart literally stopped. Or almost.»
Rie stepped closer, sat at the edge of the bed, and looked at me seriously.
— «I know. We were all scared. Kyoka was panicking. She was barking orders on set — “bring this, call that, where’s the ambulance.” And then she nearly got into it with the on-call doctor. He tried to limit visitors, said it was too late, and she just looked him in the eye and said, “I’m not leaving. Either you let me in, or call your supervisor.”»
I blinked. This morning just kept getting weirder.
— «Wait, so she really… stayed here?»
Rie nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world:
— «From the evening on. Sat by your bed and didn’t move. Said, “If she wakes up, I want to be the first thing she sees.” Just like a dorama scene» — Rie laughed.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, even though my body protested.
— «Did she… say anything? Like…»
— «Like she’s in love with you and wants have your kids?» — Rie smirked. — «No. But her eyes? They said it all. You were everything to her. Honestly, I was shocked. I thought your friendship died ages ago. The way she acted on the show? It felt like she erased you from her life.»
I sank back onto the pillow, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers.
— «I honestly don’t understand anything anymore… I thought she hate me.»
Rie sighed, leaned closer, locking eyes with me:
— «Maybe you thought that. But clearly, she didn’t. So when she comes back — and trust me, she will — be ready. And don’t pull that “what are you trying to say?” face. It’s suspiciously cute, by the way.»
I snorted.
And then — silence. Just the beep of the monitor and the steady rhythm of my heart finally beating the way it’s supposed to.
Though who knows… maybe it’ll falter again the moment Kyoka walks in.
But she didn’t.
And somehow… I expected that. What did I want from her, after the way she treated me?Did I even have the right to ask for anything, when I was the one who left — left us?She had every reason to ignore me, to pretend I didn’t exist.
But if she hated me so much…
Why did she stay with me all night? Why did she care so much, after how cruel she was to me on that show?
Why…
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— «The girls from RHTokyo gave us some trouble on set, but despite that, they did well. The worst dancers were the girls from Ag Squad.»
At those words, I let out a sigh of relief and released Rena’s hand, which I’d been squeezing so hard it probably turned purple. I could feel my girls patting me on the back and shoulder, giving their support. This mission ended pretty well for us, all things considered.
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After the shoot, we returned to the hotel where all the teams were staying. Thank God we were on different floors. But, of course, I wasn’t that lucky in every way. First — my room was on the twentieth floor. And second — fucking hell, my room was right next to Kyoka’s. Seoul clearly had it out for me.
Just another slap in the face from life. The girls wanted to grab dinner at a café, but I declined and headed back to the hotel alone. As I walked in, I noticed Kyoka waiting for the elevator. Since there was only one, I chose to ride up with her. Thanks, but climbing twenty flights of stairs didn’t sound appealing — especially after being in the hospital.
We were both headed to the twentieth floor, and with the ride being so long, the silence between us became suffocating. Then, to my surprise, she suddenly spoke.
— «Why did you never tell me about your heart condition? Why didn’t you say anything about the surgery? Why did you just leave… without a word?»
*****
Flashback, 2016, Paris
Joy overflowed in me every single second. Everything inside was screaming: we did it!
Kyoka and I hadn’t just won another battle — we had conquered the world. Juste Debout. Paris.
The finals against the Dutch duo, Jeems and Lil’ Blade. We were standing on stage while the crowd roared like an ocean. I felt like I was on top of the world, and that world was applauding me.
And then — a sudden blow. Not to the body.
To everything.
I remember the dressing room dimming, like someone had turned off the light in my eyes. A loud hum in my ears. My head — completely empty.
Then came the ambulance. The sirens. The hospital.
An oxygen mask. People talking way too fast. And the doctor’s voice cutting through the noise:
I woke up in a white hospital room. Everything was quiet. Next to me — a monitor, beeping in steady, dull tones. I blinked. My throat was dry, my body heavy like soaked cloth. The door opened. A doctor walked in — gray-haired, eyes exhausted. He looked at me like he already knew he was about to say something that would break me.
He sat on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly, almost with pity:
— «The surgery was successful. We managed to save you. But if you keep dancing like you did before — your heart won’t make it. Next time… might be the last. I strictly forbid you from going back to your old training. No competitions. No stages. No pushing your limits. This isn’t advice. It’s the condition for staying alive.»
I just stared at him. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even breathe. It felt like every word he said hammered into me like a nail. Then he left. And I was alone.
No pain. No fear. Just emptiness. Like everything I had lived for — had simply vanished.
I was a world champion. And now I was forbidden from doing the one thing my heart beat for.
And now… it beat too quietly.
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They discharged me a week later. No one visited during that time. My family stayed in touch through social media — they were in Japan, and I was in Paris.
When I flew back to Osaka, I went to the studio late at night. My coach was there, arms crossed, waiting. She wasn’t surprised. She already knew.
— «I’m leaving Rushball,» – I said.
She didn’t argue. Just nodded.
There was understanding in her eyes. And a quiet sadness.
— «What about Kyoka? Are you going to talk to her?» – she asked.
— «No. I… I just can’t anymore. Please ask her not to contact me. Say whatever you need to, just… don’t tell her the real reason I’m leaving.»
Another nod. That was it. End of the conversation.
And for me — the end of an era.
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The next day, my phone exploded.
Notifications.
From Kyoka.
“Are you serious?”
“After everything?”
“What, you’re some queen now?”
“Just say you’re full of yourself and stop acting like the victim.”
I didn’t reply.
How do you even explain that you can’t do the thing you love anymore — because your own heart has turned against you?
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A week passes.I’m walking through the city to the pharmacy. Bag slung over my shoulder, hood up, silence.
And then — a voice:
— “Y/n?”
I turn around.
Her.
Kyoka is standing right in front of me.
Her face twisted — half rage, half pain.
— «You ran away,» – she says. – «Like a rat.»
I say nothing.
— «You didn’t even bother to say goodbye properly. Or at least explain why.»
I lower my eyes.
— «Oh right, you’re a ‘champion’ now. Too busy for us mere mortals, huh?»
— «Kyoka…» – I whisper.
— «Shut up!» – she yells. – «We won together, Y/n. That was our victory. And you stole it. Took it and vanished.»
I try to speak, but don’t even get the chance.
A slap.
She turns and walks away. I stay frozen.
My cheek is burning. My chest — hollow. And all I want to say is:
“I just wanted to stay alive…”
But there’s no one left to hear it. It was all too much for the sixteen-year-old me.
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The hum of the elevator.
A small space where the air feels compressed. Kyoka stands across from me, shoulders tense. Her eyes pierce into me, searching my face for answers.
Ding.
The elevator doors open, but I don’t even have time to move. She grabs my arm — sharply, firmly — and pulls me with her.
— «What are you doing?!» I blurt out, panic in my voice.
She doesn’t answer. Just keeps pulling.
We walk down the hallway. She unlocks a door, rushes inside, throws down her bag — the keycard clatters to the floor.
The door slams shut. I stand there, still stunned. She turns to me. There’s a storm in her eyes.
— «Why did you hide all of this from me?!» Her voice cracks. «Do you know what I’ve felt all these years?»
I swallow the lump in my throat. Pain in my chest. But I know what I want to say:
— «Why did you wait for me at the hospital?»
Silence.
Her breathing hitches. No answer. Just a look — straight into my soul.
— «Why did you hide your illness and the surgery?»
A question for a question. Great. Silence again.
Kyoka lowers her head. Her hands are trembling. She opens her mouth like she’s about to say something sharp, but her voice breaks. Then she moves toward me. Fast. Certain. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me into a hug, hard.
We cry. Both of us. Together. Not sobbing, not wailing. Just… unraveling.She holds me like if she lets go, I’ll disappear.
— «It was hard to let you go…» she whispers into my hair. «But I had to. I couldn’t hold on. I wasn’t strong enough. It was unbearable…»
I tremble.
— «All this time… everything we lived through… and one illness shattered it all. My heart…»
She lets out a shaky breath.
— «But you know what hurt the most? Not that you disappeared. But that I… I…»
— «That you what?» Kyoka asks, her voice barely audible.
Her voice is trembling. No anger. No reproach. Just confusion. And fear — fear of hearing something she might’ve longed for… or dreaded.
I exhale. Like I’m stepping off a cliff. But I speak anyway.
— «I wasn’t just afraid of you finding out about the illness…»
Pause. She looks into my eyes, unblinking.
— «I was afraid that if you found out how much I loved you… you’d break my heart before the disease ever could.»
She freezes. I feel her fingers tightening on my back. Silent. I go on, my voice cracking:
— «You were older, stronger, more talented. You were like fire to me — impossible, blinding. I looked at you and wanted to be worthy. Not just to be your dance partner. But to be the one who… who loves you. I always loved you. From the very beginning. And I still do…»
I barely get the last words out. My lips are trembling, my breath shattered. I’m terrified to meet her eyes — but I do anyway.
Kyoka is still. Not even breathing. Her lips pressed tight, as if holding something in.
— “Kyoka…” I whisper.
And in that moment, she closes the distance. No words.
She grabs my face, my cheeks, my chin — and kisses me.
Deeply. Fiercely. Tenderly.
Like the kiss has been waiting for years.
I don’t even have time to process it — just feel her hands, her breath, the salty taste of tears on our lips. Mine? Hers? I can’t tell anymore.
She pulls back for a second. Looks me in the eyes. Her gaze is burning.
— “You’re such an idiot…” she says, almost laughing and crying at the same time.
Kyoka steps back, her eyes red, her breath torn to shreds. She looks at me like she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life — and it finally came.
— “After Osaka…” she whispers. “After that slap… I thought it was over. That you erased me from your life as easily as you slipped out of mine with no explanation.”
She takes a step back, like her words are burning her throat.
— “I hated you. And at the same time… I couldn’t live without you. I wandered the streets where we used to walk after practice… couldn’t sleep, eat, dance. Everything lost its meaning. Everything inside me screamed: ‘Come back. Tell me this was all a mistake.’”
Her voice drops, almost breaks:
— “Do you know what it’s like? Replaying that moment over and over? When I called you ‘stuck-up’, hit you… and left. Then stood in the elevator with hands shaking like a child’s. I wanted to come back. Say I loved you. That I’d forgive everything, if you’d just explained.”
Kyoka pauses. Then steps forward again and takes my hands.
— «I wasn’t mad because you left. I was mad because you left in silence. Because you didn’t give me the choice. I would’ve stayed. With you. To the end. Even if you collapsed — I would’ve held you up. But you never let me.»
She exhales, clutching my hands tightly:
— «I carried that pain for nine years. A war between resentment and love. And now that you’re in front of me again, with those damn eyes and that unbearable closeness that still drives me crazy… I’m not letting you disappear again. Not this time. Not tonight…»
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The girls from the other teams were clearly stunned when Kyoka and I walked onto the set together — not just side by side, but close. Almost too close. Like we’d never been apart.
Someone froze with a water bottle halfway to their lips. Someone stared. Someone pretended not to notice — but their eyes still slid our way.
And when the girls from her own team saw her back during the outfit change — covered in fine, fresh scratches — and those unmistakable hickeys on her neck…
The silence in the locker room thickened like steam. Someone bit their lip. Someone whispered:
— «Is that from… her?»
And Ibuki just exhaled a single word:
— «Finally.»
Kyoka glanced at her reflection in the mirror — the scratches, the marks, herself — and smirked ever so slightly.No hiding. No excuses. Hair tucked behind the ear. Chin up. Shoulders square.
A proud, almost defiant look in the mirror.
As if it wasn’t just a reflection — but a trophy.
And in that moment, no one needed any words. Everyone understood.
Jealous|Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader PART TWO| SMUT 21+
Summary: Rin(OC/reader) feels Kyoka's jealousy on herself…
Warnings: Really smut for this one
A/N: OAOAOA FINALLY 🥳🥳 I'm really looking forward to your feedback! Also, just a heads up, I originally wrote this in my native language and then translated it into English. Enjoy!
P.s. this fic are publishing on my wattpad: yavahyi
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–"I almost lost my mind seeing you two," Kyoka breathed.
– "Kyo, you know I'm all yours," Rin whispered.
And that—
That shattered the last of Kyoka's restraint.
As if she had been released from a chain, she tore Rin's shirt off with such passion that the buttons scattered across the room. She pushed her onto the bed, hovering over her, and simultaneously removed her own T-shirt, leaving only a sports top.
Rin literally trembled in Kyo's arms, breathing languidly into her lips. The kisses moved from her lips to her neck, leaving hickeys.
– "Your smell drives me crazy..." – Kyoka runs her tongue along Rin's slender neck, descending with kisses. With one motion, she removes Rin's bra and begins to persistently caress her girlfriend's breasts, taking one nipple into her mouth and gently sucking it, while simultaneously pinching the other between her fingers and teasing it gently.
Kyoka was watching every reaction, every movement of her body and face. She wanted to absorb everything tonight. She wanted to take everything from Rin, everything she had made her feel. Tonight would be her punishment.
Pulling her mouth away from her breast, she ran her hand up Rin's spread legs, lifting her skirt. Kyoka’s long fingers brushed against Rin's already wet crotch through the thin fabric, lightly touching her clit. Rin's body jerked as if she had been electrocuted. Kyoka wasn’t going to hesitate any longer. A soft moan escaped Rin's lips.
–“Let’s get rid of everything you don’t need,” and with those words, Rin's skirt and panties were sent flying across the room.
In response to her actions, she received moans that were sweeter than any lullaby.
But suddenly, Kyoka pulled away from her and flipped their bodies over. Rin was now sitting on the blonde's thighs.
– "Before you get pleasure, work your pretty mouth. Show me what it can do besides flirting with other bitches."
Her words made Rin wet. She reached for another kiss and began to move down, caressing Kyoka's body with her hands and kisses. When she reached the bottom of her stomach, she removed Kyo's pants and panties.
Rin slowly leans forward, runs his tongue all over her wet pussy, and wraps his lips around her clit. If she were asked what his favorite flavor was, right now she's the answer: Kyoka
A hand rests on her head, forcing her to move more actively. And Rin obeys, actively moving her head and sucking on her clit like the most depraved whore, while also managing to moan, sending vibrations through Kyo's pussy. Her hips move in response. Kyoka is clearly enjoying the sight and the slurping sounds and moans from Rin. After all, this is a show just for her.
Suddenly, Kyo grabbed Rin's hair and pulled her towards her. She covers the plump lips with her own, immediately penetrating her mouth with her tongue. The kiss is passionate, animalistic, and the ladies bite each other's lips until they bleed. The taste of her own pussy, which she could feel through the kiss, drove her insane with arousal.
–“You’re very tasty,” Rin whispered into her ear, burning it with her breath and biting the lobe of her ear.
– “Fuck me,” oh, she was definitely going to regret this.
***
Rin arched her back, fidgeted in bed, and moaned as she endured her punishment.
– “Kyoka…” echoed through the walls of the room. “Kyoka… I can’t take this anymore… I’m gonna…”
– “No” the elder one interrupted, stopping her thrusts, looked at her sternly “I don’t allow it, if you disobey, then you will be bad, baby.”
Kyoka resumed her thrusts, fucking her girlfriend with her strap. She denied her orgasm many times, tormenting Rin, who moaned and screamed at the top of her lungs. Kyo didn't care. Let the whole world hear her fucking the most desirable girl on the planet. Let them envy her.
Rin scratched the blonde's back, causing her to let out a soft growl.
– "Fuck, how many times have I told you not to smile at others like that? Have you forgotten whose you are? Have you forgotten who you belong to?" Kyoka raises her voice. Her eyes reflect a mix of anger and animalistic jealousy.
– “I.. ahh.. I’m yours, Kyo. I belong to you only..” Kyoka attacked her neck with bites again
– “please, I want to cum so much.. please Kyo..”
– “apologize for flirting with her. For letting her talk to you like that. For making me jealous.” each word was accompanied by rough and deep thrusts
