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[diana-rose-25]

— Let's Dance

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

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pairing/s: BEBE! Bada Lee x Jam Republic! Reader x Wolf'Lo! Chocol

warnings: None so far, an unrealistic description of being an exchange foreign student, might confuse some words in ballet (as most of them are only through research and not based on experience).

description: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballet and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, Jam Republic. Making the team's aura far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers.

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"Monika, our fight judge. What will be your criteria today?" Kang Daniel, the host, asked Monika once the commotion has died down. 

"Honestly, some of the dance leaders here have been a dance contest judge for a long time. So, I dare say, I'll be cruelly objective and consider only what I see here. I won't consider my seniors' achievements in the past but only by result."

Shownu followed up next. “Based on what I’ve learned in my music career, and my sincere love for this show, I’ll evaluate your dance honestly.”

“Everybody in here is a professional. I don’t need to tell you that, and it’s going to be whoever’s day it is today. I have much respect for all of you guys. I’ll do my best to be a perfect judge for you today.” Mike Song concluded. 

(Y/N) nodded and clapped in appreciation. The fact that the judges said their objectives loudly and unapologetically made her breathe a sigh of relief. Especially since her senior and former teacher, Baby Sleek, is a participant of this competition. In her mind, and mostly the minds of the others, Baby Sleek is untouchable on the dance floor. 

Her heart dropped at the thought of battling one-on-one with her former teacher. She is confident in her skills and talent on the dance floor, but facing off against Baby Sleek – she’ll be lucky if she even gets one vote from the judges. Everything she learned about freestyle dancing and hip hop stems from her. 

The final person to be introduced was none other than DJ SOM before the rules of the challenge were explained. Each dancer will be given 40 seconds to dance. When it’s over, the judges will hold up their cards to decide the winner. But if two or more judges ask for a rematch, the two dancers will dance at the same time to determine the winner. According to the results, the crew will get a chip to put it on the crew board and count the wins and losses. 

“No Respect, Battle with the Weakest Dancer. We’ll begin Round One!” The room burst into cheers once again when Kang Daniel announced the official start of the battle. 

(Y/N) held up her interlinked hands with Ling and Emma as she cheered and stomped her feet in excitement. “Let’s go!” 

“Oh my gosh, it’s starting!” Ling exclaimed, turning from side to side to warm up her body.

“I’m so nervous right now,” Emma admitted and leaned against (Y/N). The older girl giggled at her team mate and wrapped her arm around her. Running her hand up and down against the younger one’s arm to soothe her nerves. 

“I know! Me too, but this is all so exciting!” 

“Easy for you to say,” Ling nudged her. “You’re the most experienced freestyle battler in here other than Emma.” 

“That doesn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking, Ling.” She nudged the girl back and squeezed her hand. They turned their attention back to the MC as he’s about to announce who will open the first dance battle of the season. “Who do you think it’s going to be?” 

(Y/N) shrugged, “I don’t know. Hopefully they start out the season with a bang.” 

“The first dancer for the first battle is…” 

Jam Republic leaned in their seats in anticipation, holding their breath for as long as Kang Daniel trailed off. Hearts throbbing against their chest.

“From 1MILLION, Redy.” The 1MILLION crew immediately stands up from their seat to cheer their fellow member on. A tall girl clad in white cap, white long-sleeved clothing, and dark jeans stands up and makes her way down the seats. 

From what (Y/N) could recall from the evaluation, Redy started dancing at 16 years old with a unique style. To her surprise, Redy was older than her by 2 years despite looking so young. 

“I wonder who her No Respect Dancer is,” (Y/N) thought as she leaned back in her seat. “Do you think it’s one of us?” 

“Doubt it,” answered Emma. “she might pick someone whose style is completely different from her. Or pick someone she has a bad blood with, it’s not uncommon.”

(Y/N) hummed in agreement, feeling her body relax. What Emma said earlier was true, it isn’t uncommon when it comes to dance offs. Some people tend to choose their opponents based on their past. Personally, she finds the means distasteful and unprofessional; but, it can’t be helped. She, herself, had experienced to being picked for the same reason when she was on competitions. 

“If she picks someone she has beef with, do you think she’ll give us a good fight or not?” Emma shook her head in response. 

“Probably not, it’s usually not a good idea to pick someone from the past. Emotions and tensions could rise and get in the way of a good freestyle.” 

“That’s true,” (Y/N) nodded as she watches Redy walk in front to the center of the arena with a microphone between her hands. 

As Redy started to speak, she walked towards the space of Wolf’Lo, surprising them and (Y/N). “Oh my gosh is she picking one of them?” The girl held her hand up to her mouth in shock when the girl clad in white continued to walk towards the orange team.

“The No Respect Dancer, I choose…” Redy trailed off once again and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her braveness if she ever picks one of the dancer from Wolf’Lo. 

She then turned to the other way, making (Y/N) puff out her cheeks in disappointment. As heavy as the tension is right now, one member of Wolf’Lo couldn’t help but grin at her adorable (from what she noticed so far) mannerisms. 

Jam Republic watches as Redy takes a u turn and walks to the other side of the arena as she announces who her No Respect Dancer is, “it’s Bada of BEBE.” 

The arena erupted in cheers. (Y/N) shoots up from her seat with a squeal and watches as Bada nods her head and stands up, flipping the bottled water in her hand as she did so. 

“That was so cool,” she whispered with a quiet, girlish giggle. Ling and Emma laughed at their team member and joined her as she stands up, wanting to see the commotion clearly. 

“Bada isn’t even dancing yet,” Ling teased to which (Y/N) just hushed her. 

“She’s the famous, trendy choreographer right?” The ballet dancer nodded to Emma’s question.

“Her strongest link is making choreographies. Most popular K-pop dances was made by her. Since she’s more known for her choreographed works, I’m excited to see her freestyle.”  

The two dancers began pacing around in the dance floor. There was a noticeable heavy tension in the air as they both prepare for the fight. Everyone is talking about their past, making the atmosphere heavier than it already was. 

“Redy of 1MILLION, you chose Bada of BEBE as your No Respect Dancer.” Kang Daniel started. 

“I don’t respect you, that’s it.” Redy stated bluntly. Bada placed a hand to her ear as she talks, mockingly insinuating that she’s listening closely to what she says. The room erupted in cheers, even judge Mike has his jaw on the floor. 

“Not Redy, Soo Bin!” Bada exclaimed, using Redy’s real name. “You’re still an eight-grader to me.” 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the drama that was unfolding right in front of her, wishing she has something she can chew or sip on as she watches their back and forth. A shocked laugh escaped her mouth when Bada called her an eight-grader. 

“Wait, what did she say?” Ling questions when her ear piece stops working momentarily, unable to catch the insult Bada threw at her opponent. Her expression turned to shock immediately after (Y/N) translated it to her. “Oh, damn. She’s a gangster right?” 

“Yeah,” Latrice said, “I like her energy.” 

Jam Republic laughs as Redy mimicked a baby by placing her thumb to between her lips. (Y/N) claps her hands in excitement as Kang Daniel announces the first attack to be made by Redy followed by Bada.

“Let’s go!” She shouts, bouncing on her toes. 

“The two dancers’ battle begins now. You guys ready?!” (Y/N) claps even harder when she heard the infamous line. “Fight!” 

Music filled the arena and the lights dimmed, the 40 second timer appeared on the huge screen and all dancers are hyped to watch the fight. The first beats of the music started and Redy started grooving into the music, her members cheering her on from behind her. 

(Y/N) watched with keen eyes as Redy danced. The older girl was flexible, that’s for sure, and she is hitting the beats. Redy’s style was certainly unique. However, in her opinion, it lacks in any form of wow factor. 

She still cheered and clapped her hands afterwards and the music switched, signalling Bada’s turn. Her voice increased in volume when Bada spins and comes up to Redy’s face, standing tall to enunciate their height difference without the use of words. 

“I hate it when people use their height!” She giggled when she heard Chocol whined. 

“Oh my gosh!”

“Oh my gosh, she’s so tall!” Ling and (Y/N) exclaimed at the same time. The latter girl hides her face in her hand, parting her fingers so she can still see the battle as she feels them become hot. Their eyes momentarily meets for a second and she swore the corners of Bada’s lips curved up for a second. 

The eye contact didn’t last long when Bada suddenly swats the air on the top of Redy’s head. (Y/N)’s eyes stayed glued to Bada’s dancing, mesmerized at the clean and sharp moves she does. She couldn’t help but cheer at the way Bada hits each beat of the music and the way she grooves. Bada’s time comes to an end as she spits the piece of paper in her mouth. The room erupted in cheers and claps and at the end of the battle. 

“What the heck,” Ling said in astonishment as they sit back down. 

“That was so good,” (Y/N) said. “A great battle to start off the season.”

Everyone returned to their respective seats as Redy, Bada, and Kang Daniel stands at the center for the announcement of the results. When the cards flipped, 3 blue cards appeared at the judge’s hands. 

Team BEBE cheered as they secured their first win, and Bada certainly secured a title for herself as one of the most talented and skilled individuals of the show. The dancers returned to their seats as the judges tells their thoughts about the battle. 

“I was impressed by both of you,” Shownu started, “Redy of 1MILLION shocked me. But, I reckon that Bada’s move suited the song more and she was more relaxed.” 

“I’ll be honest to help you improve, you’re still and eighth-grader even from my point of view.” Emma, Ling, and (Y/N)’s mouth parted in shock at Monika’s comment, feeling bad for the 1MILLION dancer. “But, Bada is certainly out of this league.” 

“Damn,” was (Y/N)’s only comment – watching as BEBE place their first chip on the win score board and Bada attach the chip on the lose side of 1MILLION’s board. 

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A short break was conducted after the first battle between Bada and Redy. Jam Republic sat around in a circle as they debriefed about the event earlier. As they talked however, (Y/N) couldn’t help but point out the several eyes that is currently looking in their direction. More specifically: 

“You got a lot of eyes on you Kirsten,” she whispered towards her leader. “Not just the dancers, but the judges as well.” 

“Really?” Kirsten smiles before she looks around. Sure enough, there were several dancers looking at her direction, even Monika and Shownu. 

The rest of the team giggled when Kirsten smiled giddily at them, feeling a burst in her confidence. 

“I think they’re looking forward to see you dance,” Latrice tapped her shoulders. They returned to their original positions when Kang Daniel came back to the center. 

“The next dancer to participate in the one-on-one battle is,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten!” 

The room once again erupted in cheers and claps as the most anticipated dancer of the season smiles and makes her way towards the middle. 

“Hello,” the leader greeted with a chuckle. “No Respect Dancer that I would like to defeat…”

As she trailed off, the dancers’ eyes shift from side-to-side in anticipation with a touch of agitation and intimidation. They could feel Kirsten’s intimidation aura, and most of them are terrified at the thought of going one-on-one with her. 

“Waackxxxy.” She said, gesturing to the said dancer who grinned from her seat. 

The teams and even Monika acclaims in delight as they are about to witness a great battle between two, strong dancers. 

From the evaluation, Waackxxxy is a phenomenal dancer with powerful moves and an unmatched energy. Kirsten immediately picked her as her No Respect Dancer to push herself. Jam Republic and Mannequeen members stands behind their respective dancer who will compete on one-on-one. 

“When I watched the video, you were world-class and I would love to take you on. Let’s Battle.” Waackxxxy nodded her head in appreciation. The other dancers and Monika praised Kirsten for her admirable action to take on a strong battler. 

“Thank you so much for liking my video and class, but, I’ll show you my dance. Okay, let’s go.” (Y/N) clasped her hands in front of her and rests her chin on top of it, hyped for the battle between her leader and the well-known international dancer, Waackxxxy. 

“Let’s go Kirsten!” She cheered. 

“The world-class choreographer and the world-class waacking dancer. The battle of the two dancer begins now. You guys ready? Fight!” 

The DJ starts the music and Waackxxxy of Mannequeen goes first. From the get-go, everyone could see the charisma and the reason why Waackxxxy is considered as a world-class battler. Her body control and energy is so insane that Jam Republic couldn’t help but also hype her up. 

Waackxxxy ended her time with a strong side-eye on Kirsten’s direction. When the switch was announced, (Y/N) started jumping up and down as she cheered loudly for her leader. 

“Come on, Kirsten! Bring it!” Latrice yelled. 

The screams increased when Kirsten and Waackxxxy circled each other, following the beat of the music. 

“That was fu- insane!” Ling and Latrice laughed hysterically when a curse word almost escaped (Y/N)’s mouth. 

Jam Republic continued to cheer their leader on as the battle went on. (Y/N) was so hyped that she slipped and lost her footing momentarily. Luckily, someone immediately stabilizes her before she could fall. 

(Y/N) looks up to thank the person who caught her, only to blush brightly as her eyes met Bada’s shadow-covered eyes and a concerned face. 

“Are you okay?” Bada asked, still holding onto her elbow. 

She hummed and flashed her a grin. “Mhm, thank you!” 

They stared at each other for a few moments with a small smile and blush dusting their faces without saying a word. It’s as if it was just the two of them in the room together as the noises seem to quiet down, fading into the background. 

(Y/N) snapped out of it when Kang Daniel announced the end of the battle, immediately turn to find Kirsten walking towards their side. She thanks Bada one last time before rushing to her leader’s side to congratulate her for the amazing battle. 

Bada remained standing there, running her hand on the back of her nape to will her pounding heart to calm down. A grin makes it way to her face as she returns to her seat, not noticing Lusher who saw the whole interaction and is hiding a smile behind her hand. Making a mental note to tease her leader about it later. 

The judges showed their cards. Monika and Mike holds both cards for Jam Republic and Mannequeen, signalling a rematch between both dancers.

The rematch starts and both dancers still held their ground as they showed two variation of dance style. It ended up with another rematch when Monika showed 2 cards, much to the surprise of everyone. 

“I can only choose one?” She asked exasperatedly, clearly in distress to choose between the two when Kang Daniel nodded and held up one finger. “That’s insane. I can’t do that!” 

“Whoever you pick will be the winner. The victory lies in your hands.” 

(Y/N) feels her heart pound against her chest, holding her clasped hands against her and prayed for Jam Republic’s first win. “Please, please, please, please.” She muttered underneath her breath. 

“Here I go,” Monika concluded. The count down started until finally, she held up a pink card. 

Kirsten cemented Jam Republic’s first win. 

Jam Republic cheered while Mannequeen slumped their shoulder in dejection. 

“Great job, Kirsten!” (Y/N) cheered as she gave Kirsten a side hug and a grin. 

“That was insane!” 

“Good job!” They praised their leader. 

Across the room, Waackxxxy is visibly enraged and disappointed with the results of the battle. 

“In this last round, both dancers were at the same level.” Mike Song stated. “But Kirsten grabbed my attention a little more.”

“That was such a great battle. It was so energizing. The reason I chose Kirsten at the end, was that she made the song come alive a bit more and I weighed that more importantly. Rather than being too serious, I had no choice but to give it to the person expressing the song. That’s why I hope you understand my decision. Although it was a very difficult one.” Monika concluded. 

(Y/N) clapped enthusiastically as Kirsten place a winning chip on their score board. That happiness didn’t last long however, when Kang Daniel announced the next opponent. Another member of Mannequeen, Yoonji. 

From the dancer’s expression, the anger was obvious from the way stomped down the seats and towards the middle. 

“I’m so scared,” Ling said and Emma agreed. 

“She seems crazy.” The younger one replied, feeling on edge because of Yoonji’s attitude. 

(Y/N) sits stiffly on her seat, eyes narrowed and feels goosebumps crawl up her arms and neck. “She looks like she’s plotting revenge,” she stated lowly. 

They watch as Yoonji paced around back and forth in agitation.

“I’m very angry right now,” she confessed, still pacing around. “Mannequeen has come here as the crew known to be the strongest in battles. I think it’s time we showed that.” 

(Y/N) smirked at her insinuation, finding it a tad difficult to believe since Baby Sleek and her crew is also a part of this competition. 

“I’ve said this already, but who’s the one chewing up and spitting out battles lately?” Yoonji said, making a beeline towards 1MILLION and standing in front of Lia Kim. 

“This battle. I can show you later.” (Y/N) let out a sharp laugh when Yoonji left Lia Kim alone as soon as she got there. She’s certainly entertaining. 

“Kirsten, come out girl,” Yoonji suddenly stated quite forcefully as she gestured Kirsten to come out. The woman mentioned gave a small smile to Yoonji as she stands up and place her jacket on her sear. 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side and bit her bottom lip in annoyance, feeling rather protective of her leader. 

“I’m going to take revenge for my sister. Come out, girl!” 

(Y/N) huffed as she immediately followed her leader and stand 2 feet directly behind her, eyes narrowed and focused on Yoonji. The other members of Jam Republic soon followed with nervous smiles on their faces, but the latter members face was devoid of any emotion. 

“I’m going to show you who is the hottest girl in South Korea!” Yoonji exclaimed as her crew cheered her on. “You know, girl? I’m going to show you.” 

When (Y/N) saw Yoonji walk towards Kirsten and got near her face, a small smile graced her lips – devoid of any humour, as she too walked towards Kirsten, standing directly behind her and held her elbow. She stands tall in front of Yoonji and looks down at her, taking inspiration from Bada Lee and uses her height for advantage, to which Team BEBE squealed. 

The other crew also howled in astonishment as she did so. 

“Bada-unnie you influenced her already?!” Tatter exclaimed as she shakes her leader’s arm back and forth.

“What is it with tall people and comparing heights?! I’m so jealous right now!” Bada laughs as her members whined. She leaned forward in her seat with her hands clasped together, feeling oddly satisfied with the way (Y/N) seemed to copy her move. 

While Kirsten nodded gracefully at her opponent, (Y/N) snickers when Yoonji’s gaze flickered upon her for a moment before going back to the other side where her crew is. 

(Y/N) slightly pulled Kirsten back and leans down to whisper in her ear, “you okay?” 

Kirsten, not the slightest bit intimidated, just nodded at her with a grin. “Word, she says ass fat.” The taller girl laughed at her leader when she stuck her tongue out. 

“(Y/N) is so scary now!” 

“She’s giving off protective older sibling vibes oh my gosh!” Mina Myoung exclaimed, watching as (Y/N) now jokes along with the other members. “Look at how she switches! She’s back to being all smiley now!” 

“What were you teaching her Baby Sleek?!” Haechi asked after witnessing it. The older girl said nothing but gave her a shrugged shoulder and a proud smile. 

Chocol said nothing but continues to watch with a small smirk, loving the feisty and protective attitude of the taller girl of the pink team. Hoping that after the show, she’ll come running to Baby Sleek so she can have an excuse to finally introduce herself. 

Or maybe, she’ll have the chance to introduce herself on the dance floor. Maybe flirt a little as well. 

“I’m going to show you who is the queen!” Mannequeen cheered as Yoonji yelled before mocking the moves of Kirsten earlier by swaying her hips from side-to-side. The yellow-team crew member gives her a side-eye, looking up at her up and down in a condescending manner. 

Kirsten, unbothered, just smiled at her opponent. The same can’t be said towards her ballet dancer member who was seething in annoyance. 

“I’m excited,” Kirsten started. “Let’s see. We’re here in Korea now, so, let’s see.” 

The members of the crew once again stood behind their respective member competing. Yoonji and Kirsten paced around as they prepare themselves. 

“We have Yoonji from Mannequeen going first.” Kang Daniel announced. Yoonji immediately went to the front and strike up a pose. “Jam Republic’s Kirsten will go in second.” 

(Y/N) sat beside Latrice and Ling as the host began, “the next battle between these two dancers, are you guys ready?! Let’s go! Fight!” 

Yoonji moves her body as the first beat of the music starts, starting off strong and fierce. (Y/N) bites her lip out of irritation when she mockingly hits Kirsten with her elbow, to the point where she almost believed it hits her leader when Kirsten played along. 

The Mannequeen dancer ended her dance strong when she made her way towards where the judges are, much to the delight of everyone. 

“She’s a great dancer, but I think she got a tad bit overemotional,” (Y/N) whispered towards Latrice as she claps after her performance. The latter girl nods in agreement before standing up in excitement when the host announces the switch, meaning, its Kirsten’s turn to perform. 

(Y/N) bounces on her toes with a huge grin on her face as she watches her leader dance. Even more so when she dances around Yoonji’s figure without touching her, showing the immense amount of body control she has. Jam Republic watched with a face of impress and admiration, shouting in delight when Kirsten snaps her hips. 

“That was insane!” She exclaimed once the battle ended. It wasn’t long before the judges showed the cards of the winning result of the battle. 

And three yellow cards were faced. 

Mannequeen cheers loudly for the victory while Jam Republic claps their hand. Sure, the battle didn’t end up in their favour, but it is understandable since Yoonji conveyed a lot through her dance. 

Once the emotion of frustration simmered down, Yoonji shakes Kirsten’s hand with a smile and pulls her for a hug. Thanking her for the battle and saying I love you to her. 

On their way to their seats, (Y/N) wrapped her arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and congratulated her, saying the same to Yoonji when they passed her by. Although the battle was intense and heated, there was no point in starting unwanted rivalry outside of the dance floor. 

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Another break was conducted after a few battles from Jam Republic and other teams. Emma, Latrice, Audrey, and Ling had already participated in their own respective battles. Ling battled against Cera which takes her by surprise, both of them had chosen her as their No Respect Dancer to push themselves. (Y/N) is the only Jam Republic member who have yet to battle anyone.

“(Y/N) has yet to dance, right?” A member from Deep N’ Dap says, looking at the direction of the Jam Republic who was talking animatedly with her team. 

“Mhm, I’m really excited to see her dance though.” Another member responded. 

However, the long wait is about to be over. 

“The next challenger of the battle, Cera of Mannequeen.” 

Howls and cheers rang through the arena, everyone had witnessed the intense and captivating performance of Cera earlier when she battled Ling. The member of Mannequeen adorned in her iconic green dress made her way towards the center with a smirk on her face, her members cheers as they follow closely behind her. 

 A mic was handed to her, the crowd became silent, and she walks around. 

“The No Respect Dancer I chose to battle…” she trails off, making her way towards 1MILLION. 

“From 1MILLION?” Mini questioned as she watches Cera stop right in front of the white team. The members looked up at her with their hearts on their throat, terrified of the idea that one of them has to face off against her. 

“My No Respect Dancer…” she trails off again, but this time, she walks towards the next team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N). Come on.” 

Everyone’s lost their minds as Cera called out the Jam Republic dancer. 

“Yehey!” Audrey cheered – shooting up from her seat with a bounce on her step. 

“Wah! This is like the battle of the Prima Ballerina’s!” Harimu yelled from her stand.

(Y/N)’s cheeks puffed as it’s filled with water, Cera called her in the middle of her taking a sip, but she didn’t complain. It’s just hard for her to grin with all the water in her cheeks. Though, everyone can still see the joy in her eyes. 

She gulped down everything and stands up with a clap, grinning from ear-to-ear as she bows in greeting to Cera, holding her hands against her chest. They make their way to the center of the arena with their team following closely behind them. The two dancers stand in between Kang Daniel, standing tall with microphones handed to each of them. She bows one more time towards Cera before standing tall with a smile on her face, excited to battle one of the strongest battlers in the show.

Her opponent clad in green dress bows along with her before standing up straight and switched her face into battle mode – a stoic face with an arched brow, as if wanting to end her. (Which, not gonna lie, (Y/N) 100% will let her). 

“Cera of Mannequeen,” Kang Daniel began, “why did you pick (Y/N) as your No Respect Dancer?” 

“It’s not that I don’t respect (Y/N) as a dancer,” Cera started, holding the mic to her lips with one hand. “Quite the opposite actually, but, it’s time to show the people who the best ballerina battler is.” 

The whole arena cheers and awes at what Cera said whilst (Y/N) just giggled and nodded her head. If there was one thing she always takes pride in, it’s her dancing skills and techniques in ballet. 

“Cera-unnie, first of all, thank you for choosing me as your No Respect Dancer.” She bows down again, “however, if I am to prove anything to everyone here today – is that ballet is my style, and I am one of the best out there.” 

Amidst the loud roars of the others dancers in the background, Ling, Kirsten, and Audrey’s cheers seems to be the loudest among them. 

Cera smirked at the determination of her opponent keeping eye contact with her, and (Y/N) didn’t back down. 

The two dancers briefly walked back to the side where their crew members are at for a warm-up, and (Y/N) takes this opportunity to remove her sneakers to change into the dance shoes. 

“Is she changing her shoes for this battle?” Monika questioned – perplexed and intrigued. Mike Song just grins widely as he leaned forward, excited at the intense battle that is about to happen. 

“Wah, she’s changing her shoes,” Bada commented, looking at the Jam Republic dancer who is currently leaning to one of her members while adjusting her shoes. “She’s putting her best foot forward for this battle.” 

Tatter and Lusher agreed, keeping their eyes trained on the ballet dancer, eager to watch her dance. 

“You got this girl,” Latrice said. Offering her arm for (Y/N) to stabilize herself as she changes her shoes. “Show her and everyone what you’re made of.” 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) replied. Jumping in her place to feel the shoes beneath her feet. 

“Kill everyone who doubted you with your dance.” Jam Republic laughed at the seriousness in Audrey’s voice, taken aback by her. 

The lights dimmed once the two dancers made their way towards the center, Kang Daniel exchanged glances with the two women in the middle of the dance floor with a smile on his face. 

“The battle between two ballerina dancers will begin now. You guys ready?!” Kang Daniel announced. Cera and (Y/N) eyed each other up and down, one with a stoic, daring look, standing tall and elegantly, while the other is currently sporting a small smile on her lips as she cracks her head from side-to-side. 

“Let’s go (Y/N)!” 

“Show them what you’ve got!” 

“Kill this battle (Y/N)!” 

The other Jam Republic members cheers can be heard from all over the room before the battle can even begin. 

“Fight!” 

The music started playing as soon as Kang Daniel said the word. Cera starts her iconic slow walk while keeping her eye-contact with (Y/N). It’s quite intimidating, but (Y/N) held her ground, admiring the determination in Cera’s eyes. 

Cera started moving her arms at each beat of the music, before adding her own twists and turns before she does her iconic leg move. (Y/N)’s face scrunched up in disgust, indicating a sick and impressive move done by her opponent as she hits every beat of the music. 

The Mannequeen dancer comes close to you, pointing at you with a single finger and pointing it up and down your figure. (Y/N) bit her lower lip as she arched her brow and titled her head. Leaning her head down a bit to stare at Cera with lidded yet seductive eyes. 

The whole crowd went crazy with her looks. 

She can’t deny the charisma and confidence of Cera in this battle, the latter really is showing years of experience in battling and the undeniable musicality she seemingly naturally possess. 

As Cera’s time comes to an end, you used a sign language taught to you by Baby Sleek and signalled her to hurry up – much to the surprise of the other members of Wolf’Lo. 

“She knows how to use it?!” Yeni asks in surprise, bringing her hands up to her head. Baby Sleek is the only one looking focused at the battle, eager for you to showcase your dance while the others had their jaws dropped. 

Kang Daniel counts the last 3 seconds of Cera’s time, the woman comes close to your face and circled you whilst flipping your hair – just like what she did to Ling, before walking back confidently to the side of her team. 

“3, 2, 1, switch! (Y/N) of Jam Republic!” 

The members of Jam Republic screamed once the opening of Partition by Beyonce starts playing. (Y/N) smirks, stepping slowly forward towards the middle, mimicking a seductive wave after she flips her hair once the “hey, Ms. Carter” starts playing. 

Everyone went wild once the beat drops – along with (Y/N) as she suddenly drops down to her knees and starts to doing some sensual floor works. The judges and competitors alike went ballistic at her opening moves, and it was just beginning. 

(Y/N) kept her eyes on Cera the whole time, still with that lidded gaze. She slowly stands up, spinning fast with the beat in an insanely clean and controlled manner. She then did some popping and locking, showcasing her prowess in other styles of dancing other than ballet much to the delight of the judges and her team mates. She hits every beat of the song while sometimes taking the lyrics into account of her movements – showing a great control of her body and unparallel musicality.

“This is so crazy!” Monika yells as she keeps her eyes trained at (Y/N). 

Chocol couldn’t look at anywhere else once (Y/N) started dancing. She has her arms crossed against her chest as she watches intensely with a impressed smirk plastered on her face. She walks down the steps to have a better view of the dancer dancing before her. 

She finds it impressive at how she uses various techniques and moves of ballet and other styles to incorporate it in her moves. It looks complicated, but she makes it look so seemless and effortless. 

Bada, on the other side of the arena, finds it hard to contain her emotions as she watches the Jam Republic dancer. She’s constantly shouting, impressed by the moves executed by the young dancer. She holds onto her cap as her jaw drops once (Y/N) did an aerial. 

She claps and screams along with the rest of her team as she continues to watch her with a starstruck gaze and jaw dropped. Lusher takes one glance at Bada before she bursts out laughing. 

“Oh my gosh your totally whipped Bada-unnie!” She laughs, slapping Bada’s arm as she threw her head back. 

Bada immediately flushed red and attempted to cover it with a cough, but it still wasn’t enough to tear away her gaze from the performing dancer of the pink team. 

While (Y/N) remained oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at her, she focused on ending her battle with a bang. As Kang Daniel signals the last 5 seconds of her time, she makes her way towards Cera – mimicking the way she circled around her earlier, but with her own seductive walk. She stopped in front of her, bending down to her eye level whilst blowing a kiss with a wink, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye motion before walking back to her team with a smile and playing with her hair as she shakes her head from side-to-side. 

(Y/N)’s members hyped her up as she walks towards them. She laughs as Audrey and Ling jokingly bows down to her like a royalty, making the others follow soon after. She covers her laughs underneath her hands to also hide the redness that’s painting her cheeks. 

Everyone went ballistic. Screaming their heads off at the intense yet entertainingly fun battle between the ballerina’s of Mannequeen and Jam Republic. 

She then turns back around to face Cera who has a smile on her face, bowing down at her in gratitude for the battle. She continued bowing to everyone who was still in shock by the battle – her heart swelled with pride once she sees Monika standing up with a shocked smile on her lips as well as Mike Song and Shownu who were clapping. 

“Good girl, (Y/N)!” Baby Sleek yells, clapping her hands. The mentioned girl heard it and snaps her head towards her, holding her hands to her chest before bowing deeply. She can feel tears well up in her eyes but she shakes her head to avoid them from falling down. 

Her former teacher praised her loudly and openly. The highest compliment she could ever receive from this competition. 

“That was intense!” Lusher exclaimed, sitting back down in her seat once the commotion started dying down. 

“They really showed their battling skills. Their confidence is through the roof!” Mini exclaimed. “Honestly, whoever wins this deserves it.” 

(Y/N) and Cera makes their way back to the center of the dance floor. Breathing heavily after the intense battle they shared. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel starts, “cards open.”

(Y/N) could hear her heart ponding against her chest and in her ears as she fiddles with her fingers. All the judges visibly look like they’re having a hard time deciding on their choices. She reminds herself that whatever the outcome of the battle is, she gave it her best. Yet, she still wants to secure a win for her team. 

And then, the cards are flipped. 

And everyone cheered. 

Monika holds two cards – pink and yellow. 

While Shownu and Mike Songs holds a single, pink card. 

(Y/N) almost drops to the ground because of relief. 

Cera and Mannequeen sighs in defeat and in dismay while the Jam Republic members – specifically Audrey, Ling, and Kirsten, cheers loudly. 

(Y/N) makes her way towards Cera and offers her hand, “you are amazing! I love your dance! You are simply amazing out there and thank you for the wonderful battle. It was an honour to compete with you. I hope we can be good friends in the future because you are simply just amazing!” 

Cera coos at the adorable ramble of her opponent and pulls her to a hug. “Thank you, thank you too for that battle. I love you, you’re amazing too out there! We must definitely meet up sometime after this.” 

(Y/N) grins and pats her back before they separate. “We should do this more often!” Cera laughs before she and her team makes their way towards their seats.

“Way to go (Y/N)!” Kirsten exclaims as she holds onto her arm. 

“You really killed it out there!” 

“Thank you guys, that was so great. I really want to be close friends with Cera now.” Ling giggles at her comment.

The rest of her team continues to praise her with compliments and congratulations on their way back to their seats. As (Y/N) makes eye contact with her former teacher, she flashes her a grin and a thumbs up. Baby Sleek returns her gestures with a wink and a nod. 

Kirsten adds a win chip to their board while (Y/N) makes her way towards Mannequeen to place a lose chip on their board, bowing down at the members and thanking them for a wonderful fight. 

“I can’t even be mad at her,” Yoonji starts, “she’s too polite for me to be mad at us loosing.” 

“The whole team is,” Redlic agrees. 

“Judge Mike Song, why did you choose (Y/N) as the winner?” Kang Daniel asks once everyone settled down to their seats. 

“First of all, the two dancers are very powerful and seasoned in battles – they showed it to us! It was one of the very entertaining and very fun battles this day that’s for sure, and for that, I want to thank the two of you.” 

(Y/N) and Cera bows their head in gratitude with huge smiles on their faces and everyone claps. Kirsten and Latrice pats their team mate of her shoulders with a grin on their faces. 

“Choosing between the two of you is almost torture!” Mike Song jokingly sighs with a shake of his head, causing everyone to laugh at his dramatic tone. “However, the reason I chose (Y/N) at the end is because of the versatility she showcased us. The body control, the movements, the flow of each step was like water! It was so fluid and she did it with such grace and confidence. So, (Y/N), I hope to see more of you in this competition, because you really killed it out there.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but stand and bow deeply towards Mike Song and thanked him. The rest of the crews claps and awes at the high praise the member of Jam Republic received from one of the respectable judges. 

“That’s one of the highest praise someone got from the judges today,” Mina Myoung commented. “Looks like Kirsten is not the only force of nature in Jam Republic.” 

“Their team just got a lot more intimidating.” Nob commented, looking at Jam Republic. 

“I entered this show so sure of my preference and sexuality, but tell me why Bada and (Y/N) are making me question it?” Deep N Dap members laughs at the unexpected comment Downy made. 

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It wasn’t long before Mike Song’s request for more battles came true. 

“The next challenger of the battle,” Kang Daniel began, pausing once again for the dramatic effects. “Is Chocol from Wolf’Lo.” 

“Oh right! Let’s go!” Haechi cheers, shaking Chocol by her shoulders as the older dancer makes her way down the seats. Per usual, her crew follows close behind her. 

“I wonder who she chose,” Emma comments after taking a sip from her water, “her team is kinda scary.” 

(Y/N) and Ling hums in agreement, watching the crew in front of them in silent. Silently terrified at the thought of battling against one of them. Though (Y/N) is confident in her skills and unafraid to show them, Wolf’Lo is just on another level. 

Chocol takes the microphone that’s handed to her, licking her lips as she starts to walk around.

“The No Respect Dancer I choose,” she began, making her way towards Lady Bounce who tenses up from their seats. 

She gave a slight smirk to Nob and Biggy who visibly gulps down the saliva stuck down their throats. Chocol enjoyed teasing them, making them think that she’s choosing one of them, but then, she skipped backwards without looking back before suavely turning around and jogs lightly towards the pink team. “Is Jam Republic’s (Y/N)” 

“My god my heart,” Nob says. Holding onto her chest as she breathes out a sigh of relief and leans backwards. 

(Y/N) smiles, standing up from her seat from the top and sets down the Jam Republic banner in her hand. Before she can take a single step down, she saw a hand in front of her. When she looks at who the hand belongs to, it leads down to Chocol, waiting for her at the bottom with her arm outstretched. 

“Oh, okay,” Kirsten said teasingly as she and Latrice moved to the side to make way for (Y/N).

“Special treatment, I see you.” Latrice added.

Everyone awes at the action, more so when (Y/N) places her hand on Chocol’s with a smile before descending down the seats. 

“It’s like a prince charming guiding a princess,” Redy said, leaning forward with her hands on the bottom of her chin. “I’m so jealous right now.” 

“What in the story book cliché is this?” Yoonji stomps her feet jokingly, “why didn’t I get that kind of treatment?” 

“Yah, you threatened her leader earlier to a dance battle with a scary façade and you expect the others not to be afraid of you?” Buckey jokingly replies which made everyone burst out laughing and Yoonji to pout. 

“Tsk.” Bada clicked her tongue as she watches Chocol guide (Y/N) to the dance floor with their hands still intertwined with narrowed eyes. “Honestly, this is a serious competition. Why is she being nice to her opponent?” 

Lusher hears what her leader grumbled underneath her breath, causing her to giggled and comfortingly pat her back. “Don’t worry unnie, no need to be jealous.” 

Bada snaps her head towards her sub-leader with a glare and a slight pout. “Who said anything about jealousy?” 

Lusher holds her hands up with wide eyes and downturned smile. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just teasing you.” 

Bada clicks her tongue once again in annoyance before looking back to the front with her arms crossed against her chest. Lusher and Tatter made eye-contact from each sides of Bada with knowing looks and teasing smiles. The other members of Team BEBE heard the conversation laughs silently, watching as their leader sulks down on her seat. 

“Chocol, why did you choose (Y/N) as your weakest dancer?” Kang Daniel asked. 

With their height difference, Chocol had to tilt her head up ever so slightly to make eye-contact with her opponent. She adjusted her cap with one hand as the other holds the mic to her lips. 

“Originally, I chose her because I want to see what that pretty face can bring. But from the battle earlier, we all saw it. So now, I want to see if she can bring that fire come to life again, but this time, more closely and upfront.” 

“Is she flirting with her or what?” Debby whispered to Harimu with a slight giggle. 

(Y/N) nods and rolls her tongue against her cheek, bowing her head down slightly. She tosses her hair back before answering with her now famous lidded-eye look, “if it’s fire you want, then I’ll gladly burn the stage in here, baby.” 

Everyone screams once they heard (Y/N) talk in that low-flirty way as combat against Chocol’s remarks in full English:

“Why was that so hot?!” 

“I don’t speak and understand English very well but damn!” 

“See! I told you she’s making me question everything!” 

“I understand you perfectly well now, Downy!” 

(Y/N) laughs as she hears the comments, giving the mic to her Kirsten who is now looking at her with a teasing face. 

“You better burn the stage baby,” she mimics. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at her before teasing pinching her arm. Kirsten laughs as she dodges her hand. 

(Y/N) faces her opponents team, the team of Baby Sleek. It would be a lie if she says she isn’t downright petrified right now. This is the crew with the most skilled freestyle battlers – but she was trained by the best of them. This is her chance to solidify and prove herself once again to one of the most respected teachers she had. 

Chocol bounces on her feet, preparing for the battle. (Y/N) has her hands stretching above her head as far as she can as she glances at her opponent who teasingly winks at her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the playful nature of Chocol. 

Bada grumbled even more at the exchange. She doesn’t even know why she’s feeling this ugly feeling in her chest. Hell, she didn’t even have a conversation with the dancer yet, or even introduce herself! That doesn’t mean she won’t find away later, maybe she’s just bitter that someone got to befriend her before her. Yeah, maybe that’s it. She just wants to forge a friendship with the dancer first, you know, just cause.

“The battle between Wolf’Lo’s street dancer and the ballerina of Jam Republic will begin now. You guys ready?!” 

Cheers erupted from both teams and the rest of the teams, curious to see the outcome of the battle between two very different styles of dance between the two dancers.

“Fight!” 

Music filled the loud speakers of the room. Chocol nods her head to the beat to get into the groove as her team mates cheers her on. When the beat drops, she comes close to (Y/N)’s space and sways her body to the music. 

It was a bold start, (Y/N) admits, and the way Chocol moves is nothing short of hypnotic. Her body moves so fluidly yet with power as she hits every beat of the song. She definitely knows how to control body on command, if there is one thing she can describe her dance overall, it’s classic hip-hop. Effective yet timeless when it comes to battle. 

(Y/N) smirks as Chocol comes close to her face, mimicking the flying kiss she did to Cera earlier. Wanting to continue this banter, she “catches” the kiss mid-air and pretends to keep it in her pocket. 

She lets out an impress shout at Chocol’s body articulation. She began hyping her up, moving her body along with the beat while staying still in her position. Chocol’s performance is nothing short of impressive, but her competitive side is coming out, and now she wants to do better. 

As Chocol’s timer comes to an end, she once again closes in on (Y/N)’s space, this time, ending her dance by mockingly pointing at her figure up and down and another flying kiss which caused another uproar from the side of Deep N Dap

“That should be me!” Someone shouts. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, switch! Jam Republic’s (Y/N)!”

A familiar laugh echoes through the room, before the beginning lyrics of Gangsta by Kehlani plays. (Y/N) lets out a wide smirk and tilts her head to the side. 

My turn.

Audrey began screaming her head off once the familiar music fills the air. She danced with (Y/N) before during her time of travelling the world to learn new styles of dance, and if there is one thing Audrey knows for certain, (Y/N) dances very well to dark themes. 

“You got this (Y/N)! Eat. This. Up!” 

With that, the Jam Republic dancer ran her hands across her body to get into the feel of the music – which isn’t that hard. She began walking forward slowly, just like what Cera did, but with a tad bit more of sensuality. 

When the beat starts going down, her expression and articulation changes to every beat, mimicking the craziness Harley Quinn did in the movie in which the song was made of. Everyone can see where she’s going with the dance and is excited yet again. Bada and Chocol keeps their gazes focused solely on her. 

In this dance, (Y/N) focuses more on interpreting the lyrics of the song yet still hitting the necessary beat from time to time, just taking on a more contemporary approach. In contrast to Chocol’s hip-hop, she chose a genre she excels in.

Chocol smirks as she goes down towards the floor once again, expecting another floor work from her. She did, but a lot shorter and takes everyone by surprise once again. 

(Y/N) did a middle spilt before crouching down, but she didn’t get up. Instead, she takes a hold of her left foot, before initiating a single hand cartwheel – still holding onto the foot, down to a split and stands up without the use of her hands. 

Screams can be heard once again, thoroughly impressed by the never-ending amount of techniques and tricks the Jam Republic dancer seem to possess. Jam Republic members sported a disgusted looks as they cheer their fellow member on, some jumping on their places purely from the amount of adrenaline they are getting just by watching (Y/N) dance. 

They are not the only one’s though. Bada, with her cool and mysterious look she once sported, almost disappears by how much she is now yelling. Watching (Y/N) dance only increases her determination and will to befriend her and possibly collab with her and her team in the future. Bada watches with awe as (Y/N) stays true to her word: she really is setting the stage on fire. 

(Y/N) can hear her time coming to an end, she laid down on her stomach with her legs up in the air as she drags her finger to her lips, smirking seductively at Chocol. The said girl only tilted her cap and bites her bottom lip in acknowledgement.

(Y/N) held onto that pose for a few seconds, taking in the cheers and the screams of the other dancers before grinning brightly and standing up. 

“How can she possess that duality?! One moment she’s all smiles and elegant looking the next moment its as if she’s seducing me!” Downy exclaimed as she watches (Y/N) makes her way to her team with a bright smile.    

“She’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Mini said, clapping her hands after patting and congratulating Chocol on the battle.

“You were on fire baby!” Emma cheers, patting the heaving girl on the shoulders. 

“Harley Quinn definitely possessed you for a moment there!” Ling exclaims. 

“Thank you,” (Y/N) smiles at her members before turning around to face the judges on the middle. 

Chocol is one of the oldest and seasoned battlers they have, and Wolf’Lo doesn’t have a lose chip to their board yet, so, (Y/N) is prepared and had already accepted her fate that she lost this battle. 

“Fight judges,” Kang Daniel announces, “card open.”

It was a surprise that the judges seem to have their pick already and confidently, however, the result of the battle left everyone even more surprised. 

Three pink cards. 

(Y/N)’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, and this time, she actually fell to the floor in shock. Jam Republic immediately went to her side and cheered her on while Wolf’Lo nods their head in defeat but claps nonetheless. She makes her way towards Chocol to shake her hand, but before she can do that, Chocol takes her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, causing her to grin and flush bright red. 

Everyone who saw the interaction began teasing and cooing at the couple, some because of jealousy, others because of the *kilig. Well, most of them. A particular leader of the blue team scoffed loudly before chuging down the contents of her bottle before crushing the bottle with one hand. As she grumbles in her seat, her members are secretly watching her in amusement, never expecting their leader to act this way. 

“Thank you for the amazing fight, Chocol.” (Y/N) began, taking her hand back with a smile still painted on her lips. 

Chocol shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly with a smirk, stuffing her hands on her pockets. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I had fun.”

“Yah, what do you mean darling?!” Baby Sleek scolded playfully as she slaps the back of Chocol’s head and drags her back by her arm, causing the younger woman to pout. 

“Stop flirting with her and get back to our seats! “Darling,” your face.” Jam Republic just laughs at the dynamic of the orange team. 

The rest of the crews are still in shock that the first and only person so far to break the winning streak of Wolf’Lo is the ballerina of the pink team. 

“Wow, (Y/N) really is amazing.” Rena of Tsubakill said, still in awe of the Jam Republic member who is now currently walking back to their seats.

“She only had two battles so far and she’s already proving herself as one of the strongest dancers here.” Akanen replied. 

“Fight judge Monika, why did you pick (Y/N) as the winner of the battle?” Kang Daniel asked.

“I’m going to keep it short and frank, (Y/N) did not only dance, she told a story.” Monika says while looking at the dancer. “She told a story while embodying a well-known character of the movie which is insane because it’s as if you really are her for a second. You brought colour to the dance – no, you brought fire to the dance.”

Jam Republic claps at Monika’s comment. 

“(Y/N),” she adds, “you took me by surprise. You really are one of a kind.” 

(Y/N) swears she could sob at the high regard. She stands up and bows deeply towards Monika like she did too Mike Song. She then stands up 

“It’s like a main character moment,” Biggy said, watching as Kirsten place a win chip to their board. “Are we the side characters?” Lady Bounce laughed at her. 

As (Y/N) places the first and only lose chip on the board of Wolf’Lo, Baby Sleek reaches up her hand and pats her head. 

“Well done, (Y/N),” she says. “You really have gone far now. I’m proud of you.”

*kilig - causing or characterized by a feeling of exhilaration or elation.

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— KOREAN GIRLFRIEND. ❞

Kirsten Dodgen x Reader!:

— in which Kirsten finds out her Korean girlfriend joined the show with her own crew.

— where everyone just find out that kirsten has a girlfriend who is in the show with them.

note: I do not own kirsten or any of the crew, women or the whole show. This is purely made for entertainment purposes!

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Kirsten was chuckling as she looked at the screen of her phone, she could be seen texting someone. Whoever they were made her quite giggly. Interested on why their leader was giggling to herself, Ling leaned over Kirsten's shoulder to see who she was talking to.

"Ooh~ who you getting all fuzzy for capt—WHO IS THIS 'LOVE'?" Ling exclaimed as she finally saw who she was texting to. Kirsten has a boyfriend and she knew this now?! After all these years, she only found out today.

"Shh! Not so loud!" Kirsten covered her teammate's mouth, they were the only ones in the Jam Republic room since the other three members were in the bathroom retouching their makeup and whatever they need to do in the bathroom.

"But yes...we have been for 3 years now." Kirsten said to Ling who gaped like a fish. The Asian woman felt a bit hurt to know that this has been hidden for a long time now and she only found out today. Now that she thought about it, she's seen her leader chuckle and even get a sudden call when teaching her classes, she always picked it up immediately and excuse herself. So it was her lover, huh?

"So, where's he from?" Ling asked Kirsten who sighed while looking up on the ceiling.

"She's from here in South Korea, one of the reason I agreed to join this show." Kirsten responded before chuckling at the sudden shocked gasp from Ling.

"SHE?!"

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A group of tall attractive women could be seen walking from the front of the studio on where the show is being held. Each scene of the camera revealing very attractive faces of the women, they all looked qualified to be a model.

"Woah, can't believe we're actually here." One of them mumbled in awe as all of them looked around. Her name was Lee Dohee, a tall woman with a brown pixie cut hair and cute-like features. She is the maknae of the group, age ranging of 19.

"I know right? It's a bit nerve-wracking now that we're here." KZ another member of the crew said as she shook her hands. She is a woman a bit taller than Dohee with black long hair and ash red highlights stopping just at the middle of her back, her age ranging of 26.

"Oh! Do you think we'll have international groups? I heard that swf is planning on inviting some! Do you think they'll get famous dancers from other countries? Someone we know? Someone that's like an underdog? Ooh! Maybe someone from Royal Family?! But that's a bit hard to do though especially when they have a tour going on around the world right now." Hollie the hyper one in the group said multiple things in wonder. She had two high up pigtails for her long navy blue hair as she made big gestures while talking.

"Calm down, Hun. I'm sure we'll find out when we enter the studio." Kim Sarah, the second oldest member of the group told the young woman. She had platinum blonde hair that's in a boy-cut, contrast to her looks, she was the mom of the group while their leader was like the dad.

Said leader only chuckled to herself as she led the team through the small hallway to get to their assigned room.

Sin-ergy

The banner was colored red with devil horns and their crew name on it, it was their room next to Jam Republic whose banner is bright compared to theres.

"Jam Republic?"

"Looks like they did invite people we know from overseas."

"Do you think Kirs-unnie is in there?!"

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Kirsten who heard her name called outside the room perked up, that high-pitched voice sounded familiar. Where did she hear that from again?

"Wow, they are loud." Latrice chuckled, liking the energy the women outside their room let out. (They don't know what they're talking about since their translator went out for a bit, so the translation isn't working for now that's why I said Latrice likes their energy.)

"At least we aren't the only ones here to just have fun and experience." Ling said with a slight smile as they all kept listening to the crew outside.

Kirsten on the other hand, kept contemplating on if she knew them or not. She can't help but feel like she should go outside and greet them but she decided not to.

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Every crew was already downstairs, now they were only waiting for the last one.

As if on cue, voices from upstairs rang out to the bottom as everyone put their gazes up to where they heard the voices are.

"Woah, this kinda looks cool!" Hollie exclaimed as she skipped across the large hallway as her team watched fondly at her.

"We should take pictures here later." KZ said as the others nodded in agreement.

"we're approaching the stairs, get ready." Y/N ever the dominant leader said as her members either hummed or nod in agreement while she led them from the front.

"Woah..here they come." Mannequeen's Yoonji muttered as she straightened herself in anticipation for the last group.

Sin-ergy stepped down the states as everyone stared at them in awe mostly at their tell structure and the energy they let out. They were even more intimidating than Wolf-lo and that's saying something.

"They're so tall!"

"They all look like they could be models."

"Oh my, look at Y/N!"

"Wait doesn't Y/N's outfit look kind of familiar?"

That statement that was said out loud made everyone realize where they saw that top before, their heads then snap towards a certain leader of Jam Republic noticing how similar their outfits looked. Though it's a bit absurd that they assumed such a thing, the way Kirsten stared at the leader of Sin-ergy in such shock and a look of knowing who she was made them think otherwise.

The tall group of women finally arrived on the stage waiting for the critiques of the other groups.

"Their team doesn't really stand out, it's only because of their heights."

"They're too tall for a dancer, i mean how do you move those long arms? Throw them around like some sort of stripped paper?"

"I don't see the point of them being a crew when it all just looks like Y/N with a bunch of back-up dancers."

Y/N just stared at the screen with a unnerving gaze causing the ones who made those comment to shrink in their seats as they were intimidated by her stare.

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"How dare they.." Kirsten muttered as she seethed silently in her seat. They dare talk to her woman in that way? They must have a death wish.

"How dare they what?" Latrice who was behind her asked her leader. She was confused on what she meant as they don't even know those tall women. Kirsten stiffened a bit as she didn't realize she said it out loud so she just waved her off.

"It's nothing, just remembered something." She can't just say her girlfriend just got dissed and now she's pissed off y'know? Can't she?

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"That's funny.." Y/N muttered amused by their comments, her team was also amused as this wasn't even diss, it's like eight grades bullying each other. Though they don't let it show as they kept giving a uninterested stare that kind of came off as them being mad due to the dominating aura they give off.

"Let's go." With that one command, the five of them went towards their spot just across Jam Republic.

"Wait, are my eyes messing with me or is Kirsten across us?" Holli grabbed KZ's arm as her eyes widened, the same could be said with the other members as they look at Kirsten who only smiled in return, amused by their reactions.

"Looks like we're against each other." Dohee said as she nodded in greeting to Jam Republic who returned it.

"This will be fun." Y/N said as she hotly smirked at the Jam Republic Leader who shyly smiled at the tall woman.

"A battle between lovers, now that's an interesting plot."

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user1234: WHAT? THEY'RE TOGETHER?

leyley__: MY TEAM LEADER HAS A LOVER AND I JUST KNEW NOW?!

-> kirstendodgen: surprise?

iluvkirs: IT'S ALWAYS THE HOT WOMEN THAT'S TAKEN I SWEAR

-> luvluvy/n: I KNOW RIGHT?

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taglist!: @ssivinee @froufrousnowman @amararosesblog @kayascar @tikitsune @thefrostedwinter

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #swf #kirsten dodgen #jam republic #kirsten x reader

[badasgirlfriend]

Step By Step | Bada Lee

pairings: bada lee x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers, student x teacher

a/n: idk i just had an idea

parts: 1, 2 , 3.....

"Sorry." The short-haired girl bowed as she bumped into a man. He turned, his face twisted with anger, and he uttered a curse at her.

The girl winced at his harsh words, but she can't blame him, it was her fault after all. She's the one running around like a headless chicken

With a sigh of frustration, she began running once more. She didn't plan on being late, but her teacher had insisted that she remain after class for discussion of some things. To her, they were utterly stupid matters, but she had no choice but to comply. She was quite certain that the teacher was merely looking to curry favor with her, just because her mom is a famous ballerina.

"Sorry maam." Nari said to the older woman, " Do you happen to know where the-" she paused looking at her phone "Jam Republic agency is located?"

The older woman scoffed "Are you blind"

Nari was astonished by her bluntness, she didn't expect that

"It's right behind you. Even at my age, I can see better than you, it would seem."

"Well, you're not wrong about that." she replied, murmuring the statement to herself, and quickly added, "Thank you. Have a nice day"

Turning away, she saw that the old lady had been correct all along. With an exasperated sigh, she pushed through the door leading into the building,

As her eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, she soon spotted the reception's desk. However, to her dismay, no one seemed to be stationed there. Walking a bit closer, she placed her bag on the ground and sat in one of thr chairs.

After waiting a few minutes, and not hearing or seeing anybody else, Nari finally decided to proceed with her outfit change. She had no desire to keep waiting around, and risk anyone seeing her in her tight pastel pink skirt and green top. Her mothers choices

Just as Nari began to stand, she spotted a tall girl exit through a doorway nearby. She was wearing a white shirt, grey sweatpants, and a grey zip-up hoodie. The girl had a white hat on concealing most of her features, making it quite difficult for Nari to take a good look at her face at all.

Not to mention, the girl was looking straight down at the ground, making it even more difficult for Nari to see her expression.

With a quick motion, she locked the bathroom door and took out her clothes from her bag. First, she slipped on the black sweatpants, followed by the grey sports bra. Then, she wore the baggy t-shirt, but didn't like the way it looked, so she instead placed it behind her neck only covering her shoulders. After a few adjustments, she stood before the mirror looking at herself

Having had enough of the ugly pink bow that was on her hair, she tossed it into the trash can. Then, she gathered her hair up into a rather messy, yet loose, ponytail, securing it with an elastic band. She looked in the mirror now happy with her appearance. She felt like herself, not like the girl her mother wants her to be

She unlocked the door and went outside, entering the now familiar hallway she saw the same tall girl from earlier, sitting in one of the chairs

Embarrassing, she witnessed her outfit change

Quietly, she returned to the chair, and took her seat once more. She waited patiently for anyone to arrive, casting a glance in the direction of the tall girl, who appeared to be preoccupied with her phone, as her eyes remained firmly fixed to the screen.

"Excuse me," Nari blurted out before she could stop herself. She immediately fell silent, feeling a sudden wave of tension wash over her. The girl turned her head toward her in curiosity, and Nari became utterly speechless, as she was not expecting her to be this beautiful. Nari found herself completely unable to move, as she was simply lost for words, and utterly mesmerized by the sight of the other girl's striking looks.

"Yes?"

Fuck, not only was she attractive and beautiful, but even her voice was incredibly alluring.

In an effort to regain some level of composure, she cleared her throat, and hoped that her voice would not crack. "Uhm, do you know if Bada Lee is here?"

"I'm Bada," the girl stated, leaving Nari utterly confused

"What"

"What...?"

However, Nari's confusion only deepened, as she was under the impression that her teacher was a man, based on the information that her friend told her before.

"You're not Bada" the younger girl blurted out, shaking her head in disagreement.

Now it was Bada's turn to be confused "Im pretty sure I am" was this girl on drugs

"My friend told me that you were a man," she said

"Well, your friend is mistaken" Bada replied with a slight chuckle. "And, my name is definitely not a masculine one," she added

"Im so sorry" Unable to hold back her rage, Nari found herself itching to find her friend, Chaeyoung. With the next class being only a few short hours away, the anticipation of making Chaeyoung face her consequences was nearly unbearable.

She was in deep shit

"You're Shin Nari right." Bada asked, and Nari confirmed with a quick nod of her head.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be this young," Bada stated, looking at Nari with a confused expression. "Here it says that you're in your thirties, so this is a surprise."

Nari felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her, and she wanted to bury herself and die "Sorry I have a habit of picking random birth years everytime I apply for something"

If Bada said no to teaching her she wouldn't be surprised

"Alright, let's not waste any time and begin," Bada stated with a nod as she and Nari both stood up "Are you familiar with dance, were you a dancer before?"

"Yes Im a ballerina" Nari nodded

Bada's eyebrow raised in surprise, yet again, and she couldn't help herself from inquiring further. "Oh, really? So, what brought about the shift from ballet to hip hop?"

"Oh, but I'm not quitting ballet completely," Nari clarified with a quick glance toward Bada. "I actually love both ballet and hip hop," she added. "So what you have here is a two-for-one dancer," Nari joked, smiling at her own words.

Bada chuckled at Nari's joke, Nari was truly a sight to behold, she couldn't deny her beauty. Ever since she had first seen her, Bada was left in a state of awe at her natural beauty, and it was something that she hadn't expected at all.

However, what she hadn't anticipated either, was the fact that Nari would turn out to be her student.

"Alright, then, we will first begin with some exercises meant to loosen up your stiffness, considering your ballet background," Bada stated, clarifying their focus "This is the main priority at the moment," she added.

Nari nodded in agreement, she couldn't wait

#bada lee imagine #bada lee edit #bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x yn #bada lee x oc #swf 2 #swf #street woman fighter x reader #street woman fighter 2 #jam republic #bebe team #gxg #wlw #student teacher #fanfic #imagine #gxg imagine #kpop

[pinkyqil]

And they all acted like they hated each other

I love them all 💗

#pinkyqil #swf2 #pinky shenanigans #fypシ #talk with pinky #team bebe #jam republic #manequeen #1 million #wolfo lo #tsubakill #ladybounce #swf2 edits #swf2 concert #swf

[margokesses]

For the girls and the gays

#jam republic #latrice #kristen #street woman fighter 2 #hush ke

[auliisflower]

Siren eyes

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that, Baby”

JAM REPUBLIC! KIRSTEN DODGEN

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FEM! IDOL READER

A wild heartstealer idol named Yang Y/N and a globally famous dancer named Kirsten Dodgen is a pretty good duo for a power couple, don’t you think? One can only wonder how the korean public will take the news that a dancer from New Zealand can tame the all-famous idol Yang Y/n. Will life let them have their way or will the public eye force another idol between the two who they think will fit Y/n better?

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The sound of keys clanging down on a desk could be heard throughout the cold, quiet apartment soon after Y/n had turned on the light in the dim hallway. It was pitch black, maybe 1 am? Y/n wasn’t sure…How much had she drunk at that party? She wondered if her girlfriend was still up.

Oh shit.

Her girlfriend. Y/n had sent her a text earlier promising that she would get home early. Her friends got her too drunk, that promise completely slipped out of her head. Now here she was stumbling around the apartment, trying not to make any noise just in case Kirsten woke up.

She downed a glass of water and went into the bathroom to wash up for bed. Oh god, she looked terrible, when did her cheeks go that red? It almost looked like someone’s lipstick….

“No, don’t think that..oh fuck” Y/n’s head pulsed, she could barely remember the wild night at her brother’s house.

She hurried up and brushed her teeth, took off her make up, and got into her pajamas. “I wonder what time Kirsten went to sleep…I’m so fucked tomorrow morning” Y/n muttered to herself as she climbed the stairs towards her and her girlfriend’s shared bedroom.

She slowly pushed the door open to find Kirsten completely covered, almost drowning in the sheets. Y/n chuckled to herself, finding her girlfriend adorable. She wouldn’t be so adorable tomorrow though, as soon as she found out what time Y/n got home. Ugh, it scares Y/n just thinking about it. Well, there’s nothing she could do about it now.

Y/n didn’t even bother checking her friends’ messages at that point, she just placed her phone down on the bedside table, without another thought. There were only two things on her dizzy mind at that point, the warm bed and her warm, cozy girlfriend.

The next morning

…8:37 am…

Y/n woke with a start, finding her peaceful sleep interrupted by a pillow to her face…

“Ugh…” she groaned as a hangover headache made its presence known. She opened her eyes to her girlfriend who wore Y/n’s old grey shirt and little black shorts. “…Hi, Kirs” she smiled meekly at her girlfriend who just glared at her.

After a few awkward seconds of silence Kirsten finally voiced out, “I’m just disappointed”. Y/n sat up from the comfy duvet and rubbed her sleepy eyes, “I’m sorry, baby, my friends got me too drunk and I couldn’t think straight.” She just rolled her eyes at you and stormed out the room. Y/n could hear Kirsten’s thundering footsteps down the stairs and groaned.

She fucked up.

Big time.

Y/n quickly got up from the bed and made the covers and pillows tidy. She stepped down the staircase quietly in order to not set her girlfriend off even more. She looked around the apartment and found the bathroom locked, she could hear the sink running and…crying? Oh fuck, “No, no, no” Y/n thought, panicking, “what the fuck happened last night?” She remembered her phone in the bedroom and ran up to go get it.

She unlocked her phone and immediately opened instagram to a horde of messages from her friends last night. She viewed some stories, including two from one of her close friends, Ishiriki Yangxi, an idol who the public thinks should be with Y/n as their visuals fit with each other. The first part of the story was a group picture with Y/n and their circle of friends, The second picture was..

“Oh my fucking god” Y/n’s eyes widened at the image. It was a picture of her and Yangxi, the girl was placing a kiss on Y/n’s cheek, leaving red lipstick marks all over Y/n’s face, as sweaty bodies jumped and danced around them.

“No fucking way she posted this.” Y/n immediately sent a message to Yangxi,

“ISHIRIKI LIAN YANGXI, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU POST THAT ON YOUR STORY? KIRSTEN FUCKING SAW IT AND NOW SHE’S CRYING. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU. YOU KNEW I WAS TOTALLY WASTED AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME.“

After sending the message with her head pulsing even harder than last night, she left her phone on the bed and ran down the stairs.

Kirsten was nowhere to be found. “Oh fuck me” Y/n gritted her teeth together. Where was she? Oh god, she had to apologize, right this instant. She needed to explain that it wasn’t what she thought.

Y/n sent a few messages to Kirsten apologizing for the story and explaining the situation. She called her girlfriend’s number, no answer…Shit. “God where is she?” Y/n thought, stressed over this. Y/n asked around Kirsten’s friends, Ling, Latrice, Emma, and Audrey.

Ling, Emma, and Audrey all answered pretty quick, all responding with replies like they didn’t know or Kirsten hasn’t talked to them.

Latrice answered last, “She’s with me in the studio, we’re working on a choreo piece” Y/n read her reply quickly as she saw Latrice’s chat bubble typing again.

“Kirs told me that she wanted some space for a couple hours to cool down and think about things” she added

Y/n replied to Latrice, “Oh…okay, could you please tell her I’m incredibly sorry and if she’ll let me I’ll explain to her what happened, please.”

Latrice replied instantly, “Okay sure, don’t worry about it, I’m sure she’ll feel better after a few hours of dancing to cool off”

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Y/n decided to leave her alone, deciding it would be better for her to think about that

for a while before Y/n explains herself. She figured Kirsten would come back somewhere near lunch time, she usually takes a nap at noon…

It was now 9:15 and Y/n decided to get some stuff to make up for last night. She went out and got a bouquet of yellow and white tulips, yellow was Kirsten’s favorite, because she loves the sun. She hurried home and made lunch for the two of them.

…10:04 am…

Y/n cleaned her self up and put on something comfy to not look like a mess. She went up to the bedroom and opened her phone.

There was a message from Yangxi.

“Oh. I thought you were in your right mind…Everyone told me I should go for it, I’m sorry.” Her reply said.

“Well, Sorry doesn’t cut it. I was completely drunk last night, that should’ve never happened, I’m sorry but this friendship cannot go on if it hurts my girlfriend” Y/n replied back coldly, still fuming from Yangxi’s actions. She blocked her, just to make sure it never happened again, she didn’t care if the public wanted them to date, Y/n wanted Kirsten, and Kirsten only.

Y/n cleaned up the house a bit more before Kirsten came back to take her mind of Yangxi for a bit. She went up to the bedroom again to touch up her makeup, after a few minutes she heard the door unlocking and a few light footsteps.

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She grabbed the bouquet from the bed and listened for a few minutes. Once she heard the bathroom door opening and closing shut, she crept down the stairs quietly and hid in the living room for a bit.

After the bathroom door opens once more, Y/n peeked through the living room door to see Kirsten looking for something in her bag with her back to Y/n. Slowly and quietly, Y/n made her way to her girlfriend and gently slid her arms around Kirsten’s waist.

With the bouquet in one hand and the other going lower to hook her fingers through the belt loops of Kirsten’s pants, Y/n gently laid her chin on Kirsten’s shoulder as Kirsten let out a soft sigh.

“Kirsten please…I’m sorry, let me explain what happened” Y/n begged her quietly, hugging her tightly as if afraid if she let go, it’d be the last time. Kirsten let a few seconds of silence slip as she felt Y/n’s hot breath on her neck and her warm hands on her waist.

“Fine…what the hell did I see on Yangxi’s story this morning?” Kirsten muttered quietly as she placed her hands gently on the kitchen counter, the item in her bag completely forgotten.

Y/n heaved a sigh, “It was my fault, I’m so sorry, my love. My brother gave me too much to drink but I never thought Yangxi would’ve taken advantage of that. Trust me, Kirsten, I would never willingly let her do that.” Y/n quietly let out.

“Please believe me on this, Kirsten, I’ve already asked my company and Yangxi to separate us, I never want to work with her anymore now that she hurt you.” Y/n begged her, her eyes shined with tears because seeing Kirsten hurt broke her heart into a million pieces.

Kirsten stayed silent for a bit, Y/n could feel her breathing more heavily now. “it's okay... you go on ahead and cry. I've got you...” Y/n let out worriedly as tears slid down Kirsten’s cheeks. Y/n let go of her and set the bouquet on the table quickly, she turned back to Kirsten who was looking down at the floor, her tears steadily flowing.

Y/n wiped her tears gently, “You know you’re mine right?” Kirsten let out quietly as she let Y/n wipe her tears away. “Of course, my love” Y/n breathed out, clearly relieved, “I’m all yours, Kirs” Y/n grabbed her hand gently and placed a gentle kiss on her palm.

Y/n giggled lightly at the shorter woman, "What are you laughing at? i don't see anything funny." Kirsten questioned her, Y/n giggled in response “You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“Sorry how am I not supposed to be jealous when you’re supposed to be fucking mine, Y/n?” Kirsten rolled her eyes, Y/n grinned at her as she wrapped her arms around Kirsten’s waist again, finally letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“You're so fucking hot when you're mad." Y/n muttered in Kirsten’s ear as she giggled finally relieving the tension that hung in the air for the past couple of minutes. Kirsten broke the hug as she held both of Y/n’s hands in her own,

“Yeah, yeah. You're cute. Just stop smiling at me like that." She giggled back in response.

Kirsten took Y/n’s hand and led her into the living room, “Oh?, you just can't help yourself, can you?" Y/n giggled at the shorter woman, loving this side of Kirsten she rarely got to see. They stumbled into the room, as Kirsten pulled Y/n’s collar to bring her into a heated kiss, Y/n didn’t resist, she’ll let Kirsten have her fun this one time.

Y/n just let it happen as Kirsten pushed her onto the couch, “Don’t you have to go back to the studio later?” Y/n questioned her girlfriend as she sat in her lap. “That doesn’t really matter to me right now, I’m sure Latrice can finish the piece by herself” Kirsten mumbled as she pulled Y/n into a slow, sweet kiss which morphed into a rough, eager make out session that left Y/n whimpering for more.

As Kirsten let Y/n catch her breath, she said “You look good like this, with my lipstick all smeared around your face and your neck marked by me.” Kirsten grinned smugly at the woman below her. She pushed Y/n so that the taller woman was lying down with Kirsten still comfortably seated in her lap.

Y/n was panting achingly at Kirsten, completely overwhelmed by her dominating behavior. She was all over you. She looked at you with those beautiful, captivating eyes of hers and you just found her irresistible. That was a look Y/n could never get tired of.

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that, Baby”

Let��s just say Y/n’s bouquet and the lunch she prepared were long forgotten after that.

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HIIIII!!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG HELP, ANYWAYS I HOPED THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS 😭😭 SORRY IF IT SUCKS BUT I DID MY BEST OK😭 BUT IF YOU WANT MORE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS FOR ANY SWF2 DANCER <333 THATS ALL ILY GUYS MWA

(girl this was not my best, at all)

#swf2 x reader #swf2 #kirsten x reader #kirsten dodgen #jam republic #ling zhang #emma huch #latrice #audrey lane #yang jungwon #street woman fighter 2 #kirsten dodgen x reader

[ciades]

* MASTERLIST !

welcome to endgirIs prev. badagf! here, you can find all of my written works.

do not steal / copy / repost, even with credit. requests are ALWAYS open, msg me about things you’d like to see on my blog <3

BADA LEE X FEM!READER:

eyes to the sky.

contrary to popular belief, bada lee isn’t always stone cold to people around her. when it comes to you, bada’s short girlfriend, she absolutely melts. FLUFF, height difference

winner takes it all.

it all comes down to this: bada’s just won street woman fighter, and needs someone to celebrate with. SMUT, overstimulation + 🧠 from bada

lie detector test. (coming very soon!)

swf2’s highly anticipated special episode features bada lee and her not so secret girlfriend in a lie detector test. FLUFF, relationship reveal, swf2!reader

CIADES © 2024

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[monikashinswife]

Hiiii I love your Monika fanfic! Thank you so much, I'm so deprive of her fics, I neeed mooooore!!!

If it's okay to request another fic of her where she's jealous. Like the f reader has everyone's attention and they all taught she's single so almost everyone is trying to make a move on her (only her crew knew their relationship) not knowing she's already taken by the one and only Monika Shin.

Thank you so so muuuch!

・❥・Hi there beautiful Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I really appreciate you! So anygays here you go, I hope it is up to your liking. Enjoy reading<33

"Jelly Jelly" (Monika Shin x F! Reader)

warnings: none? not proofread

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"You ready?" Monika's voice beamed all over the room as she called for you. She smiled when she heard your hurried steps. You gave her a smile when she took your bag to carry it for you, "are you sure about this?" You carefully asked, worried about going together to the studio because of the fear of the fans seeing as both of you wanted to keep your relationship private.

"Yes honey, let's go." She squeezed your hands, leading you to her car. The car was filled with calm atmosphere as you both jammed to the music. Both having a good time dancing and singing the words to the song while on the road.

"I'll text Yuri and let the crew know we're here." You informed her when the car stopped in front of the studio. Monika just rubbed your thighs as she watched you click on your phone.

After a few minutes, you both heard laughters and voices of your girls. That's the signal that you both waited. "Good luck darling." She whispered lovingly, caressing your face as you rubbed her hand that is on your thigh. You lean in for a soft and passionate good luck kiss before stepping out the car.

"Unnies!" Their enthusiasm was welcomed by both of you. You gave the four of them a hug, and Monika doing the same as they all became close with her through you. The crew had a few small talk with Monika before she parted ways.

VivaDiva has been going strong eversince you created this crew. With your charismatic dance moves and versatility, you manage to captivate your audience. On top of that, your stage presence left the audience in awe. Your popularity was undeniable.

And there was also no denying at the fact that you are very attractive. And you attract people easily. Your qualities can be also seen in your crew. Lily, Yuri, Nari, and Minji. These girls also made their name in the dancing community. There was so denying that your crew was one for the look out.

With you being their leader, you always help them and offer the support that they need. You would cater to their needs like a mother. And your crew does the same for you. They would always support you and that's one of the reasons why this crew is strong.

As you and your crew descended to the stairs, the tension arises. Your presence is certainly felt, like it was always the first time.

The crews were preparing and finalizing for the Battle. Watching other crews rehearse and checks, but during those times. Monika can't help but noticed how almost everyone tried to get even bits of your attention. She would always notice how the other crews' members tried to talk to you or have you notice them.

It doesn't help that when they are dancing or performing to their assigned task, they would find a way to make eye contact with you or wink at you. But like always, you would give them a polite smile. Knowing that your blush was only for your girlfriend.

But one of the more determined one is Funky Y, knowing who she is, you also happen to recognize her because of her talent and she was someone you could talk to about being a leader. But Monika notices her hidden motives as it is not that hard to distinguish and she knows how attractive and talented her girl is.

But she still can't help but feel jealous. She hated feeling like this. But she chose not to make a scene about it because of her role in this competition. She just observe silently, but she doesn't realize how her jealousy is building up.

After the rehearsal, it was time for the battle. And the crews were given the chance to choose who to battle. And when it's Funky Y's turn.

"Who would you choose to battle with?" The MC, Daniel asked the blonde. She look around the studio until her eyes stopped at you. You did not falter and held eye contact with her. Your crew exclaim happily when you're chosen. They wanna see you battle.

As the song started playing. The moves were thrown out in a rhythmic battle between two known names. You two were different and the audience are going nuts because of how insane your body moves to the rhythm. It was mesmerizing and addictive.

During a tense dance battle between the you and Funky Y, Monika's impartiality wavered. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched you both battle, the other judges nod in approval of the your performance. And it was all decided when the three judges raised your card. All of them taking turns to explain why they the winner. When it was Monika's turn to critique, Monika's words were unusually harsh towards Funky Y.

"You may have the looks and the moves, but dance is more than just that," Monika critiqued, her tone laced with resentment. "You need to dig deeper, show more variety, and remember that dance is an art, not just a show."

The audience fell silent, all of them taking Monika's words in. And you couldn't help but look at her in question. Funky Y also did great.

When Monika realizes her words, she ended it in a good note. Sighing as she watch you take your seat with your crew. Once the shoot ended, you find her.

"Monika, we need to talk," you said, your voice

soft yet determined. You took Monika's hands. Your other hand caressing her as you completely noticed how she's been acting. And her snapping at Funky Y was the confirmation.

"I know you're feeling jealous, but you're the one I love, the one I want. No amount of attention from others can change that. I'll prove it to you through my dance, and I promise, our love will remain stronger than any competition."Monika's heart melted as she looked into your eyes.

She had let her jealousy get the best of her, but your unwavering love and reassurance were all she needed.

You shared a tender moment before you return to your home.

After what happened, you both carefully let everyone know about your relationship. Yours and Monika's professionalism showed. And you dance not only for the competition but to show her your and commitment to Monika.

As the competition continued, the your performances became a beautiful declaration of love, and Monika, sitting among the judges, couldn't be prouder of her girlfriend's talent and devotion.

Your love story became an integral part of Street Woman Fighter Season 2, reminding everyone that love could withstand the fiercest of battles.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#monika shin x reader #monika shin #street woman fighter x reader #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #mannequeen #prowdmon #vivadiva #bebe #jam republic #lady bounce #1 million #gay

[devouringdevoutly]

007: Singaporean Sling [G!P]

Summary: She was never this cock drunk before she met her.

Horny? Yes.

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not.

But as the seasons change so does Audrey's sexual appetite.

Note: This is a self-indulgent fic, crossposting it here on tumblr is basically a birthday gift to myself. Again, this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life situations and relationships. Originally posted on ao3. CW: Smut, Drunk Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Futanari, G!P/Girl Penis, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Lactation Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lemon. Pairing: Audrey/Bada Language: English Words: 2,676

"You wore my clothes again."

Bada says with a sigh and it was hard to discern whether it was meant to be one of annoyance or lust. Maybe it was both but who knows, really. 

They just came back from the nightly company dinner their manager relentlessly dragged them to, every single night without fail since they both arrived in the country. It was beginning to feel like it's quite the chore no one wanted to do. But who were they to refuse and complain? When they were getting sumptuous yet equally scrumptious food for free. 

"And what about it?" Audrey cheekily responds as she plops down on her hotel room's sofa. The mix of the high end liquors and the cheap cocktails they basically chugged under the provision of their flagrantly drunk labelmates and staff, was definitely getting to them. Thankfully, Bada had managed to take the both of them back to Audrey's suite before they went insane from the loud music and just overall embarrassment of having to deal with their drunk co-workers' high jinks. 

Audrey's suite was big. Big enough to accommodate two tipsy and touchy girlfriends that is. The room overlooked almost all of Singapore's best sites. The view was to marvel at and any person of whatever standing would've been in an awestruck, as the city's bright lights beautifully contrasted the dark empty sky as it was already deep into night.

Under usual circumstances, Bada would've taken a picture and posted it on her Instagram story with some cheesy music she had been listening to recently, and then paired it with some banal ass caption to cater to her deranged fans who would overthink what it meant. But she was in no mood for that tonight, not when a literal goddess was laying right in front of her. The view just paled in comparison. If there was anything that should be captured by her in the first place, it was to be Audrey and only Audrey.

"Take it off." The older one demanded.

"No." The younger defies playfully, recklessly pushing her girlfriend's buttons as she lounged on the sofa and stretched her body like a cat.

"No?" Bada chuckles in disbelief with Audrey's antics. She then easily swooped her off the couch. Throwing her on her shoulder, and walking to the bedroom with her body in tow without breaking any sweat. Normally, Bada wouldn't even be able to lift that much weight with her almost lanky figure, but her vigor when it came to her beloved girlfriend was not to be underestimated nor questioned. One look at her and anyone would think, "Damn, that's a face men used to go to war for." And that only fueled her primal desire to claim her, if she were to be honest.

Audrey doesn't squirm or try to get out of her grasp, instead she enjoys it as it lasts before she gets gently thrown on her queen size bed. She hits the duvet with a barely audible plop! as she giggled—it was all going according to her plan so far. Bada then crawls over to her body, her taller frame almost covering her whole and she fucking loved it. The thought of the older woman patently enveloping her, just sent a different kind of excitement down to her already soaked and stimulated cunt. 

She then gets closer to her neck, inhaling every bit of her scent like a hound about to devour its prey. And god did Audrey smell so fucking good. Her sweat due to the Singaporean sun pitilessly toasting them as they walked around the amusement park earlier, and her strawberry gourmand fragrance that was still clinging onto her lightly tanned skin, only managed to turn her on even more.

Bada then placed chaste kisses along her neck before placing her plump lips against hers. Their lips met as if waves crashing into shore, her hands roaming around Bada's back wanting to pull her closer than their current position. She then grinded her body against hers, not failing to notice the older woman's hardening length underneath her khaki shorts.

"Fuck. I told you not to wear that hoodie and jogger pants, it's hot as shit here in Singapore." Audrey only giggled at the older's sudden reprimand. She knew that from the start but she insisted in still stealing her clothes and wearing it, parading herself around the city as Bada's to those with heedful eyes and letting them souse in their own surmisings. Bada then hastily removed her clothing only to be taken by surprise.

"You're not wearing anything?" Bada asks as she stares at Audrey's body, all in its naked glory. Her eyes then lingered on her girlfriend's already hardened tits, the brush of the hoodie's fabric on her chest all day making it so.

"Nope." Her younger girlfriend replies with a lustful grin.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that right?" The older woman complains before latching her mouth onto one of Audrey's pink buds, earning a loud gasp from her.

"Y-yeah… Fuck, are you trying to milk me or what?" Audrey finally responded, her voice heavy and thick with bafflement as her girlfriend hungrily sucked her tit. Her other hand playing with the unoccupied one, basically encompassing her whole breast. It wasn't that big in the first place so it was easy to do so. She never had a problem with it as Bada constantly reassured her that it was the perfect size for her to grab and hold, like it was her personal hand warmers in winter.

"What if I am?" The older woman finally lifts her head, her mouth finally detaching from her now sore nips. Audrey whines as her dampened nip was met by the cold breeze of the room's air-conditioning. 

"I wanna fuck you pregnant." Bada says thoughtlessly and Audrey could only raise an eyebrow at her. The constant boob grabbing and massaging, the incessant hand placement on her stomach and her thumb rubbing circles on the soft yet flat surface, the pull out method… It all made sense now.

"Then do it." Audrey says unthinkingly, green lighting whatever was bound to happen from then on.

"What?" Bada asks dumbfounded.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" The sudden change of tone from Audrey could only put a devilish grin on Bada's face. She could only respond by going down on Audrey and suddenly inserting a finger inside of her, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend.

"You're quite loose." Bada plainly says as she inserts another finger inside of Audrey. Her cunt had welcomed her so easily, that it wasn't much of a struggle pumping her fingers in and out of her hole.  

"P-repped myself e-earlier… Do you not like it? A-ah!" The younger woman cries out as Bada sped up her pace. Her long and slender fingers were an absolute godsent to anyone who has had the opportunity to be fucked by her. Each plunge was met with a sickly sweet sound of Audrey's pussy spewing out her own juice. The younger woman then tightened around her digits before wetting and totally coating it with her cum.

"No, thank you baby. It just means that I can fuck you much easier." She then pulls her fingers out of her wetness, sucking every single bit of Audrey's sap that was discharged on her fingers. She tasted salty, a bit sour with a hint of sweetness… She tasted like ripe mangoes and peaches dipped in sea water. If she had to go through hell and beyond like Dante did, just to get a taste of her every single day then she would do it in a heartbeat. Bada then gently grabs the back of Audrey's head, before pulling her into a beguiling kiss to distract her from what would happen next.

Bada would've eaten her out with no shame if her cock wasn't throbbing painfully at this point, screaming at her about wanting to be let out of its clothed imprisonment. She quickly got out of her own hoodie that matched with what Audrey was wearing earlier and zipped down her khaki shorts. Clearly not wanting to waste any more time and miss out on fucking her girlfriend like a dog in heat. 

Bada then teased her by rubbing her raw cock on Audrey's wet folds, letting her feel the hardness and every vein of her length. Dampening the side of her dick with each glide. She slides herself a few more times before slipping inside of Audrey's burrow which warranted the younger to claw her back. It stung like a bitch but the feeling of her tight walls around her cock was just too much for her to notice anything else at the moment. Bada let out a sigh of relief as her cock was now fully engulfed by Audrey's cavity.

Her younger girlfriend could only smile with pride as she salaciously gazed, ogled even at Bada's reaction. She knew that only her pussy could emit such a reaction from the famous dancer. Those bitches can desperately hop on her girlfriend's dick with their shriveled meat curtains all they want, but Bada would only want to fuck her cunt.

She then moved her hips in a lackadaisical manner, wanting to take it slow and ease the both of them to the rhythm of each thrust. 

"F-fuck… forgot how big… y-you were…" Audrey comments, panting and stammering in between words as she physically feels her cunt adjust to Bada's girth and length. Bada swore she could die then and there. Her cock just sandwiched between the gummy enclosure felt sublime. She silently thanked all the gods that had blessed and guided her ancestors to have led her to this moment. Pounding the absolute sanity out of Audrey, their skins slapping with each slide of her cock in and out of Audrey's drenched cunt. Their moans and grunts of pleasure bouncing off the hotel bedroom, making a harmonious melody of their own even without singing.

Audrey was just like a limp vegetable at this point, unable to do anything but to tighten her grip on the sheets under Bada's roughening. She asked for it and so she'll take it like the champ she is. Her resolve was long gone the moment she had landed in the familiar South East Asian land, after her excruciating seventeen hour flight from Los Angeles to Singapore anyway. It had been almost two weeks since she had been physically near her girlfriend. Two weeks of not being able to hold her hand, not being able to hug her human equivalent of Poby from the cartoon show Pororo the Little Penguin, not being able to yap her pretty little mouth off about the most stupid and chronically online of things as she listened to her despite being tired from work and practice. And most importantly… not being able to get fucked by her handsomely gorgeous and charming girlfriend, whom she's convinced was written by Sappho herself.

The last time they had sex was on the night of their last concert, which coincidentally was also Audrey's birthday. Audrey didn't want any gift as she was more than grateful to have had Bada beside her on such a momentous occasion of her life. But it would be a grievous lie to deny that the birthday sex wasn't the cherry on top, as her birthday candles weren't the only thing she had blown that day. 

She was never this cock drunk before she met her. 

Horny? Yes. 

Wanting to be dicked down every time of the day? Absolutely not. But things do change with time like the seasons do, Audrey realized that with the time she had spent flying back and forth from the U.S. to South Korea. Her sexual appetite only being heightened further once she entered her relationship with Bada. 

Bada was her forthcoming. And the reason she had blossomed like a flower in spring, finally receiving its much needed tending after months of ruthless winter snow.

Audrey was then pulled back from her thoughts as Bada hit her spot again and again, she could only pull her closer to her as she moaned shamelessly. She secretly hoped that Emma snuck out of her own hotel room to go clubbing once again. The last thing she wanted to face in the morning was to be bombarded by her teasing. In which she admits, she rightfully deserves for their impudence as a young robust couple with a high libido to keep up with. But she won't let Emma have her win so easily, after months of bickering and play fighting with each other. She wasn't going to back down now.

Soon enough, Bada's body trembled as she thrusted into her one last time, unabashedly painting her walls white and coating her warm with her cum. And holy fuck did it feel good to her senses. She then followed Bada's high with her own, coating the older woman's cock with her own slick.

Bada laid on top of her for a while in which she didn't mind, it felt great even. To hold her close and so tenderly. Audrey then wondered if she would feel the same way once their own baby is placed on her chest, when she finally gives birth in the future. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She felt butterflies in her stomach just at the thought of her possibly carrying their child a few weeks from now. Audrey then accidentally clenched multiple times around Bada just from those thoughts, earning a moan from the older.

"Babe. Shit. Was that not enough?" Bada asks, her ears heating up from the possible suggestion of a second round. Audrey's tightening cunt was basically draining her of every drop of cum from her cock at this point.

"Maybe." Audrey then brazenly grins at her like she's a Cheshire cat. Her big brown eyes gleaming with want and desire. 

"Shush, that's enough princess. We still have work tomorrow." The older woman rationalized, Audrey wanted to protest against her decision but she was quite tired herself as it had been a long day. And so, Bada carefully spooned her and pulled the duvet over their naked bodies before the both of them headed off to dreamland.

A few days later…  

It was time for Bada to go back home. Her schedule in Singapore was finally done and she had no excuse to overstay her welcome in the foreign country. She also had her own share of responsibilities waiting for her back in Seoul that she needed to attend to as soon as possible, so staying for a few more days was out of the conversation. Audrey had to stay behind and send her girlfriend off at the airport. She wanted to cry right then and there and Bada knew it. She hugged her and savored the warmth of her embrace one last time. 

"We still have Vietnam in March. So don't miss me too much, babe." Bada says cheekily once she sees the tears threatening to fall from Audrey's eyes. She then cups her pretty girlfriend's face and gives her a goodbye kiss on both cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally her lips before Audrey leaned into her ear to whisper something.

"I'm not gonna miss you too much when I have my own miniature version of Bada Lee to accompany me." The younger slyly says to her before she was playfully pushed onto the entrance gates. Bada stood there dumbfounded, unable to say or confirm anything from Audrey as their company van drove off to her girlfriend's next agenda for the day.

She boarded her plane with the image of a pregnant Audrey clouding her mind, a smile formed on her face as she embraced the adorably amusing notion of her actually knocking her girlfriend up. God knows more than anyone else that she'd be more than grateful if it actually turned out to be true and not just some silly yet kind of cruel jest by Audrey.

#bada #bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee fanfic #audrey #audrey lane #audrey lane-partlow #bebe #jam republic #street woman fighter #street woman fighter 2 #swf #swf2 #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #lemon #ns/fw #wlw ns/fw #queer ns/fw #wlw #sapphic #kpop #dont like dont read #dont like dont interact #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada lee x audrey lane #badrey #bada lee x oc

[cool-fancier]

Unveiled Hearts

a/n: Not my best work but I hope you enjoy it.

Synopsis: Kirsten love you, but you seem to be totally clueless. Ling suggests she confess. When she eventually tells you, you feel the same way.

Kirsten sat alone in a poorly lit section of the coffee shop, her untouched latte in front of her going cold. She couldn't help but stare at you, the person who held her heart so closely while being entirely oblivious of her true feelings. As you talked to lively to the person who was across from you, your eyes gleamed. Laughter echoed through the room, and every ounce of Kirsten's being ached.

In the sight of your bright smiles and shared laughter, the love she had for you, the love she'd nourished softly and secretly seemed pointless.

Kirsten struggled to focus on her laptop screen with shaky hands, the flickering cursor mocking her with writer's block. Her novel, her escape from the dark emotions that often overtook her, remained stuck in her head, unable to flow onto the pages. Her quiet love echoed on the pages she couldn't write, buried beneath layers of unnoticed words.

Kirsten's lips twitched with a sarcastic smile as she thought about the irony. She was a writer, a master of using words to create worlds, feelings, and stories, but when it came to expressing her love, vulnerability, and emotions towards you, the words disappeared.

The conversation at the opposite table continued, and Kirsten felt like an outsider in a play where she desperately wanted to be an actor. Your pleasant, careless laughter danced in her ears, each note piercing her heart like shards of glass.

"Hi, Kirsten!" I didn't expect to find you here," a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

Kirsten looked up, startled, to see her best friend, Ling, standing next her table. For some time, her expression brightened, relieved to see a friendly face among the chaos. "Hi, Ling. What are you doing here?"

Ling pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Kirsten with curiosity.  "I'm just trying to get some work done." So, how about you? You seem a little... busy."

Kirsten sighed, her attention shifting to you, the subject of her love.  "I'm just... observing.

Ling followed her line of sight, seeing what she was doing. "You're still doing that? Staring at Y/N?"

Kirsten nodded, her heart aching as she was captivated by the scene of your joy. "I'm sorry, Ling. I don't want to feel like this, but I can't help myself."

Ling let out a sympathetic sigh. "You know, Kirsten, we don't always have control over how we feel about someone. But perhaps it's time to talk to Y/N and be open about your feelings."

Kirsten laughed bitterly, her gaze fixed on you. "Ling, it's easier said than done. I'm afraid of what would happen if I did. What if it ruins our friendship?"

Ling leaned in closer, her voice soothing and sweet. "Unless you try, you'll never know." And let's be real, do you want to keep suffering in silence forever?"

Kirsten found herself split between her fear and the possibility of happiness while the two friends talked. The idea of her admitting her feelings for you was horrible, but so was the thought of never knowing whether you felt the same way.

Hours passed, and the coffee shop slowly emptied. Kirsten's latte sat untouched, forgotten. She realised she couldn't keep dodging the reality any longer. She had to confront you and confront her emotions.

When she noticed that the person you were talking to left she gathered her bags, waved bye to Ling, and headed over to your table with new passion.  You looked up, taken aback by her sudden arrival.

"Hey i didn't know you were here," you said with a friendly smile. "What's up, Kirsten?"

Kirsten looked you in the eyes after taking a long breath. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

You leaned in, focused. "What is it?"

"I've been in love with you for a while now," Kirsten said, her heart racing. And watching you with someone else earlier made me realise that I can't keep it to myself anymore."

For a split second, silence fell between them, the tension evident.  Kirsten's heart felt like it was about to burst. Then, much to her surprise, a faint smile appeared on your face.

"I've been waiting for you to say that," you admitted, and Kristen's throat tightened. "I like you, Kirsten." I thought you'd never notice because you don't really pay that much attention."you said with a small smile.

Kirsten felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders as the atmosphere started to brighten. Her eyes welled up with tears as she extended for your hand, which you took in yours.

It was a moment of pure, genuine relief, of shared feelings finally revealed. Kirsten couldn't stop smiling through her tears, and you quietly giggled.

"So, what now?" you asked, without taking your attention away from hers.

"Now," Kirsten said quietly, "we begin a new chapter."

#swf2 x reader #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #jam republic #kirsten dodgen #Kirsten x reader #wlw #jam republic x reader

[badasmuse]

I’m working on stuff i swear. BUT HEAR ME OUT ON THIS SERIES IM BOUT TO WRITE

Title: unknown rn

Characters: (bebe) Bada, Tatter, Lusher, (jamrep) Kirsten, Latrice, (hook)Aiki, Jiyeon, Odd, (mannequeen) Waackxxxy, Yoonji, Redlic, FunkyY with JamRep!BlackGirl!Reader

Summary: it’s like, they all live in a house (if you’ve ever seen Bad Girls Club/Baddies it’s like that) and there’s a bunch of drama between the teams.

it will be 18+ and the main love interest will be y/n & bada (ofc) but with some twists. pls im writing this series soon. love y’all muah💋

even if y’all don’t like the idea imma still write it😭

#squidnotes #bada lee #bada lee smut #swf2 #hook dance #aiki #jam republic #kirsten dodgen #mannequeen #team bebe #black girl reader

[yxine]

— ADMIRE. ❞ (2)

part 1 — part 2 — part 3

Bada Lee x Original Character!:

— in which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter.

— Everyone expected that Jam Republic would be only full of western dancers, so imagine when they found out that the "Queen of Dance" in the Korean Dance industry was joining the survival show Street Woman Fighter.

note: I do not own any of the people here nor the show except for Lea Chang. This was also made for entertainment purposes only.

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No matter where Bada would look at, her gaze always lands on her. Everytime she looks at her, something flutters inside of her. Bada doesn't know if it's due to her being a fan of the queen or something else but it's uncomfortably warm.

"I can't help but stare at her.." muttered the Bebe Leader as she kept glancing at Lea. Tatter who was beside Bada snickered at the obvious admiration her leader has for the Jam Republic Member, although no one can blame her since this was the Queen of Dance of South Korea.

"Someone has a crush~" Teased Lusher who also heard her leader making the said leader mutter curses at her two members.

"Yah! Not so loud and no I do not, besides this is a competition." Bada tried to convince her two members which ended up failing because her eyes went back to the queen.

"No I do not, my ass. You keep ogling at her though I don't blame you, she's ho—" Lusher retorted before getting cut off by her leader.

"Sh! This is a family friendly show!" Bada whispered irritatedly at her member who only snickered in response. Her other members watching them bicker also snickered as they get to see a flustered Bada Lee for the first time when usually it's her who makes the others fluster.

"Welcome back after the small break, dancers! We will now proceed with the first mission no-respect battle!" Once again everyone cheered getting even more hyped up due to a certain someone.

I must prove that I am worthy to be the winner. Was everyone's thoughts as some of them glanced at the tallest female in the room.

"Do you think someone would battle me?" Lea asked Kirsten who was beside her, glancing at the competitors with an uninterested gaze but inwardly she was very much interested.

She knew about the drama 1million and Deep n' Dap had due to the leaders separation. The tension between two teams were suffocating the whole room, it almost made her hide herself, almost.

"Well if they're gonna fight you, I think it'll be mostly out of respect even though this is a no-respect battle." Kirsten responded with a small smile as she stretched her arms trying to warm herself up incase she was called out.

"Yeah! I mean you're basically qualified to be a judge in this show right now, so even if you're an enemy here they'll still respect you and gain your recognition." Latrice added as she shook Lea's shoulders since she's behind her.

"You really shouldn't be boosting up her ego right now, Lat." Emma warned Latrice playfully as she feigned a glare towards Lea who only muttered curses at her.

"I've never felt so jealous until now." Yoonji from Mannequeen mumbled to her team who playfully reprimanded her as she stared at Jam Republic.

"The next dancer to choose her no-respect dancer is....Bebe, Bada Lee." Bada stood up nodding her head while jumping for a couple of seconds to prepare herself. Her team and the other crews cheered for her as she took a stride towards the stage with a mic in her hand.

"My no-respect is not someone who I don't respect, this dancer is someone that I admire and respect a lot...Jam Republic, Lea Chang." Gasps filled the whole room, no one had the guts to battle with the queen and to see Bada challenge her was out of this world.

Everyone in Jam Republic cheered for Lea as she stood up gaining pats on her back as she fixed her beanie. She moved towards the stage with an uninterested stare towards the Bebe leader but internally she was very excited to battle with the famous Bada Lee.

The crews surrounded the whole stage eagerly as they watched both women standing across each other with similar auras but Lea's seemed stronger. They can't help but see that they both look similar to each other but Lea was a bit more taller than Bada.

"I hope you live up to my expectations, Bada Lee." Lea coolly stated as she stared at Bada right at her eyes. Said woman was getting much more nervous as her cheeks went into an unnoticeable blush if you don't look at her closely, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt heat go through her body.

"Are both dancers ready?" Kang Daniel asked both women who nodded in confirmation.

"Ready? Fight!"

The Dj began to play a song as Bada goes first. Shirt by SZA. The moment Bada moved, Lea found herself focusing on how she carried herself, the way she swayed, the way her breath went heavy when she did a sensual move, the way she smiled like she was lost in a paradise, the way she looked at her with such admiration and something more behind her eyes. It took the queen's breath away, like she was sitting a throne with a dancer from another country moving so seductively infront of her.

Bada found herself flushing when she saw the way Lea stared at her as she stopped just inches away from her. The rest of the crews even the judges and mc could feel the high tension between both women, something about it made them think it was not meant to be watch publicly.

The song switched to another song, Streets by Doja Cat. Two sensual songs right next to each other, the dj really knows how to keep the tension going.

Lea just stood there with a unreadable stare before moving close to Bada wrapping her arms around her shoulders before moving down the moment the beat came keeping her unwavering stare. Moving her hands down Bada's upper body before turning around the other way on her knees. It was getting hotter as Bada bit her lip watching the woman seduce her with her moves.

Bada couldn't focus at all, she knew she would lose and she'd be happy to lose but this...it was too much for her to take it. She tried to stable her breathing as she watch Lea continue dancing, the roars of the other crew seemed to go silent as she stared. She felt overwhelmed with the tension, it was suffocating and somehow she wanted more. She didn't even notice her finish until the music seemed to go silent and the screams began to get louder.

She also didn't even notice that the judges picked Jam Republic instead of Bebe, no. She didn't even care, she was too focused on the battle she just went in.

"And the winner for this round is...Jam Republic, Lea Chang!" Bada didn't even listen and was still stuck on what she just witnessed until a hand larger than hers grabbed her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"You did great, love." The person whispered, Bada became even more flustered as she realized it was Lea. She could only nod in thanks as she hugged back.

"Maybe we could go out sometime?" Lea continued before pulling away with a wink and walked back towards her crew.

That was fucking amazing.

#bada lee #bada lee x oc #bada lee x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 #jam republic #kirsten dodgen

[lizsos]

Chpater 3

Bad girl

Tw : Chapter contains extreme violence, strong language, uncomfortable, disturbing topics, gore , blood and death . None of these characters are real as for the names .please don't take this seriously .

(Enemies to lovers)

(Yandere bada)

(You've been warned .... )

"You know its getting late . We both know how dangerous it is at night especially around these streets" She gets a bit closer to you "How about I take you home with me ?" Bada seductively whispers in your ear .

As much as you wanted to punch this woman and beat her to death , you wouldn't allow yourself to do so . You don't want to deal with causing scene .

You giggle . "No thank you " you politely decline which seemed to annoy yet anger her . From the corner of your eye you see your target

David Kelvin

He was with two other woman . His arms were wrapped around both 0f their waists . You already knew what he was going to do , he walks towards the entrance of the club taking his leave . Bada followed your gaze . Once she spots the man you were looking at , she glares directly at him .

"Who the hell is that bastard ? Y/n should only be laying attention on me!"

She angrily thought to herself . You stand from the booth and face Bada

"It was nice meeting you . See you later love" you calmly say with a smile . You walk away from the booth and follow behind you target . Bada tries to stop you ,but you had already left .

Bada immediately calls her men , ordering them to go after you . His men searched around the building looking for you .

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You followed behind your target and his girls , keeping your distance . You stopped and watched as they walk towards a motel . A very old motel . You smirk "Your just making this easy for me" you wait until they enter a room and lock the door .

As you walk towards the door , you were to busy thinking how you were going to kill him . However , you didn't see a car pulling up to the motel parking lot .

"Shes right there boss" the driver reports to the woman in the back of the car who is directly staring at y/n ."I don't understand why we had to follow her boss ,she's just some whore looking for money and di-" the man in the passenger seat was cut off as hand was on his neck ,cutting of his air ways . The look on Bada's face was cold and dark ,She tightens the grip on the man's neck .

"Don't you dare say disgusting things about her ,Do you understand?"

The main rapidly nods . She lets go and and focuses her gaze on y/n . She completely ignored the man coughing harshly .

Your face turns into pure disgust as he she cam hear "sounds" in the room . "I'm not payed enough to be dealing with this type of shit...." you quietly say .

You pull out your gun that was hidden in your dress . You kick on the doorknob , instantly breaking the door wide open . You received their attention.

"David Kelvin" . You say with a calm tone . David sits up from the bed , startless. The girls scream in horror as they see you holding a gun . He glares at ypu but his expression soon drops once he sees your clan crest . He's now frightened .

"You... you work for that bitch!" He yelled . "Indeed , you should have thought of the consequences before competing your actions. Especially taking the belongings of my boss" you point your gun at him

" This is the end of the line for you "

BANG!

You pulled the trigger and shoot him directly in the head . The girls scream in horror as they see now dead man who was alive a few second ago . Blood decorated the headboard of the room ,blood trading down his bullet wound . The girls push last you running out of the room . You follow behind them .

They scream for help , running and knocking on every room , but here in the Streets of Scarlet nobody really cares since people don't want to be involved in other situations.

BANG!

BANG!

Both of the girls fall limp on the floor . You sigh and walk back in to the room .

Well now I have to get rid of these three. Wonderful.' You sarcastically  thought to yourself. Looking around you spot the girl's purses. The curiosity took the best of you, you checked both of their bags. Looking through their bag you find out information about them. The first you killed was a worker of the night. The other was a worker who forced men and women into prostitution.

You couldn't help but smile as you got rid of another monster off the streets. You look through the room and spotted many weapons on the table and seats. A machete. You grabbed it and walk towards the man.

"That old hag will be pleased once she receives your head."

Bada smirks as she sees you repeatedly bring the machete up and down on the corpses neck. She had to admit, seeing you covered in blood, holding that weapon, it turned her on. "Ive seen that clan crest before...She works for that old woman. She's a dangerous one boss. Are you sure about this?" The driver questions Bada . Bada's smirk turns even darker. She knew she had to have you.

"Ive made my choice and I'm sure about it. Besides... I don't tind a little danger."

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After beheading the man, you put the head in the bag. You heard a ding go off.

Nana

Did you finish the job?'

Y/n

"The job's done. Send someone to pick me up'

Nana

'Wonderful! I knew I could count on you! Send me the location and I'll send someone immediately.

You send the location and continue with the job.

A car suddenly pulls up to the motel. You hear the engine turn off. Walking out the room, you groan in annoyance as you see a woman coming out of the driver's seat. Let's just say this is the last person you wanted to see. "Hey doll face, it's been a while." The woman sends you a wink. "Should've kept it that way. " You say. "Aren't you harsh~" She seductively says. "Shut it Kristen . Help me get rid of these two." You point at the two dead girls.

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"Who the hell is this woman?!' Bada tells herself. Anger filling her veins. Getting the job done, you go back to the room to retrieve the bag. You were about to open the passenger door when a hand prevents you to do so.

You turn around to see your pinned by none other than Kristen . One hand besides your head and the other on your thigh. "We have some time to orselves. What do you say Y/N?" This wasn't the first she's done this to you. You glare at her.

"Kristen , I swear if you don't get in the damn car ill choke you to death. Here and now." "Kinky~" She replies. You pinch her thigh Hard. "Ouch! I was only kidding." She playfully whines. You roll your eyes and push her off you. "Let's go before you end up like him." You say as you point at the bag, referring to the beheaded man.

Kristen chuckles. "As long as you're the one doing it, I don't mind." She winks at you once again. "You're sick." "Says the woman who shot three people and beheaded one of them " She snapped back. "Touché." You respond giggling a bit. She chuckles. You both get in the car and drive off.

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"Follow them."

"But boss-" the driver is soon interupted. "NOW!" Bada angrily commands. The driver nods and follows you behind. One thing that most members of a clan or mafia gang must know..

Never anger the boss.

Bada promised herself she was going to kill kristen for talking to you, flirting with you, touching you. Oh how she wished she would have killed Kristen right there on the spot. Yet she had to wait. The patience was killing her . She knew you were going to be hers

Soon....

"Nobody touches what belongs to me...'

Nobody touches my woman...'

'Nobody touches my Y/N!"

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First of i wanna say bada is a yandere in this story

Second off this bada ff is an enemies to lovers

Lastly Kristen and y/ns relationship is a love-hate one ... for now

Thats it I think for chapter, I seriously faced a lot of trouble writting it 😅 there will probably be mistake here and there so I apologise for that this chpater was slightly much longer than the first and second chapter so I hope this pays off . Thank you

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(Ain’t No Love) In This Club | Mafia!Kirsten Dodgen x Reader

Synopsis: You’re brought to a rich person’s club for a night of fun, only to catch the eye of a powerful, beautiful woman named Kirsten.

Tw: Cursing, suggestive. MDNI.

Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only and aren’t indicative of one’s body type or race. Any relation to any real person or place is purely coincidental.

Word Count: ~7.3k

It is a chilly day when Kirsten first lays her eyes on you. Clad in a long sleeve baby blue top, matching stockings, and a white miniskirt and heels, she can’t help but stare at you from the cafe across the street.

You’re waiting on something, your eyes darting back and forth on the street in between texting your phone. Your foot taps the ground as you wait, one hand on your hip.

“You should go up and talk to her,” a voice says, causing Kirsten to snap out of her trance. Looking over, she sees her friend and subordinate, Latrice, looking at her with a small smirk, laptop in front of her. Kirsten rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Oh please,” she says in dismissal, putting her cup down, “why in the world would I do that?” Was she embarrassed? No. In her line of work there’s no need for embarrassment, although she can feel heat crawl up her neck. She schools her face back to its neutral stance.

“As if you haven’t been staring at her for the past five minutes,” Latrice retorts as she swirls her spoon in her cup. “Come on, Kirsten. We’re only here for a few weeks at most, you might as well have some fun while you’re at it.” Latrice shrugs as she teases her, looking back over to you with curiosity in her eyes. “She is a cutie, isn’t she?”

Kirsten looks back over to you, still waiting patiently, before quickly looking away.

“I’m not here to ‘have fun’, Latrice. I’m here to close this deal and then we can go home.” At that declaration, Latrice rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, so you can do even more work. I know how much you love to torture yourself.” Kirsten scoffs in fake offense.

“Says you, of all people. Who did I have to convince to leave her office to even come to Korea with me?” She bites back, smiling as Latrice avoids her eyes.

“Fine, fine. Ms. All-work-and-absolutely-zero-play,” Kirsten rolls her eyes at her, and they both turn their gaze back to you. “Although, who knows if you’ll get the chance to see her again. Don’t want to let these opportunities pass you by,” Latrice says in a sing song voice.

You’re on the phone now, beckoning a guy over. He hands you a bag, and your thick hair falls over your shoulder as you check the contents. You smile, patting the guy on the arm before he whispers in your ear.

“Hmm, is that her boyfriend?” Latrice wonders out loud, and Kirsten narrows her eyes at the sentence. Latrice noticed her change in demeanor out of the corner of her eye. “Would suck for you. The one girl you’ve found any interest in is taken, that has to hurt– ouch!” Latrice rubs her arm after Kirsten delivers a light smack to it.

“Hush. You know nothing,” Kirsten says, downing the rest of her coffee.

“You could know something if you just went over there and talked to her, you know that, right?” Latrice grumbles again, looking at Kirsten now.

Before she can respond, her bodyguard taps her on the shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Mr. Park has decided to set the meeting for tonight.” Kirsten raises an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. Park Taeyung, also known as Cobra, was a local, but very rich landlord of residential and entertainment buildings around the city. His clientele consisted of rich socialites, who were the only ones who could afford his services, and he made a pretty penny off of it. Though not a lot of people knew that he ran various gambling and strip clubs around the city, and tonight they were going to have a little chat about his business practices.

“Good,” she says back, “tell him to meet me at the Black Boar.” She turns to Latrice and cracks her neck, shaking off the boredom from her bones. “Well, Latrice, looks like we may be leaving Korea earlier than we thought.”

Latrice starts gathering her things, sending the bodyguard off to get their car. “Well, if all of this goes well…”

Kirsten smirks, “Oh, I have a feeling it will, and if not, then we’ll make it work in our favor.”

She looks over to where you were standing, only to find you gone.

Bummer.

~~~

The Black Boar is a club you could only dream of entering. You would hear rumors of the debauchery that goes on under the surface, rich people coming from all over to see it, and since you were in town, you would pass by it occasionally.

But when your friend Hye Jin invited you to the bar, saying that her boyfriend could get you in, you were skeptical –excited, but skeptical nonetheless–. You didn’t know what Hye Jin's boyfriend did for a living, none of your business really, but at times it did come off shady when you would hear Hye Jin describe it to you, with their black suits, and the suspicious amount of money he would bring in. But again, none of your business.

But you accepted the invitation to go out anyway, needing a break from working and wanting to party. Though, Hye Jin’s boyfriend warning you to ‘wear something nice’, and gifting you a very risky outfit to wear was not doing anything to ease your worries.

Long story short it was suspicious as hell.

But you just smiled when he handed it to you, looking at the brand on the bag and jaw almost dropping.

It was a House of CB bag, and the dress inside looked expensive as hell.

“This dress is the same cost as two weeks of groceries! What the fuck?”

You just couldn’t believe it. Well, you couldn’t show up to a rich person's club and wear cheap clothes, but hell, a damn near three hundred (American) dollar dress was not something to be given away so easily.

You wondered why you were given this dress in the first place. They could’ve easily allowed you to pick something for yourself, but instead he bought it for you.

Was he calling you poor, you scoffed as you walked into Hye Jin’s apartment.

Well, you are, but that doesn’t make it right!

You looked into the bag once you got in the guest room, pulling the dress out. It was pink, and very, very short, and when you tried it on, it barely stopped below your ass.

“Welp, hope no one needs me to bend over tonight.” You laughed at your own joke, doubting anyone would be getting laid tonight. If anything, you’d be sitting on the sidelines as Hye Jin and her boyfriend suck on each other’s faces.

You rolled your eyes, and started to get ready for the night ahead.

And trust and believe, your prediction was right.

Getting into the club was easy enough, you even got let in ahead of the line because Hye Jin’s boyfriend showed his ID or something. You weren’t really paying attention, too busy trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.

He led you down a flight of stairs, where you could hear music blasting from halfway down, shaking the floor a bit.

There were people everywhere, and amongst them you could recognize a few socialites, actors, and idols. They were pressed together under the flashing lights of the club, dancing, drinking, and oh, doing drugs as well!

“What the hell have I got myself into,” you muttered to yourself, following Hye Jin to a booth as her boyfriend went to get you both drinks.

And now, after two drinks and a shot, they had gone to make out on the wall, clearly abandoning you.

“Why the fuck was I invited here?” You take another sip of your drink, an Amaretto Sour, or at least try to, but you find that it’s empty. Another inconvenience to your night. But you aren’t going to let this night go to waste, so you decide to grab another drink, hoping that this one would get you to loosen up enough to go out on the dance floor.

Leaning against the bar, you wait patiently for the bartender to come over for ten minutes, having to almost scream against the loud music for him to hear you once he finally comes. You go to pay for it, but the bartender shakes his head.

“Already been paid for, Miss.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, eyes darting around as you try and find whoever would have done this for you. The bartender points over to a group of people in a private area, huddled around a large table, clad in fancy suits and talking amongst themselves. They kind of remind you of the people Hye Jin’s boyfriend works with, from what you’ve been told. They look dangerous, and you want nothing to do with any of them.

But would you turn down a free drink? No, of course not.

Especially not after you make eye contact with a particular woman sitting in the middle of all of them. Her face is cool and controlled, silver hair slicked back and black off-the-shoulder dress hugging her body oh-so nice. She has brown skin, and her eyes seem to be piercing into you as she leans back into her seat, arm resting on the back of the couch.

God, she’s hot. And looking slightly familiar, too.

But still, you want nothing to do with any of them, so you avert your eyes and accept the drink wearily, and once you are done, it is off to the dance floor you go.

~~~

Kirsten is bored.

That’s the prevailing feeling in her body as she enters into the Black Boar, Latrice and her bodyguard following right behind her.

While she shouldn’t be taking this deal lightly, nor should she be so cocky as to think everything would work out in her favor –which it will, but still–, she could taste the air of New Zealand now, and she wants to get this over with as soon as possible.

She is immediately approached by a tall man in a suit, brown eyes not meeting her own as he bowed.

“Greetings, Ms. Dodgen. Cobra has been expecting you,” is all he says before leading them to a semi private section, which has Kirsten scoffing. She wasn’t the type to do business so out in the open like this.

The section has a large sofa and two arms chairs flanking it, with a glass table in the middle. On the sofa sits Cobra, a lanky man with glasses and thick black hair. From his appearance, you couldn’t tell what type of business he’s in, but that’s exactly what allows him to slip under the radar like he does.

Once he spots her, he springs up, a smile on his face.

“Ms. Dodgen! So lovely to see you here,” Kirsten holds out her hand for him, and he grabs it gently in his hands, kissing the ring on her finger as he bows. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me here on such short notice. I apologize for not setting a time sooner. Please sit.” He gestures to where he sat on the sofa, and guides her to her seat. Latrice stands beside her, one hand behind her back, the other holding a briefcase, while her bodyguard stands outside the section, guarding it.

“And why exactly are we meeting so out in the open like this?” She keeps her face bare of emotion, her voice level, just like she had always been taught to do.

Cobra falters under her stare as he sits down in the armchair beside her. “Well, Ms. Dodgen, I’d like to keep an eye on things out here, especially with the type of clients that frequent my club. I don’t want there to be any mishaps. But please, rest assured that no one will be interrupting us.”

“Your club, hm?” Kirsten questions as she tilts her head, tapping her fingers on the armrest of the sofa.

“Pardon?” Cobra squeaks out, breaking out in a nervous sweat.

“You said that this,” Kirsten points to the club around them, “is your club. But you don’t own it, do you? You just manage it.” A waiter pours alcohol into a glass for her, and she gives it to Latrice to taste test it for poison –she did have the higher tolerance between the two– grabbing the glass back once she gave the clear.

“Ah, yes… yes! I manage it. Though the owner hasn’t been around for years. I inherited the position from the previous manager, and business has been smooth ever since, ma’am,” He says as he fidgets under Kirsten and Latrice’s combined stares.

“And have you ever thought to look at whose name is on the deed for this building? Or any of the other buildings around here?” She takes a sip of her drink –Brandy–, never breaking eye contact with him.

Kirsten watches the gears turn in his head, the realization slowly appearing in his eyes, then the fear, and it brings her so much satisfaction. She likes it when people are afraid of her.

“I… I sincerely apologize, Ms. Dodgen. I did not intend to disrespect–” Kirsten holds up a hand to silence him.

“Your club, hm? Your clubs, your hotels, your apartment complexes, your country club, well, they’re all owned by me. My name is on the deed to each and every single one of those buildings, and just because I am out of the country, you decide that you could just run wild and do whatever you want, correct?”

Cobra looks like he would piss himself at this very moment, shaking his head in denial.

“Never! I would never do any harm to your business at all!” He quivers, and Kirsten hides her incoming smile behind another sip of her drink.

In mock disappointment, she says, “And imagine my shock when I discovered that the manager of my club, the club that I invested my hard earned money in to build off the ground, was taking money from me?” Cobra opens his mouth to speak, but Kirsten stops him, eyes full of venom. “Park Taeyung, if you interrupt me while I’m speaking one more time, I will cut your tongue out myself.” He closes his mouth without another sound. “Why, with all of the drugs, the prostitutes, and weapons passing in here and my other buildings, I should be making way more than I am now, and yet,” she slams her glass back down on the table. Cobra jumps in his seat. “And yet, I have to fly all the way to Korea to see what the fuck has happened to my money. Do you have any idea how much you owe me? 8 billion won from Q1 alone. How do you intend to repay me, Cobra?”

He sits there, silent.

“Speak, Cobra. You haven’t lost your tongue yet.” She takes pleasure in the fear on his face.

“Ms. Dodgen, I-I can’t possibly get that money to you now.”

She tilts her head. “And why not? Business seems to be going well enough around here. Why, from what I know you have to be bringing in around 50 million Won a week, and that’s at the club alone. I’m sure you can find the money somewhere, no?”

As he sits there, blubbering excuses to her face, that’s when she notices you, walking into the club. You look absolutely gorgeous in that pink dress of yours, your hair framing your face and legs on display for everyone to see.

God if she wasn’t working right now. She’d take you home with her and bend you over her lap–

Cobra’s voice is starting to annoy her, and she needs another drink.

She calls the waiter over, pointing to her cup to refill it. To Latrice it goes to test it, and then back to her.

She brings the waiter down to whisper quietly in his ear, ignoring Cobra and his excuses entirely. “You see that girl in pink,” she says, watching his eyes follow you as you throw back a shot of something. “I’ll cover the cost of whatever she orders for tonight.” She sends him away, focusing her attention back to Cobra.

“Frankly, Cobra. I do not care about what excuses you have. I want my money, and I’m giving you until the end of the year to get it.”

“Seven months? Please, ma’am, I need more time–”

“You stole my money in even less time, so I really don’t want to hear any of it.” She can only think of you right now, in that short dress of yours, dancing with her, under her, tangled in her sheets.

“And since you have no problem with using my club to do your dirty work, I have a task for you,” she runs a finger around the edge of her cup. “You will use this club to smuggle guns in from New Zealand.” She watches his eyes widen, and before he can protest, she continues, “I have a lot of willing clients ready to buy them, and you wouldn’t try and get in the way of that, would you?”

He stays silent once more.

“Yes, or no, Cobra?”

“N-No ma’am, I wouldn’t.” He holds his head down, avoiding her eyes.

She smiles, “Good boy, Cobra. Latrice here has already written up a contract for you,” she motions for Latrice to give him the papers, which she holds in her briefcase. She hands him a pen as well.

“How am I supposed to avoid suspicion with the cops?” Cobra asks, eyes darting from her to Latrice.

“You’re a smart boy. Figure it out,” Kirsten coos, watching him read it over. As he is doing that, her eyes roam around the club, looking for you.

You’re at the bar, talking to the bartender as he hands you your drink. The bartender points over to her direction, and she makes eye contact with you. You bite your lip, looking her up and down, and Kirsten fights the urge to smirk. You quickly turn away, practically downing the rest of your drink.

When she turns back to Cobra, he is finally signing the damn contract, and Latrice picks it up to put it back safely in its place.

“Now that this is all settled, get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night, understand?” Cobra nods, bowing and leaving with his bodyguard in tow.

With him gone, Kirsten leans back in the chair, letting out a sigh.

“God, that took forever,” she complains and Latrice looks down at her with a smirk.

“Too busy thinking about your mystery girl to give your energy to Cobra?” Latrice teases, poking her in the shoulder. Kirsten rolls her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal. “Oh please, don’t think I haven’t seen the way you were staring at her.” Latrice looks over, tilting her head as she observes you. “She looks like she’s having fun, too.”

Kirsten follows her gaze to the dance floor, where you’re located, watching you grind your hips on a random guy, arms wrapped around another person’s neck as you sway your body.

Kirsten’s mood drops even further.

She wants to be the one touching you, hand on your hip, riding up so slow as you grind to the music.

And it only gets even worse when she sees who exactly you were dancing with.

Snake, Cobra’s right hand man and business partner. He is an ass that has questioned her subordinates’ authority many times, before moving to work under Cobra, where he began trying to buy out anything Kirsten wanted to invest in, and she did not want to see him tonight, especially while pulling you against him with his disgusting hands.

“Latrice?” Kirsten calls out. Latrice hums in response. “What would be the consequences of killing him right now?” She asks, never taking her eyes off of you two.

“Hmm, well, we’d be damaging our ties to not only Cobra, but the entire elite in the club at the moment, possible trouble with the police, too many witness to shut up, possible bribing needed, wiping away phones of any proof that we were here,” she lists off, counting on her fingers.

“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Kirsten says, exasperated.

“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Latrice repeats back.

Kirsten sucks her teeth, motioning to Latrice.

“Well, since this went so well, why don’t you have the contract dropped off home, and go enjoy yourself.” Latrice raises her eyebrows at her friend, smirking down at her.

“Oh, I thought you would want to go home immediately,” Latrice's eyes flicker over to you, still dancing with those guys, though you were moving away from Snake. “Do you have… other plans for tonight?” Latrice couldn’t help but tease her, knowing that her boss was currently struggling internally.

“You could say that,” Kirsten replies, eyes scanning your figure as your hips move, dragging your dress up little by little. “Now go, before I change my mind. Oh,” Kirsten calls Latrice back, “and get that bastard away from her.” She tries to hide the annoyance in her voice, but judging from the way Latrice laughs slightly, she fails.

“You got it, Boss,” Latrice says as she jokingly salutes her, laughing as she walks away.

Kirsten continues to watch you from her perch, wanting so bad to take you for herself.

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When you started dancing, every inconvenience of the boring night disappeared. You don’t worry about Hye Jin and her weirdo boyfriend, you don’t worry about the suspicious reason you were invited, you don’t even worry about the large possibility of your tits popping out of your dress with how hard you were moving.

Well, that could just be the alcohol in your system, but who cares? You’re not worried about anything right now.

Well, not exactly.

You see, pretty soon after you start dancing, this guy comes up behind you. And of course he does! You look good –you usually don’t toot your horn so much but you’re drunk and that makes you even more confident than usual–, so of course guys are going to be drawn to you.

However, this guy is just weirding you out.

He introduces himself as some sort of animal. Sloth? Seal? Snack –not an animal but whatever–? You don’t know, you don’t care to remember.

He starts to talk your ear off as he grabs your hips to grind on his own.

“You know, I’ve been watching you for a while,” he said, and you just hummed in weak acknowledgement, continuing to dance. “I’m glad you came tonight, and in such a pretty dress too,” you feel his hand slide down your back, pinching the dress in your hand. “I’m glad I asked Tae Seon to bring you tonight. I’ll need to thank him later.”

Who the fuck was Tae Seon again?

Ah, Hye Jin’s boyfriend, you remembered. You never bothered to remember his name because it was never any of your business –girl code or whatever–.

But why the fuck would he need Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you forgot his name again– to bring you here? To meet this Sombra guy? Was this some sort of set up? Is that why they left you here by yourself?

Oh, you knew he was a fucking creep, and at the first opportunity you were telling Hye Jin to break up with him.

You want him to leave you alone, but you really don’t want to stop dancing, because then you’ll just be bored again. Every time you move away, he follows, and you’re trying really hard not to make him angry and potentially murder you.

You try to make him take the hint by grabbing the guy in front of you and dancing with him instead, but he still hasn’t gotten the point.

Between the touches on your ass and feeling his sad excuse for a dick through his pants, you are about to give up and leave the dance floor when you are tapped on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Miss,” someone says to you in English. You turn your head to see one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen. She has dark skin, and straight hair that falls down her shoulders, and was wearing a very expensive suit. You recognize her as one of the people standing next to the woman that bought your drink. The dangerous looking people, and suddenly her beauty was kind of taking the sidelines as your fight or flight response was kicking in.

However, she is distracting you from that Soup guy, so you welcome her attention.

“My friend over there wants you to talk to you,” she points over to a section of the club, where the woman from earlier is sitting, sipping on her drink leisurely. You make eye contact, and the smile she gives you is sultry. And that’s when it clicks.

These are the women from the fucking coffee shop!

They were staring at you for the longest when you were waiting on your dress from Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you really gotta stop forgetting these men’s names–. Frankly, you thought when you saw them at the coffee shop they gave off cute, girls-next-door vibes, however their energies here were the complete opposite. More seductive, more…attractive.

The woman leans in your ear, whispering, “she thinks you’re really beautiful, too.”

Now, you can sense the danger coming off her from a mile away, and you would be stupid to give her any attention.

However! There is also a very annoying guy behind you not letting go of your hips, and you’re really tired of him, and this is the perfect opportunity to escape from him. And well, you’re drunk! Consequences be damned, you were going to have fun tonight by any means necessary.

You turn back to the woman next to you, smiling seductively.

“Alright, lead the way then,” you say, and follow her to the section, swaying your hips a little.

A big man in a suit blocks your way as you approach. His stare is intimidating, and him being taller than you was not helping.

Suddenly, a voice so beautiful resounds through the air, somehow cutting over the loud music and still sounding so clear, “Let her through.”

It’s the woman with silver hair, and at her order the man immediately moved out of the way. She beckons you with her finger, and your legs move on their own as you enter her space. Her eyes scan over your figure, and it’s hard for you to see what emotion lies in them. But she is so, so pretty, so you don’t feel like you’re on display when she stares at you.

But she must have been satisfied with what she sees, because she points to the chair across from her. “Sit,” she orders, and you do so without question. God, her voice is so mesmerizing. It’s commanding but still has a hint of flirtiness to it.

“What’s your name, pretty?” She asks, swirling the drink in her hand.

“(Y/n). What’s yours?” You try to match her flirty tone as you take in her figure.

Clear skin glowing under the lights of the club, long legs poking out of the slit in her dress which is fitting oh-so well on her. It’s complemented by an expensive silver necklace shining so bright, fitting the dip in her breasts pushed up by the dress. You meet her eyes at the end of it, and they’re like a siren’s, an endless labyrinth pulling you in. They’re filled with amusement.

“You like what you see?” There’s a hint of laughter and cockiness as she speaks, clearly amused at having caught you staring.

“Do you?” You retort back, cocking your head to the side. If she wasn’t going to answer your question, you certainly weren’t going to answer hers.

Her gaze starts to burn into you.

Kirsten takes in the way your breasts are pushing out of the top of your dress, how much it hugs your curves, how well the color compliments your skin, the earrings dangling so pretty from your ears. She takes it all in and decides that you’re a much better sight up close than from afar.

“Yes, I do, very much.” She leans back in the chair, almost looking down at you in a way that is incredibly domineering. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You raise an eyebrow at the question. “A girl like me can go wherever she pleases, no?” To that, Kirsten smirks.

What a cheeky girl. She’ll have fun breaking you down.

“I suppose so. Though usually I like to keep tabs on who comes in and out of this place, and you,” she sips out of her glass again, “are not someone I’ve seen before.”

You purse your lips, cheeks puffing slightly. “Yes you have,” you say matter-of-factly.

Now it was Kirsten’s turn to raise an eyebrow at your challenge of her word. “Pardon?”

“Earlier, when you were at the coffee shop. I saw you staring at me,” you smile coyly at her, leaning back in your chair. “As for our little meeting here, well, I guess we’re just attracted to each other, no? Fated to meet over and over again until one of us makes the first move.” You tap your thumbs on your fingers, trying to keep yourself grounded in the moment. It feels like her mere presence is making you dizzy, and you did not want to float away in front of this pretty woman.

Kirsten bites back the laugh that wants to come out. “Oh really now. And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t even a little bit interested in me,” your eyes meet hers again, “And you wouldn’t have invited me over if I wasn’t a little bit interested in you either.” You bite your bottom lip, and Kirsten laughs, actually laughs at your response.

Oh, she is really starting to take a liking to you.

“I guess that’s true enough. I’m Kirsten,” she finally introduces herself, and you smile.

You must’ve passed the test, and she deems you worthy enough to know her name.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Nice to meet you, Kirsten.” Now you’re flirting, because you really want to feel her on you.

“I could say the same thing to you, though I’m sure you don’t need to be told how beautiful you are, right?” And she’s flirting right back, wanting nothing more than to take you right on this couch.

“Hmm,” you say as you pretend to think, “from any other boring guy in here, no. But if it’s from you, I’d love to hear it maybe once or twice.” You lean in, letting her have a better view of your chest, and you're delighted when you catch her looking, a smile on her lips.

“And what makes you think you deserve it?”

Oh, now she’s got you, her words are going straight to your cunt. You rub your thighs together, feeling the start of your arousal forming.

This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirsten, and if anything it gives her more ammunition for later.

But you aren’t going to back down so easily.

“Maybe it’s the fact that I caught you staring at me several times tonight. Don’t you think I deserve a reward for giving you something nice to look at?” You subtly run your fingers up your thigh, making the hem of your dress rise. You catch Kirsten looking again.

“Maybe, but you only get rewarded if you’ve done something good, and you, my dear, have done nothing for me yet,” she reaches the bottom of her glass, and motions for the waiter to refill it.

You hum, observing the way her slender fingers move around the brim of the cup, and the slight lipstick stain from where she drank out of it. You wonder how you would look, covered in the marks she made on you, lips finding purchase on every part of your body.

“I’m sure that when you give me the chance, you’ll be thoroughly satisfied,” your voice drops to a seductive low pitch, and by God do you want to pounce on her.

Though you did not get the reaction you expected. She looks past you, pretty mouth forming a scowl as annoyance creeps onto her face.

She still looks insanely hot, but you hope that ire isn’t directed at you.

She turns back to you, face returning back to its seductive allure.

“How about we take that chance now, hm? How fast can you think on your feet?” The question floors you as it departs from the previous sultry conversation.

You answer anyways, “I’d say I’m moderately quick.” When you’re drunk maybe, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Her eyes dart to something behind you, and she speaks again, “Soon, there’s going to be this really, really annoying man coming over here to try and talk to me. Now, I can’t exactly get rid of him like I want to at the moment, so I’m hoping you can help me give him a little push away from me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the provocation. “And how will I be able to help, exactly?” Did she want you to do her dirty work for her? You aren’t the type to try and fight people.

“Just sit here and look pretty. If he sees how occupied I am, he’ll get the hint and leave. You just gotta make it look natural, ok?” She leans in, and runs a finger over your hand. Her touch is tantalizing, and it sends sparks all over your body.

“Perfectly fine with me,” you say as you stand up, stepping closer to her. She looks up at you, raising an eyebrow despite the amused look in her eyes. You push on her shoulder gently, watching her lean back in the chair.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is sharp, and to anyone else it would sound cold and angry, but you hear the hint of seduction in there. It only spurs you on more.

“You said to make it look natural, right?” You straddle her hips, dress riding up as you do so. “Better to start now rather than when he gets here, no?” Your faces are dangerously close, and you can feel her cool breath as it hits your lips, can smell the alcohol she had been drinking. You're sure she can smell it on you, too.

A smile works its way onto her face, and she takes her thumb and drags it over your lips. Feeling daring, you stick your tongue and give it a little lick, and you can hear her breath hitch.

God, Kirsten is going to ruin you.

You lean down to Kirsten’s neck, smelling the perfume she uses, strong scent invading your nose and causing your body to become jelly. Her presence is simply suffocating. You are becoming high off of her.

“Go on,” you whisper in her ear, “touch me too.” Your hand roams up and down her arm, dragging your nails on her smooth skin, leaving slightly red marks in your wake.

You feel her hands drag down your back, bunching your dress in her hands. She reaches further, grabbing handfuls of your ass before giving it a good smack.

You yelp, not expecting the sting, but you can’t deny that it only made you even hornier for the woman beneath you. One of her hands is now on your thigh, running up and down.

You can’t help the way you mewl when she drags her fingers on the inside of your thigh, extremely close to where you want her to touch you. Her hand inches closer and closer to your core, but you aren’t going to leave yourself at her mercy.

Your face meets her neck again, lips connecting to her pulse. Despite the situation she’s in, her heart still beats steady, and you find it unfair how your heart is about to rip out your chest.

You litter sweet, soft kisses on her neck, leaving lipstick marks in your wake, and you revel in the way she hums, though her hand never stop roaming your body.

That is, until an annoying, douchey voice pierced through your ears.

“I just need to talk to her!” Whoever it is, his voice is getting on your nerves, and right now, you’re much more focused on the woman in front of you.

You continue pressing kisses on her jaw, gripping her waist in your hands. The annoying man’s voice fades in the background as you continue to touch each other.

Kirsten sighs above you, readjusting you in her arms. She looks down at the intrusion with absolute boredom in her eyes.

“What is it, Snake?” You start sucking a mark in her neck, and Kirsten really wants this man to leave.

Snake stands there, blocked off by her bodyguard.

“Ms. Dodgen can we please talk,” he asks, but Kirsten ignores him in favor of tilting your head up to face her, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

Kirsten asks, “What’re you doing after this, hun?” You let out a giggle, pouting a bit.

“You aren’t planning on leaving me, are you?” You drag your fingers on her neck, and Kirsten grabs your hand and kisses it.

“Of course not, baby. Couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you all alone now, can I?” You let out another giggle, nuzzling her cheek with your nose.

“It’s very important Kirsten,” at the mention of her first name, Kirsten freezes, grip on your thigh getting harder. Her gaze turns deadly as she looks down at Snake, who is looking at her with a smirk.

“Do you really want to lose your life here, Snake?” Her words make you freeze and look at her from the side.

Her features are sharp and focused, and with how close you are, you can feel the danger roll off of her in waves. It makes goosebumps rise on your prickly skin.

But it also makes you extremely horny, despite your body telling you to run.

But you have a job to do, so really her threatening someone’s life was not really important right now.

You continue kissing on her neck, hands playing with the straps of her dress.

“I’d be willing to when it comes to my woman,” he says, eyes flickering to you.

If it were possible to frown any harder, Kirsten would have.

“Your woman? You couldn’t possibly mean this one right here.” She moves your hair over your shoulder, giving him a better view of you kissing her neck.

“She was promised to me for tonight,” he says, eyes roaming all over your figure, “don’t you think I should get my money’s worth?”

Money? What the fuck does he mean by that? Is this because of Hye Jin’s stupid boyfriend? Is this why you were given this expensive dress?

As you connect the dots in your head, Kirsten scoffs down at him.

What is it with men claiming things that belong to her as their own? It’s making her sick.

Kirsten picks up her drink, tapping you on your shoulder to look up at her.

“Here,” she says, putting the cup to your lips, where her lipstick mark is. You take a sip obediently, licking your lips afterwards.

Kirsten watches your throat bob as you drink, not looking at Snake as she answers.

“Currently, Snake, I don’t care what you paid for. She’s not going anywhere with you,” she puts her glass back on the table. “I’ve taken quite a liking to her, you see.” She plays with the hem of your dress, pushing her fingers under it just a bit.

“I didn’t take you for the type to try and break a proper business deal, Kirsten,” you feel her nails dig into your thigh, and you hiss into her ear. She is getting angrier. You dig your nails into her shoulder in return.

“You don’t know me at all, Snake, so I suggest you tread lightly when referring to her so flippantly,” Kirsten says through gritted teeth. You kiss her jaw, readjusting yourself on her lap so you’re straddling her thigh.

“When are we getting out of here,” you whine into her ear, wanting so bad to grind your hips on her thigh. You can feel her muscles flex under you and it’s driving you crazy.

Kirsten turns back to you, tapping you on the ass.

“We’ll leave as soon as I take care of this, ok?” You finally turn around, making eye contact with the man that’s been taking Kirsten’s attention away from you, glaring at him slightly.

Through your drunken haze, you see him staring at you with sickening lust in his eyes.

“You remember me, babe? Come down from there and sit with me for tonight. I paid a lot of money for that dress you’re wearing and I intend to cash in on it,” he tries to order you.

You scoff, turning back to Kirsten with a pout.

“Baby,” you say, loud enough for that Sake guy to hear. Kirsten hums, “who is this loser?” You let out a giggle as Kirsten laughs.

She really fucking likes you, a lot.

Snake’s ears turn red in anger, though neither of you care enough about him to look and see it.

“Nobody you need to worry about, love,” she says, waving her hand in dismissal. “Snake, I’m done with you for tonight. Leave now, while I’m being kind.”

Snake scowls, moving to rush you both. “Listen here, you dumb whore–” Before he can say more, Kirsten’s bodyguard punches him in the stomach, and pushes him to the ground.

“Get him the fuck out of here, now.” Kirsten orders, not bothering to watch as her bodyguard takes Snake away from her section.

You smile, dragging a hand down Kirsten’s chest.

“How’d I do?” You ask, leaning back again. You don’t want to move yet, and from the way she’s pulling you closer to her, she doesn’t want you to move either.

“Absolutely wonderful, my dear. I even got a good laugh out of it,” She caresses the back of your neck, pulling your head back to bare your neck to her. You feel her breath ghost over your neck, and her tongue licks a long stripe against your pulse. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you start to buck your hips against her thigh.

Her lips meet your jaw, hands grabbing your hips to still them.

“I think I deserve a reward, no?” You say, now face-to-face with her. Your lips are barely an inch away from hers, and you want to close the gap so bad.

“I absolutely agree,” Kirsten smiles and grabs your chin, pulling you down to meet her soft lips.

You sigh into her mouth, hands gripping her shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

The kiss is much softer than you expected it to be, more gentle. But you wanted more, needed more.

So you press your lips harder against hers, and Kirsten, not one to step down from a challenge, meets you with equal force. She sneaks her hand into your hair, giving it a tug and reveling in the way you gasp. She uses that opportunity to push her tongue in your mouth, eliciting a moan from you. Her hands starts moving your hips again, making you buck on her thigh.

Only too soon does Kirsten pull away from you, and you whine at the loss of her touch.

“Why don’t we get out of here, huh? This couch isn’t big enough for what I want to do to you,” Kirsten says, smirking at the pure want on your face.

You can only nod rapidly, following her out the club in pure anticipation for the night ahead.

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Kirsten Dodgen x F!Reader

MOOD BOARD

🆂🅸🆁🅴🅽 🅴🆈🅴🆂

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that, Baby.”

A wild heartstealer idol named Yang Y/N and a globally famous dancer named Kirsten Dodgen is a pretty good duo for a power couple, don’t you think? One can only wonder how the korean public will take the news that a dancer from New Zealand can tame the all-famous idol Yang Y/n. Will life let them have their way or will the public eye force another idol between the two who they think will fit Y/n better?

STARRING :

IDOL! YANG Y/N

JAM REPUBLIC! KIRSTEN DODGEN

IDOL! ISHIRIKI YANGXI

ENHYPEN! YANG JUNG-WON

JAM REPUBLIC! LING ZHANG

JAM REPUBLIC! LATRICE KABAMBA

JAM REPUBLIC! EMMA HUCH

JAM REPUBLIC! AUDREY LANE

(HELLOOOOO!!!! I’ll be posting this soon, I promise 😭🫶🏻 But for now, let’s keep you on the edge of your seat because that’s more fun HEHEHSHSB BUT ANYWAYS I’LL HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS I’LL POST THE FULL THING MAYBE ON TUESDAY)

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