Takeout (on me)
tall sexy dancer gf! bada lee
cw: pussy whipped bada lee taking you in several different positions. cannot get enough of the noises you make and how good she makes you feel. good god.
a/n: i am so sorry for the filth that follows. free claim for a place in heaven!
your back arched as bada's hands ran down your sides, stopping to squeeze at your waist.
"please bada."
both her hands continue their journey down your body, spreading your legs to make room for her. she stands above you at the edge of the bed, hands massaging at your thighs, just shy of where you really want them.
"you look so pretty like this baby."
she wraps your legs around her waist and leans down to you, one hand by your head, the other rubbing up and down your thigh. she presses her lips against yours. it starts out so sweet. her lips ghosting against yours, kissing you and pulling back when you move in for more. but something switches in her when you moan into her mouth. the hand on your thigh moves up to squeeze your waist, the hand by your head grasps your hair and pulls. she bites your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. she licks her tongue against yours, groaning as she grinds against you.
"so fucking good for me." bada presses kisses in between each word. her brows furrow as she grinds harder against you, deepening the kiss by gripping your hair. you gasp, hands grabbing onto her shoulders,
"feels so good baby." your hips grind up into hers.
bada stops kissing you in favor of watching you move. you're so fucking hot. she loves the way your eyes flutter each time you meet her in the middle. your nails feel so good through the fabric of her flannel. she wants to take more from you. make you moan louder.
"fuck. fuck baby, stop." she draws out, hand letting go of your hair. she sits back up, taking a look at how flustered you looked. she's sure she looked nearly the same,
"tell me what you want, baby." bada's free hand, that was previously gripping your hair, dances down your stomach and cups your cunt. she lets you grind against her hand for a bit, enjoying the small gasps you were letting out.
"c'mon baby. tell bada what you need."
you open your eyes and bada's are peering down at you. the breath leaves your lungs as her fingers dance around your clit.
"want you to fill me up- please."
bada's eyes close. she needed to make you feel good. needed to see you fall apart against her.
"so polite," she bends down to leave a short kiss on your lips, "whatever you want, angel."
bada grabs her strap and watches as your eyes sparkle. she chuckles a bit. she's made a habit of wearing a harness underneath her pants as you've just been so needy lately. your hands reach out to help her, but she swats at you. she makes you watch as she puts it on. your head spins as you take in her appearance. she's got a loose flannel on, grey cargos unzipped just enough to account for the cock strapped to her, and a messy bun to complete her look. her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead and she's nearly panting.
she makes her way between your legs.
bada leans down and kisses you again. its so much sloppier this time. teeth and tongues clashing and when bada comes up for air, theres a line of spit between the two of you,
"open your mouth."
you comply, mouth opening almost immediately at the command. bada sticks her thumb inside and you instinctively close your mouth around it. bada kisses her way down your neck. she stops just above your collarbones and mouths over the area. she feels you take a deep breath as she sucks a mark into you. she bites at the skin first, makes her mark, and then tongues around the area, pulling away to lightly blow cool air. she loves to watch the goosebumps on your skin.
once she's done enough damage to your neck, she switches her attention to your chest. she takes a nipple into her mouth and groans. she fucking loved your tits. she pulls away with a pop,
"so good for me hmm?" she smirks against your skin when you whine against her thumb. she removes her digit from your mouth.
"'m good for you- your good girl- fuck." you moan out as she grinds her strap against your core. you try and pull her closer and she pulls away from you,
"say please." she teases, one hand takes the silicone cock and fucks just the head of it into your pussy. your back arches,
"please. please fuck me."
bada grins again, wordlessly sliding into you in one swift thrust. she revels in your gasp. she pulls almost all of the way out and grinds back into you. her hips are like water as the fluidly go back and forth. her hips stutter when she hears a particularly loud moan, making sure to grind up into that spot.
she wraps a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes, "you like it baby? you like when i take you like this?"
you respond by pulling her back down to your lips, she meets you in a messy liplock.
"deeper- please baby go deeper." you whine, hands grabbing at bada's back. she pulls out until only the head of her strap was left and pushes back into you. you inch up the bed at how hard she was fucking you. her hand comes to cradle the top of your head, making sure you never hit the headboard.
"what happened to my sweet y/n? huh?" she pulls out and slams back into you, "when you could barely ask me to kiss you, now you're begging for me to go harder, deeper." her eyes bore into yours, "you're just a needy little thing, arent you? "
your eyes water. she was fucking you too good. one hand cradled your head and the other was grasping onto the sheets to steady herself. you could feel her in your stomach and it made you lightheaded. fuzzy. you wanted her to crawl into your skin and stay there.
she taps your cheek, bringing you back to reality, "am i fucking you too good baby? mmh? or does my pretty girl need more?"
you whimper, murmering out a quiet "please" and bada takes this as an enthusiastic yes.
she leans back, the hand covering your head smoothes down your stomach and she leans back onto her feet, one hand going behind her for support. she fucks up into you, and in this position, she hits your g spot perfectly with each thrust. you also get a view of your girlfriend getting lost in your sounds. she's got one hand pressing on your lower stomach, her hips roll into yours. her bun coming nearly undone, stray hairs falling into her face. and- oh- she just put her shirt in her fucking mouth. her brows are furrowed, forehead creasing at how much she's focused on making you feel good.
your body lights up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hands grip the sheets behind you and bada's groaning out with each thrust as if she's fucking her own cock into you. she thinks she could cum like this. fucking into you, watching and hearing you getting mindfucked into oblivion. she fucks you like she wants you to only know her and the way she languidly rolls her hips into your own.
you were so upset earlier about how she acted in front of her class today. she put on a show for them, showed them something only you were supposed to witness; to feel.
what she doesn't tell you is that she imagined you under her the entire time.
so now she's imitating exactly what she was doing to that floor, this time, with a partner.
she knows you're about to cum when your eyes become hazy and unfocused. she cant help but be selfish in the moment. she wants to feel you cum. she wants to be the one making you feel this good. she wants to feel you clench around her, grip at her hair, shove her closer to your aching cunt. so she does what any sane person does and pulls out.
you don't even have the time to process being empty, bada yanks you by your legs to the edge of the bed and gets on her knees.
"wanted to feel you cum," she grabs the back of your thighs so that your knees are against your chest, a certain anklet dangling dangerously by her ears. she spits on your pussy and dives right in. she licks a stripe up between your lips, a stuttered moan leaving her mouth. she presses soft kisses to your sensitive clit, one hand coming down to rub at your opening.
your knees knock together, trapping bada in between your thighs,
she flicks her eyes up, "spread your legs."
you relax them a bit.
"gonna make you cum in my mouth. wanna feel you."
she inserts two fingers into you, scissoring you open. you're so wet that she can hear squelching sounds as she pushes them in, pulls them out.
she wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. that does it for you. your back arches and the only thing keeping bada's head getting squished between your legs is her arm holding your knees to your chest. a hand flies to her head, grasping her hair. your toes curl and you feel your stomach coil up in expectation. bada's fingers fuck you through it. her mouth not leaving where you've needed it most.
bada's eyes roll to the back of her head. she could barely fucking breathe and if she were to go out, theres no better place than between your legs.
as you come down from your high, you had to physically push bada from your weeping cunt. when she lets up, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed over. she crawls on top of you and forces your mouth open by pushing on your jaw. she spits in your mouth and leans down to swap your own wetness between each other.
you both pant as bada releases you, smoothing your hair down and chuckling,
"you still wanna switch places with the floor?"
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Summary: Bada exposes your guyโs relationship on live โaccidentallyโ
Bada Lee x Fem!Reader
Fluff
A/N: Iโve already made a fic like this but another one wouldnโt hurt and Iโve been dyinggg to write about this for so longgg.
Just a small little fic for yโall :3
โIโm sooo boredddโ Bada whined as she cuddled up next to you, smelling your signature scent (enter smell of your choice) on your clothes. Her hair soft against your neck.
You giggled and kept scrolling on your phone, liking edits of your girlfriend and other pictures of Bada. You smiled at how gorgeous she looked all the time.
Bada shuffled a bit on the couch noticing how she wasnโt getting your attention and how stuck you were on your phone, smiling at something, she furrowed her eyebrows.
โWhat are you looking at thatโs making you giggle and kick your feet?โ She asked sitting up, you looked at her as she had a cute bothered face on, you flipped your phone as Bada was met with a picture of her.
โYou duh, who else have you seen make me giggle and kick my feet?โ You asked
Bada stayed silent.
You let out a hum.
โExactly.โ
โOkay but Iโm right here? You donโt have to look at your phone so see my beautiful faceโ She whined, frowning as she cuddled against you once more, comforted by the fact no other woman was making you act that way, that wasnโt her.
โYeah but these people have crazy talent editing you like that.โ You said as another Bada edit popped up on your feed, music blearing from your speaker as you liked the edit.
Bada rolled her eyes sarcastically.
You pecked her cheek and smiled.
God, she was in love with you.
If she would have gotten the engagement ring she customized just for you a week ago, she swear she would propose to you right now.
Suddenly two voices could be heard from your phone and then music. It was a edit of both of you, with #(your couples name). You automatically licked it with no hesitation. Bada looked towards your phone as she stopped playing with your hair.
โOoh I like that oneโ she said.
โMe too, itโs my favorite one so farโ you said, then you opened the comments.
Letโs just say it was a mix.
โSheโs pretty but not pretty enough for Bada ๐โ
โYeah I donโt think Bada would date someone like herโฆโ
โThereโs no way they could be together, they donโt even have chemistryโ
Letโs just say hate comments were slowly over flowing the positive comments.
Badas eyes widened as these random people were commenting on your guyโs private relationship. Quickly she snatched your phone from your grasp before you could keep reading them.
โStupid people, donโt even know what theyโre talking aboutโฆโ Bada mumbled angrily.
You hugged Bada, and smiled.
โYouโre cute when youre madโ you said and pinched her cheek jokingly. She only stared at you with a serious expression on her face and read โare you serious?โ
โWhat? Those little hate comments donโt affect me they donโt know nothing about-โ your voice was cut off when Bada scrolled to your instagram account.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her actions.
โBabe what are you doing?โ
She quickly clicked the camera icon and then pressed โStart Liveโ
Before you could even react she immediately kissed you in-front of the camera, with the instagram live started as she held the camera up to your guyโs faces.
You started to really get into it before you realized what exactly you were doing.
You were live making out with Bada, who you two havenโt even confirmed your relationship, in front of thousands of people.
You quickly snapped out of it reaching for your phone back from Badas grasp and ended the live. You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath.
โWhy did you-โ
Again, Bada leaned in kissing you before you could finish what you were saying.
โMy hand slipped, sorry.โ
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This is short asf and rushed but hope yโall liked itttt lmk if yโall want more Bada fics and send me requests pls!!
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Ride It!| Bada Lee
Bada Lee x Reader
Fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble
Synopsis: In a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. For a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the Crew Battle Mission, after getting defeated by Mannequeen on the elimination round along with Wolf'lo and Lady Bounce.
C/w: based off of this post by @westwoodsvivi. Honestly I just wrote this to finally end my writer's block as I have been gone for more than a month now.
Street Woman Fighter 2 is finally over and although your team didn't make it to the top 4, you still continued to support the other teams until the end, especially when the winner of SWF 2 is the team leaded by your girlfriend.
And now here you are, preparing for the On the Stage concert. All of the teams are in one place again, practicing the dance routines they've performed during SWF 2.
You were finally on break and some of the dancers of each team started goofing around with each other, filming tiktok dances together with Redy who seem to just stand in the background of every video. You laugh at how Redy looks like a lost child standing behind Che Che, Debby, and Yoonji as the trio dance.
Bored in your own world you decided to set up your phone as you sat in the corner of the studio, and finally hit the 'Go live' button after getting permission from the staffs who told you that it is fine as long as you don't spoil anything about the concert.
Viewers immediately flooded the comments and you tried your best to greet everyone. The viewer count goes up by the second.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii ๐ค"
"OMG Y/NNNNN ๐ฅน"
"Hi from ๐ฆ๐ฑ"
"Ano ba tayo, Y/n ๐ฉ (what are we, Y/n)"
You read each comments from fans greeting you, to trying to make you say a phrase in their language, to asking you how you have been.
"I'm doing good, as you all know, we're preparing for the upcoming concert. We're actually on a break right now and everyone is doing their own thing. And here I am, in my own space." You picked up your camera as you show the empty dance practice room that you are in right now.
"Honestly, I got bored during our break so I went live" you chuckled. "Everyone has been really busy these days, and I miss talking to you guys." You sent the viewers a flying kiss, which made the comment section go wild.
"AAAAAAHHHH"
"EXCUSE MEโ๏ธโ๏ธ"
"THAT KISS WAS DEFINITELY FOR ME"
You immediately got embarrassed as you are not used to giving out fan service or acting cute for other people. You give it a few seconds for the fans to finally calm down once again.
"Hmm, there's still much time until we go back to practicing again, what should I do? What do you guys think?" You read the comments once again as each viewers suggest something for you to do. After a few more minutes you finally settled to do a Q and A.
"What is today's TMI?" You read one of the comments as you ponder to yourself what could you share to your viewers . "Hmm, today I arrived at the studio crying because I was watching that one video of that kid from My Golden Kid." You giggled. "It was a very sad clip, I was crying the whole time while I was on my way here."
A few more question pops up after that and you tried your best to answer each one. "Who do you find attractive among the SWF 2 leaders?" You read another question.
"Me, of course" you flip your hair sassily before laughing to yourself. "No, in all honesty, it's gotta be Kirsten or Bada. They're both really charismatic." You answered.
"What part of them do you find attractive?" You read the follow up question.
"For Kirsten, it's probably her hips. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw Kirsten dance for the first time, my whole attention was on her hips..." you shyly admit to your viewers.
"...as for Bada... I really like her nose" you said without any explanation as memories from a few nights ago came back to you.
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*หโข. ยทอ*ฬฉฬฉอหฬฉฬฅฬฉฬฅ*ฬฉฬฉฬฅอยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ*ฬฉฬฉฬฅอหฬฉฬฅฬฉฬฅ*ฬฉฬฉอโงอ .โขห*โ
โก
"A-ahh Bada" your breath staggers as you move your hips, grinding your wet core on your girlfriend's face.
It was the night after BEBE won SWF 2 and you told Bada that you'll do whatever she asks for if they win, which leads you to the situation that you are in right now.
Bada's only wish from you as a reward is for you to sit on her face as she eats you out, which you did without any hesitation.
"That's it ride my face, baby" Bada speak against your pussy as she continues to eat it like a starved man.
You couldn't help but moan louder as your clit presses on the tip of Bada's nose. You continue to grind your puffy clit against it, each movement makes you shiver, as your girlfriend's tongue fucks your cunt relentlessly.
"I-I'm gonnaโhah" your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure in your stomach builds up. "Yeah that's it, come for me baby" Bada said as she continues to eat you out.
Soon, a loud moan escapes from your lips as you finally had your release. Your legs were shaking as Bada continues to lap up your juices, each movement of her head under you, the tip of her nose touches your clit.
"So good to me baby, can you give me one more?" Bada sucks on your clit before diving back again into fucking your cunt with her tongue...
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*หโข. ยทอ*ฬฉฬฉอหฬฉฬฅฬฉฬฅ*ฬฉฬฉฬฅอยทฬฉฬฉฬฅอ*ฬฉฬฉฬฅอหฬฉฬฅฬฉฬฅ*ฬฉฬฉอโงอ .โขห*โ
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"Ok let's get back to work" Funky Y announces as she enters the room which snaps you back to reality.
"So yeah anyway, that would be all. See you at the On the Stage concert everyone. Byeeee" You immediately pressed the 'End live' button, before putting down your phone.
"Oh Y/n, so you're here all along" The rest of the dancers enter the room one by one.
"Unnie, why is your face so red?" Sowoen pointed out your face. To which made you turn red even more. The whole time you are reminiscing about that night, you were blushing like crazy.
"It's nothing, I was just feeling hot." You excused yourself, but little do you know, a certain someone was actually watching your live earlier.
Bada approached you as she whispers something to your ears.
"So you like me nose huh, why don't you ride my face again once we got home?"
A/n: it's been a while omg, I missed writing. I'm slowly regaining my motivation to write again finally!!! I hope you like it, sorry if its not as good as you guys thought it would be. This is just a quick drabble to finally break my writer's block, I did not proofread this.
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โช โ EYES TO THE SKY ; bada lee x reader | 1/1
summary: some cute interactions between bada and her short girlfriend, y/n. PURE FLUFF
pairing: bada lee / f!reader
a/n: oh look, another bada fic in the OCEAN of bada x readers on tumblr. enjoy!!
bada likes to think you balance each other out.
not only is there a clear height difference, but your personalities are completely opposite, with badaโs cool and collected demeanour, and you acting like a ray of sunshine.
thereโs also a clear size differenceโ bada lee is all lean muscle, and sheโs no small guy. you would be considered petite, and in many ways, much smaller than bada.
and thereโs no question whether she likes to take advantage of that difference in the bedroom.
bada isnโt insufferable about the fact that sheโs over a foot taller than youโ in reality, sheโs rather sweet about it.
itโll show in the little things she does, just how much she loves the size difference, loves dominating over you in all the ways that count.
sheโll always be offering to help you reach things that are too high, gently wrapping an arm around your waist whilst asking if you need help. itโs rarely ever teasing or cocky, itโs justโ out of love.
and youโll almost always say yes to her offering help, looking at her with admiring puppy eyes that seem to penetrate deep into her heart.
badaโs more than happy to help you with something, she thrives when she feels needed, loves giving you what others canโt.
โhere, y/nโ sheโll say when giving you items from hard to reach places
โthank you, baby.โ is your reply, and it takes bada a surprising amount of effort to not grin widely like a maniac.
another favourite part of your size difference is that bada often has to lean down to collect your kissesโ even when youโre on your tippy toes, which she doesnโt mind in the slightest.
as she cranes her neck to meet your soft mouth, she smiles at your attempts to meet her halfway.
sometimes bada gets tired of bending down for kisses, and often picks you up into her lap instead.
and you have no complaints.
( BADAGF ยฉ 2023 )
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The Deal (I Canโt Go Inside)
Show Me How (To Love) Chapter 2
Prev | Next
Synopsis: The time has come for you to head to the Lee residence and start your new life as Badaโs fiancรฉe. Hope you can handle the pressure!
Note: Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only, and arenโt indicative of the readerโs body type/race. Any relations to real people and events are purely coincidental.
Tw: Physical abuse, cursing, unrealistic depictions of sleepwalking
Word Count: ~10.4k
When you come to yourself, you find yourself staring out the window, the morning rays of sunlight shining in your eyes. Looking down, you see your phone in your hand, unplugged and low on battery. 6:42 am is the time, long before your door is ever unlocked. Letting out a sigh, you plug your phone back up, your back, hand, and wrist stiff from the lack of movement.
You wonder how long you were sitting like that, out of it and ruminating. Your eyes feel heavy, and with every blink they sting from the lack of sleep. All you can do is groan as you lay back down, rubbing your eyes is frustration. You can already tell that you arenโt going to fall back asleep, but your body feels so heavy that you canโt move even an inch more.
So, you lay there.
You lay there as the sky outside gets brighter and brighter. You lay there as you hear the bustling of people outside. You lay there as your stomach growls, reminding you that you barely ate the night prior, and now youโre craving an orange.
Thinking about the night before only gives you a headache, realization kicking in about your entire situation.
Youโre getting married. The revelation hits you like a truck. Youโre getting married in the place of your sister, and you know nothing of whatโs to come. You donโt want this marriage, by any means, but knowing that your parentsโ lives are on the line makes you suck it up and go along with it โas if you have a choiceโ.
Soon enough, you hear the click of your doorknob as it unlocks, and you sit up in bed before your mother enters.
She immediately frowns as she looks at you. โWhat are you still doing in bed? Get up, now!โ She says as she taps her foot on the ground, key to your room door in hand.
You listen to her, body sluggish. Your feet meet the hard floor instead of your house slippers, which confuse you, as you always put your house slippers in the same place by your bed before you sleep. You look around the room, seeing one of your shoes by the door, and the other by the closet.
You were walking around last night, you realize, internally sighing as you move to grab your shoes and your outfit for the day. You put your slippers on as you walk to your bathroom and shut the door. Your forehead meets the door, and you like the way it feels against your warm skin.
Fuck, you canโt handle this right now. You canโt handle any of this.
โCalm down, calm down, calm down,โ you whisper to yourself, โYouโre alright, you just need to get through this and then youโll be alright.โ You donโt have time to calm yourself down further, as your motherโs voice cuts through your ears.
โChoi (Y/n), hurry up! Do not keep us waiting.โ
You push away from the door, moving to get ready. One look into the mirror shows your disheveled and tired state, and you wonder if Bada will turn you away as soon as you appear in front of her.
The long, dark maxi dress and long sleeve shirt you have on underneath hides your body well, but you hope your mother doesnโt think itโs too revealing.
You leave the bathroom and face your mother, waiting for her to give you an order.
โCome here,โ she says, and you obey, stepping closer, but keeping a bit of distance between you two. Your mother grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, and you let out a gasp at how tight sheโs gripping your arm. Her face is extremely close to yours, and her stern eyes bore into yours. You want to look away so bad, but she grabs your chin and makes you face her. โYou will not embarrass your father and I today, do you understand me?โ You nod rapidly, eyes squeezing shut at the pain. โYou will not complain, you will serve Bada in any way she needs, and you will obey her.โ You donโt want to protest, but you have too many worries to not say anything.
โBut mother, what if sheโs violent? What if she gets angry and hitsโโ your mother squeezes your cheeks, silencing you.
โIf you upset her, fix yourself and do better. You will do whatever she wants,โ she says through gritted teeth, shoving you away. โI swear, Soo Ri shouldโve been the one to do this, not you.โ She looks like she wants to spit on the ground youโre standing on, but she turns and walks away, leaving you to rub your cheeks with tears in your eyes.
You sniff and rub the tears out of your eyes, legs feeling weak. You look around your room, trying to gather your bearings.
Walking to your dresser, you grab your phone so you can look at your appearance in the camera. You unlock it, only for your phone to open the message app.
What you see only makes you want to break down and cry more.
On the screen are your texts to Soo Ri from last night, dozens of green messages taunting you. They start out written properly, showing clarity in your actions.
โHi, my lovely unnie.โ
โWhere are you.โ
โCome home.โ
โI hope youโre sleeping well.โ
But as you continue to read them, they become short, unintelligible, with terrible grammar and no structure. In between the key smashes and word vomit, you can read a few things.
โScaredโ
โPleaseโ
โSend awayโ
One text catches your eye, however.
โDonโt let the cat get youโ
Memories rush to the forefront of your mind, clouding your vision. Glass breaking, screaming, the feeling of suffocating into your pillow, beady yellow eyes staring up at you.
You feel your breathing getting harsher and harsher, phone dropping out of your hand as you stumble down, eyes darting everywhere.
You feel your heart beating faster and faster, threatening to pop out of your chest.
You try to dig your nails into your palms, trying to ground yourself back to reality, but you are quickly slipping away.
You hear yourself sobbing, you feel the tears slide down your cheeks, you feel the pounding in your head as you try and grab onto anything to calm you down.
You are so, so stupid, you tell yourself. You donโt deserve anything.
When you come to, youโre curled into yourself, arms close to your chest and tears pooling below you.
You faintly hear your parentsโ voices downstairs through your open door, and it snaps you out of your thoughts.
โThank you so much for escorting our daughter. I was up all night worrying about her journey to the Lee residence,โ you hear your mother speak, using the tone she reserved for speaking with guests. Itโs time for you to go.
You quickly get up, grabbing your phone and charger shoving them in your purse. You rush into the bathroom, wiping your face with water and fixing your hair. You plant a smile on your face and grab your suitcase โyou had shoved all of your shoes into one suitcase the night before, thinking two would be too muchโ and your box, walking out of your room without looking back.
You walk down the stairs slowly, hands shaking. Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs, your motherโs voice gets louder.
โSheโs always been a little more reserved, and she doesnโt really eat much unless prompted, so please donโt let her stay to herself and neglect her needs. And oh! She really likes to eat beef as well, and she doesnโt really like sweets, and she gets cold really easily too.โ With the way your mother is rambling, she comes across as a caring, concerned mother, and no one will guess that she had just admonished you earlier.
Youโre not sure you want them to.
โOh honey, (y/n) will be fine. Sheโs a big girl and you should trust that sheโll be ok,โ your father says, voice kinder than youโve ever heard before.
โI know, but sheโll always be my baby,โ your mother sounds close to tears, and you wonder how long this performance will last.
Well itโs not like you arenโt performing as well, so you might as well match their energy.
โMother, father, Iโm ready,โ you say as you arrive near the door, where your parents are standing with another woman, or girl, you should say. She has a very cute face, round cheeks and burgundy colored hair. But her clean suit, cold face and tall posture made her look older than she seemed to be. You place your box on the floor next to you and flex your fingers.
You bow to the girl in front of you, and she bows back.
โ(Y/n), this is Sowoen, and she will be escorting you to Ms. Leeโs home,โ your father says, adjusting the glasses on his face. You nod in acknowledgement.
Your mother starts to sniffle, holding your cheeks in her hands, much gentler than earlier.
โOh, how youโve grown. I remember when you first came to us like it was yesterday. And now youโre getting married,โ she pulls you close to her in a hug, and you fight the urge for your body to freeze. โDonโt fuck this up,โ she whispers in your ear, and squeezes you harder. You put your arms up to hug her back, though you feel awkward doing so.
When was the last time you hugged your mother?
โOk honey, you have to let her go now,โ your father says as he separates your mother from you. Your father doesnโt hug you, but he does hold your hands in his.
His touch makes your skin crawl.
โPlease, stay safe my dear. Know that you will always have a home here,โ he says, his voice soft. You just nod again, trying your hardest to keep the smile on your face. You pull away from him first, wrist still hurting from earlier.
You go to grab your stuff, but Soweon steps in before you could. She grabs your suitcase and box with ease, and you feel embarrassed at having her do the work for you. You also donโt want her to see how little you have.
โIs this all, Miss?โ Soweon asks you, and you can only nod silently, hands itching to grab the load off her hands.
A maid holds the door for the both of you, and you donโt look back at your parents as you follow behind your escort, though you can feel their gazes burn into your back. You canโt help but shiver.
~~~
The ride to Badaโs home is uncomfortably silent. You want to speak to try and break the awkwardness, but nothing comes out. Plus, Soweonโs tight grip on the steering wheel and her eyes locked forward is probably a hint for you to keep quiet.
She must be mad at you, you think as you fidget with your hands, for not being the one her boss wanted to marry.
You lock eyes with her in the rear view mirror, and quickly look away, mind going far.
To get to the Lee mansion requires one to go through large gates flanked with security, who quickly lets the car pass once Soweon shows her ID and they do a quick check in the trunk of the car, which makes you nervous.
Soweon drives the car down the pathway, and into a cul de sac, where at the end sits the Lee mansion, your new place of residence.
Your heart beats loudly in your chest as you stare at the utterly huge mansion in front of you.
Youโre living here? Even your parentsโ vacation homes arenโt this big!
Youโre scared to see what itโs like on the inside. Maybe you can just live in the car and you wonโt have to see Bada ever!
No, thatโs ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Youโd need to pee at some point.
Before you know it, your hand is reaching for the door only for it to miss as the door swings open, Sowoen looking at you expectedly as she stands on the other side.
โO-Ohโฆโ you stutter as you stare at her in bewilderment. You mustโve been keeping her waiting for too long. โSorry,โ you apologize, stepping out of the car. You donโt notice Sowoenโs hand held out to help you out of the car, looking towards the trunk for your belongings.
โIโve got it, Miss,โ Sowoen speaks up, taking your things out of the trunk for you. You continue to stare at her in confusion.
โYouโฆ you donโt have to do that. I can do itโฆโ you say as you reach for the suitcase, but Soweon only pulls it away from you.
โItโs alright, Miss. Itโs my job,โ is all she says before walking towards the mansion steps.
โBut, but, theyโre my things. I donโt want to have you do all of the work,โ you try and say, trying to catch up with her quick steps. โCan I at least hold the box, please?โ You ask, clasping your hands together. โThereโs a lot of important things in there to me,โ which isnโt exactly a lie, but it would still be better just to hold it.
Soweon sighs, which causes you to think that youโre probably being a bit annoying, so you take a step back from her and place your hands by your side.
โHere,โ she says, holding the box out to you. You blink, but quickly move to grab the box from her hold before she changes her mind.
โThank youโฆโ you whisper, following her up the stairs without another word.
The inside of the mansion is just as grandiose as the outside. Bright lights and long halls leading to who knows where. You could see the giant glass chandelier hanging from the high ceiling if you tip your head back far enough. There isnโt a spec of dust as far as your eyes can see โwhich, frankly, isnโt farโ. To the sides you can see stairs leading to the second floor. You wonder how many rooms there are in this whole place. There has to be at least thirty, right?
A maid greets you both with a respectful bow and you bow back, although Sowoen doesnโt.
โShall I take this to your room, Miss?โ She says, holding out her hands expectedly. You clutch the box closer to you, not wanting to give the maid all of your load like you did to Sowoen.
โMiss, weโre going to be seeing the boss first, so itโs best you put your stuff down,โ Soweon says, nodding towards the maid. You look at her hesitantly. You could just take the stuff to your room directly, but you donโt want to keep Bada waiting, so you reluctantly give the box to the maid, flexing your hands awkwardly once she took it away.
You follow Sowoen down the hall, keeping an eye on the back of her burgundy head. Your heart beats hard in your chest as you stop by a large wooden door with a very antique gold door knob. Sowoen knocks on the door, and opens it when sheโs given permission to enter. You hesitantly follow behind her, blurry gaze landing all over the room.
You enter into an office, one bigger than youโve ever seen. Near the wall in front of you sits a desk, full of stacks of paper and pens, and two small chairs in front of it. Against the other two walls are dark green sofas, with a small, glass coffee table to the side of each. Everything in here looks expensive, even the rug youโre standing on, it only makes you even more nervous.
Standing in front of the desk is none other than your fiancรฉe, tall and intimidating, just like the day you first met. On the couches sit multiple other women, though you donโt know who they are.
Badaโs face is neutral, nary an emotion can be gathered from her gaze, hands clasped in front of her. Hands that could hurt you at any momentโฆ
โYou will not complain, you will serve, and you will obey herโ, your mothers words repeat in your head as Bada stares down at you.
Remember, you tell yourself, this woman can kill you and your family at any moment, so maybe listening to your mother will be wise.
You bow to Bada, eyes kept to the floor, waiting for her to address you.
โHow was your trip,โ her voice is deep, resounding throughout the room and bouncing off of your ears.
โIt was fine,โ you manage to say without stuttering, hands gripping your dress. You still donโt look at her, but rise anyway. โThank you for having someone escort me here,โ you say. You hope it scores you half a point for your respectfulness.
โThis will be your home now,โ Bada starts, voice still level. โSo there are a few things you must know, especially since your parents did not inform you of a single thing prior to our meeting on Friday. Iโm assuming that is still the case, correct?โ You wince, feeling all of your hopes of them sparing your familyโs lives being shredded to bits. You feel a lot of eyes burning into your back and elect to keep your head down.
Should you be honest and just say yes? Will lying spare your family even just a little.
โChoi (y/n), I asked you a question.โ Despite the authoritative nature in her voice, it was still the same tone and pitch she spoke in moments earlier. It made you push lying out of your mind.
โThatโsโฆ thatโs correct.โ Youโre going to pass out any second now. If you beg her to kill you, will they spare your parents' lives? Soo Riโs?
โI see. While you are here, your safety is one of the top priorities for both my team, Bebe, and I,โ that is, until you piss her off and she kills everyone youโve ever loved. โYou must follow the rules set in place to ensure your safety, understood?โ You nod, staying silent. โOne, you will never walk around without a bodyguard, ever. Thereโs too many risks out in the world for you to walk around without one. Sowoen here will be filling in that role for now.โ You donโt know if you should feel relieved that itโs at least a somewhat familiar face or not. Bada continues, holding up two fingers.
โTwo, you must not lie to me, ever. I despise liars, and you seem to come from a family of them.โ You wince again, squeezing the wrist your mother grabbed earlier. The pain brings you back down to Earth. โI will not spare you if I find out youโre lying to me.โ You can only nod, voice not coming out properly.
Bada holds up a third finger, โFinally, this is simply a business deal, so I expect you to act accordingly to fulfill the terms of the contract that you and your parents agreed upon, understood?โ
You agreed to the contract? Since when? What did you agree to, you can only wonder. Maybe Bada took your begging for your familyโs lives as an agreement. Yes, that must be what it is.
โY-Yes, I understand, Ms. Lee,โ you finally manage to say.
โThese are all of the members of my team,โ you turn around to face the women on the couches, and Soweon, who sits on the couch to your left. โTo your left are the junior members. Soweon, whom youโve met already, Minah,โ Bada points to a girl with black hair, โand Cheche,โ she points to a girl with orange hair. Their eyes bore into your figure, as if theyโre studying you, waiting for you to slip up, which you will most likely do soon.
Bada gestures to your right, โThese are the senior members. Their word takes precedence over the junior ones, so what they say goes first.โ You nod again. The gazes of these women feel a bit more hostile, but you couldnโt tell from the lack of emotions on their faces. โThis is Tatter,โ she points to a woman with light blonde hair, โKyma,โ a woman also with blonde hair, but a shorter face, โand Lusher, my second in command. If I am not here, you listen to her. Are we clear?โ
โYes, weโre clear.โ You repeat obediently.
โGood, Sowoen will give you a tour of the residence, and will help you get settled in. And here,โ you turn to her, and she holds out a black credit card. You blink at it, then look up at her for the first time since youโve entered. โUse this for anything you need. Thereโs a lot of money on here, so do not worry about it running out of funds anytime soon,โ she says, card held loosely in her hands.
You arenโt receiving an allowance? Thatโsโฆ confusing. You thought everyone received an allowance from the head of the household.
โTake it,โ Bada says flatly.
Donโt complain, serve, and obey.
You blink again at the card, gently grabbing the edge from her as if it were a foreign object.
โThank you, Ms. Lee.โ You grip the card in your hands to make sure itโs real.
โYou are dismissed,โ Bada says, and Soweon holds the door for you as you leave. You bow to Bada and the girls before you go down the hallway, Soweon following behind you.
Bada sits down on her chair, sighing.
โDo you trust her?โ Lusher asks, breaking the silence in the room.
โI donโt need to,โ Bada says, picking up a piece of paper and a pen. โAs long as she does what she was brought here to do, I donโt really care whether or not sheโs trustworthy. Thatโs for you all to figure out.โ She taps her pen on the counter. โAlright, here are your tasks for the week. Cheche, fill Soweon in later,โ Bada states before starting their meeting.
~~~
The Lee mansion is too big for your liking. Dozens of bedrooms, a cozy living room, giant catering kitchens, a library, a theater room, a tennis court, a gym, a ballroom, and apparently, a giant garden somewhere else on the property. Youโre getting overwhelmed at Soweonโs explanations as you pass the giant pool. Thereโs even a fucking jacuzzi in the corner of the pool.
As you stare down at the water moving with the slight breeze, you imagine yourself under the surface, holding your breath until it hurts, eyes staring at the sky above you.
You wish you hadnโt been told about the pool, you think. You feel like youโll be coming here often in your sleep, whether you like it or not.
โMiss,โ you hear Soweon call you. You tear your eyes away from the pool to look at her. โShall we end the tour here?โ She asks, with a tilt of her head. She must be tired of talking to you. Itโs best to listen to her and end the tour.
You nod, and follow her to a bedroom.
โThe boss has prepared this room for you, but you can change anything around as you please,โ Soweon says, never passing the threshold of your room. You look around, taking in the large queen sized bed in the middle of the room, the white vanity to the left and the giant walk-in closet to the right, along with a desk by a giant window.
You wonder if you can ask them to bolt it shut for you. Would you sound insane? Is that a normal request for someone to have? You really arenโt sure.
โPlease let me know if you need anything, Miss,โ Sowoen says to you, and you nod.
Sowoen bows to you as she goes to shut the door, and you bow back. Once the doorโs shut, you let out the deep breath you were holding, but you still feel no relief. Instead, you feel as if youโre suffocating. Youโre now in the lionโs den, and one wrong move could mean you and your whole family being torn to shreds.
You look at the door, noticing the lock on the inside. Youโd be able to lock and unlock your door with ease. That fact scares you.
To distract yourself from the thousands of worries in your head, you start to unpack your suitcase, finding your closet already filled with hangers for you, which you appreciate, though most of them are left unused because of your lack of clothes, but oh well.
You go to unpack your box, opening it up with a key on your wallet. Only for you to end up putting it down because you become face to face with that porcelain cat. The cat that you thought you left in the nightstand at home.
Its yellow eyes pierce into your teary ones, mocking you, reminding you of all of your mistakes, and when you pick it up, your skin crawls, the scar on your back burning once more.
You put it in the nightstand dresser and hope you forget about its location later.
You continue to unpack your items, tears in your eyes.
When youโre done, you place your house slippers on the floor by your bed, and crawl under the covers.
Exhaustion is catching up with you, youโre hungry, youโre craving an orange.
You decide to sleep.
~~~
Sowoenโs days have been very uninteresting lately. Instead of the hustle and bustle of her normal, everyday life, doing reports, following her seniors around as they worked, testing out different types of poisons on others (and herself in secret), she has spent the last few weeks watching her bossโ new fiancรฉe.
Bada says itโs to teach her responsibility as the youngest, and she is grateful for the opportunity. However, she is justโฆ just so, so bored.
Every morning at 5 am, she wakes up and goes to stand at your door at 6, and hears you wake up around 8:30. You donโt open the door for a while, sometimes for hours, until Sowoen wonders when youโre going to eat something, and knocks on the door.
You look bewildered every time she opens it, like the action is unusual or something, even when you tell her to come in with a confused voice. Sowoen doesnโt really care as to why you think itโs weird, only wanting you to not starve to death and have Bada be disappointed in her, so she asks if youโre going to eat something.
The first few days here you ate a proper meal, but after that, you just ate oranges. And then you would retreat back into your room, until it was time for dinner, where you would eat a proper meal at 9. Then at 10:00, you turn in for the night. She would stay outside your room for a few more hours, just in case you need her again, but at 1am she goes to her room to sleep โsheโs already used to getting little to no sleep, so thereโs no issue with thatโ.
Itโs just weird. Of course she should mind her business. You being quiet and not stirring up trouble is a good thing. However, Sowoen doesnโt trust you. She may be slightly โcurious isnโt the right word, maybe wary?โ about your skittish behavior and notes the familiarity in your actions, but she doesnโt trust you, or your family. Your family lied to Bada, and that is something that cannot be forgiven. Who knows what else youโre lying about.
And on top of all that, Sowoen is just bored. Sheโs so, so bored.
Even when she listens through the door โnot actively but just generally listening out for soundsโ she doesnโt hear you moving at all. No music playing, no talking on the phone, not even singing to yourself. Are you in solitary confinement or something?
At times like this she wishes she had Kymaโs scary hearing ability, at least so she can see if youโre alive or not. She could always just go in your room herself and check on you, like a bodyguard should do, but Bada also warned of giving you your privacy, a sliver of respect while youโre here.
But she cannot, in good conscience, let you isolate yourself like this.
Sowoen, always the softy, she can hear everyone saying, causing her to sigh.
โMind your business, Sowoen, mind your business,โ she whispers to herself.
Sowoen thinks of dark spaces, no room to move, aching bones and everlasting silence.
She sighs once more, turning around to knock on your door, but is stopped by a voice.
โSowoen,โ itโs Cheche, voice leveled despite the small smile on her face. Itโs been a while since sheโs seen the other junior members, her best friends, because sheโs been stuck to your side โor rather, your doorโ, so itโs a surprise to see her here.
โHi, Cheche. Whatโs up?โ Cheche stops a little always from the door, not exactly in front of Sowoen.
โThe boss wants to see you,โ she says, eyes flickering to the door behind Sowoen. โIโll watch over the Miss in your place, ok?โ
Sowoen is hesitant, not wanting abandon the job Bada assigned her to do.
โHere,โ Cheche says, holding out her hand, a hand that holds Badaโs family ring. The request is legitimate, not just a trick to test Sowoen to see if sheโs doing her job. Itโs also unrefusable โnot that she can or would ever refuse Bada anywaysโ.
Sowoen nods, taking that ring and holding it tightly in her hand, stepping aside so Cheche can take her place.
The walk to Badaโs office isnโt a long one, but she is curious about why Bada wants to see her. Sheโs been doing her job correctly as far as she knows. Youโre still alive, maybe not healthy, but youโre alive!
She makes it to Badaโs office, knocking six times to let Bada know itโs her.
โCome in,โ Bada says, and Sowoen enters, giving Bada a slight bow.
โMorning, boss,โ Sowoen greets her, holding out her ring for her to take, which she does.
โMorning. Have a seat,โ Bada gestures to one of the chairs in front of her desk, and she sits. Bada is sitting behind her desk, in her pressed suit and glasses low on her face. She taps her pen on the desk as she looks at Sowoen.
โWhatโs your assessment of her?โ Bada asks, referring to you. The question comes as a bit of a surprise to Sowoen, as she didnโt expect Bada to ask her about you, nor care enough about you to ask. Though she figures that itโs a matter of just keeping tabs on you, which she did expect Bada wanted. โYou can speak honestly. There will be no penalty for doing so.โ Despite saying that phrase plenty of times before, Bada always makes sure to reassure her, and for that, Bada has Sowoenโs trust.
โIf Iโm being honest, there really isnโt much to say,โ Sowoen starts, picking at her nails but still looking Bada in the eyes. โShe doesnโt do much at all. She doesnโt leave her room much, only to eat, and she barely does that,โ Badaโs expression doesnโt change at that information, so Sowoen canโt gather what sheโs feeling. โWhen sheโs in her room, I really donโt know what sheโs doing, I really canโt hear anything when sheโs in there,โ Sowoen furrows her eyebrows. โNot that Iโm intentionally listening on her or anything. I want her to have privacy, but justโฆ yโknow.โ Sowoen realizes sheโs rambling and closes her mouth.
โThank you for sharing that, Sowoen.โ She feels herself blush at the praise. Bada leans back in her chair. โSo thereโs no one she talks to? No places she likes to go?โ Bada asks, clasping her hands together.
Sowoen shakes her head, โNo, itโs like she isolated herself. No calls to her parents, nor do I ever see her texting anybody either. It reminds me a lot ofโฆโ Sowoen shuts herself up, quick, not wanting to be reminded of the past,
โI see,โ Bada says, understanding what Sowoen is referring to.
โBut I donโt want to intrude on her life, yโknow? I think itโll be rude if I said something,โ Bada nods at that.
โItโs ok to give suggestions, as long as youโre respectful, right?โ Sowoen nods, not saying anything more. โBring her over,โ Bada says, and Sowoen snaps to attention.
She didnโt expect her to say that. She thought that Bada wouldnโt want to see you at all after what your parents did. But who is she to question her superior, so she gets up and goes to retrieve you.
Before she leaves, Bada calls out to her.
Her face is serious as she looks at Sowoen.
โDo you trust her?โ Is all she asks.
โNo, boss, I donโt.โ
~~~
Your days at the Lee mansion have been very uneventful. You wake up, covered in bruises from your body hitting things in your new bedroom when you walk around at night, not used to the new layout just yet. You then wait for your door to be unlocked, but you end up waiting for hours until Sowoen knocks on your door asking if youโd want to eat breakfast, leaving you to remember that doors arenโt just generally locked all the time from the outside. You then go to eat breakfast, but youโre too nervous to keep anything down so you just eat oranges. Then, you retreat to your room and just lie there until dinner, where you sit by yourself for thirty minutes and eat a little bit of food โjust like at home, but you donโt want to think about that right nowโ.
What else is there to do anyways? Your only source of entertainment is painting, and all of your supplies are at home. Youโre too scared to walk around the mansion and explore, fearing that youโll just end up sleepwalking to places and burdening Sowoen and Bada later on, and you donโt want to ask Sowoen or a maid to get things for you, because then youโll feel like youโre being bossy and pretentious.
So, you just sit in your room and think.
Sometimes you read the books you brought from home, sometimes you scroll through videos on your phone, switching from app to app, but mostly, you just end up thinking.
What is your role in all of this?
Are you just an accessory? A thing to parade around to make Bada look good? But why settle for you? Why not find someone else from another family who didnโt lie to her?
Is it just to get back the money your parents owe her? If so, does that just make you a hostage?
The thought makes your throat close up in fear.
What rights did you have in this mansion? Could you go where you pleased? Or were you just stuck in this large home, waiting to be used and discarded. Youโre too scared to ask, fearing Badaโs emotionless stare, or the annoyed looks from the Bebe girls.
If youโre a hostage, that means Soo Ri was also supposed to be a hostage, right? But knowing Soo Riโs personality, you canโt imagine her settling down and taking that.
You imagined sheโd come here, with her endless confidence that youโve always envied, demanding to be treated right, and probably getting whatever she wanted, too.
But what are you supposed to do, then? Just lie there and wait for Bada to make up her mind on what she wants?
Would she take her anger out on you if she had a rough day? Would she come into your room andโฆ
You donโt allow yourself to go down that road, mind already dredging up things from the past.
Donโt complain, serve, and obey.
You blink, remembering your motherโs words and turning over in bed, hugging a pillow to your chest.
If Bada ever does anything to you, itโs not like you have the power to fight back. Youโd probably have to just cry in silence when sheโs done with you, hoping that the next day will be better. Maybe if you donโt complain sheโd leave your family alone.
Yeah, just think of the benefits for your parents. Theyโll be able to just pay Bada back, and then be done with her while she just keeps you to the side, at her mercy. Youโll gladly be at her mercy if it means theyโll be happy.
Before you can sit in your thoughts more, thereโs a knock on your door. You wait for it to open, but then remember that your door isnโt locked.
โComeโฆcome in,โ you say, the words still feeling foreign on your tongue.
The door opens and Sowoen appears, face still serious. Her hair is down today.
โMiss, the boss wishes to see you,โ she says, never passing the threshold to your door.
You blink in confusion, but get up anyway.
You havenโt seen Bada since your first day here, and she has not called for you since then. Are you in trouble? Is your family in trouble? Is Bada going to kill you? Has she finally gotten sick of you? All youโve done is stay still! You havenโt been a burden to anyone, at least you think you havenโt! Maybe youโve unintentionally upset someone, but you swear youโll get on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness!
You mustโve done something wrong, you think as you walk through the halls, gripping your wrist in your hand. Bada is going to kill you. She hates you.
Too soon do you end up in front of her office, large wooden door taunting you as you raise your hand to knock on the door.
โCome in,โ Bada says, voice sounding much more secure than yours. You wonder if youโll be able to get the words out to defend yourself.
You open the door, which creaks as it moves, the sad sound announcing your presence in Badaโs clean space. The door closes behind you, and when you turn around, Sowoen isnโt there.
Which means youโre alone with Bada, for the first time. Youโre alone with a woman who hates you.
You bow to her, and wait for her to give you an order, or yell at you, or do something.
โSit,โ Bada says, gesturing to the chair in front of her. You do so, without question, avoiding her gaze. You feel it burning into you, probably waiting for you to confess your wrongdoings. Maybe if you apologize first, sheโll go easy on you.
โUm, Ms. Lee,โ you start, voice wavering. โI sincerely apologize for my actions, truly.โ You dig your thumb in your palm, rubbing it in circles.
Bada raises an eyebrow at your words, wondering what you couldโve done. She decides to see what youโll apologize for, and stays silent.
โI, um, I promise to do betterโฆ as, as your fiancรฉe. I know I should have learned better from my parents, and for that I apologizeโฆ for being clueless, I mean. If itโs any consolation, I didnโt mean to upset you, but if you tell me what,โ you blink rapidly, looking down at your hands, โif youโre willing to tell me what I did wrong, then Iโll be sure not to make the same mistake againโฆโ you finish, biting the inside of your cheek.
โAnd what exactly are you apologizing for?โ Bada asks, staring down at you despite the lack of eye contact on your part.
You start to stammer even more, โYou, you called for me, so I thoughtโฆ I thought I did something wrong,โ you blink again, bouncing your leg. โIs it not that?โ Bada watches as the gears turn in your head, trying to find an explanation for why she called you here.
โIf itโs about Soo Ri and the switch, I, I sincerely apologize for that. I know that what we did isnโt forgivable, but I promise to โโ
Bada silences you with a rise of her hand.
โEnough,โ she says, effectively stopping your apologies. She places her pen down, never looking away from you. โWhat are you doing here?โ She asks you, and you look up at her for the first time since you arrived. Her expression is still void of any emotions as her brown eyes look you over.
Does she think you are overstaying your welcome? Is she going to send you back home? What does that mean for the safety of your family? What will your parents think of you coming back home so early?
Donโt complain, serve, and obey.
โIโฆ Iโm here to be your fiancรฉe,โ you answer, uncertain. Bada just blinks at you.
โThereโs no need to stay inside. Go, visit your parents, get groceries, go shopping for clothes, do whatever you want,โ Bada orders you, and your eyebrows furrow.
She didnโt want you here, it seems, even though you thought you were behaving.
But itโs best if you donโt argue.
โFor how long?โ You ask for clarification, trying your hardest not to cry. Were you failing the one thing you were asked to do?
โFor as long as you wish,โ is all she says, writing down something on a piece of paper. Itโs not an adequate answer for you, but you wonโt fight her. โSowoen will keep by you as you go, so do not try and stray too far from where it is safe.โ You nod, voice failing you at the moment. โYou are dismissed,โ Bada says after a beat. You nod, getting up and bowing before leaving her office.
Sowoen is waiting for you at the door, closing it behind you and following you to your room. Once you get there, you turn to Sowoen, not meeting her eyes.
โUm,โ you start, clearing your throat, โMs. Lee told me to, uh, not be inside? Do you have any place I could go?โ Your tone conveys your shyness, not used to talking with the woman who follows you around just yet.
Sowoen pauses, nodding her head as she thinks.
The boss mustโve seen her underline concerns, despite her attempts to hide it, and reassured you that you could go wherever you wanted.
Bada knows Sowoen better than she knows herself sometimes.
โThereโs a shopping district further into the city,โ Sowoen starts, โThereโs a bunch of different stores you can go to, you browse around if you like.โ Sowoen suggests. The stores there are all ones Bada provides protection for, so you shouldnโt be in any danger there.
You nod, entering your room to get ready.
You dress in a long black maxi skirt, and a dark blue sweater that is a little bit itchy due to it being so old, and some of your old sneakers. You need to buy new ones, but youโre waiting for you to have enough money to buy your glasses first before getting anything else. It is a bit warm outside for the outfit, but youโve learned to tough it out.
You wouldnโt want people to get the wrong idea by you showing skin.
When youโre done getting ready, you grab your purse and your phone, opening the door and waiting for Sowoen to lead the way. She takes you to the front, and the sun hits your eyes as soon as you leave the manor, not used to the brightness after staying inside for so long.
You wait for Sowoen as she goes to get the car, warmer arm causing you to fan yourself with your hand, and walk down the steps to meet her. With each step you try not to think about what youโre going to do once you get back.
If Bada doesnโt want you to be in the manor anymore, youโre going to have to pack, right? But then where will you go? Can you even go back home? If the contract your parents signed says that you are supposed to be living with Bada, then you really canโt go back home.
Will you just be living on the streets?
You ball your hands into fists at the thought.
You couldnโt go through that. Not now, not ever.
Youโd rather die.
Before you can dwell on it any further, Sowoen opens the car door for you before you can do it yourself. You blink at her in bewilderment, but she just gestures for you to get in the car. You still arenโt used to people doing things for you, but you get in the car so you donโt upset her.
The drive to the shopping district isnโt long, but it does feel longer because of the fact that your cheap headphones broke completely. The speakers blew out as soon as you turned your music on, so now thatโs another expense to the list. You could only sigh as you try and wrack up how much everything you need will cost in your head.
You just didnโt have the money for any of this. You donโt even know why youโre going to shop when you still need to buy glasses and get a new eye exam. Itโs all so, so stupid. But Sowoen suggested it, and you donโt want to make her or Bada mad by not listening to them.
Once you're at the shopping district, Sowoen is quick to open the door for you, and she even offers her hand to help you out of the car. You take it, hand shaking, but you canโt help the confusion that sits on your face.
โThis way, Miss,โ she says as you walk forward.
You follow her, looking around at the multitude of shops around you. Even in the early afternoon, there are a bunch of people walking around, and you feel Sowoenโs presence close behind you. You look around, squinting to see your surroundings. Through your blurry vision you see clothes shops, electronic stores, even a few food places here and there.
Smelling the food reminds you that you only had an orange this morning, but you decide not to dwell on the subject.
You and Sowoen walk around in silence, you peering at the shop windows once you got close but not ever going in.
That is, until you pass by an art store. Through the window you can see the warm toned lights, the tubes of paint, the fabrics and the sketch pads. You stop by the window, deciding to look upon the items for a bit longer than usual.
You havenโt painted or drawn anything since the day you met Bada, and itโs been making you antsy. You miss it, but all of your supplies are at home.
โShall we go in, Miss?โ Sowoen says, standing by the door. You blink at her โyou seem to be doing that a lot todayโ, a bit embarrassed at being caught. But if Sowoen suggested it, you should probably listen.
You nod, walking in when Sowoen opens the door for you. You walk down the aisles, passing by yarn and crochet hooks, fabrics and needles, even canvases and desks to sit at.
When you get to the paint, you stop, staring at the Beginnerโs paint tubes. Thereโs a lot more options than the five tubes you have at home, which excites you, even for a little bit. You have to bring them up to your eyes to see what colors they have, though, which reminds you of your much needed and lack of glasses.
Bummed that you canโt buy them, you pout and put them back.
โWhat about these, Miss?โ Sowoen speaks up, and you look over at her. Sheโs over at the Professional grade paints, looking at the tubes quizzically. โThe sign says that these ones last longer, and that the colors are better.โ
You shake your head, a small, bitter smile on your face. โI donโt have the money for those. I was just browsing, anyways,โ you say, and Sowoen blinks at you.
โDid you leave the bossโ card at home?โ She asks, and you shake your head. Itโs in your purse now, tucked away in your wallet.
โItโs not my money to spend,โ you say as you look at a red tube of paint. โIโd feel bad about using Ms. Leeโs money to buy stuff without asking her for permission first.โ
Sowoen is confused. Itโs your money. Bada gave you that money to spend. She repeats this fact to you.
โThe boss gave you that money to use for yourself, Miss,โ Sowoen says, not understanding what you find so difficult to understand.
You bite your lip, bringing a tube of yellow paint close to your face to read the label. โIโฆ still, I wouldnโt feel right using it. I donโt want to burden Ms. Lee more than I already have.โ You put the tube back in its place, turning to face Sowoen.
Sowoen is really confused, and she feels like sheโs doing a bad job at hiding that confusion on her face.
โDo you want me toโฆ ask the boss if you can use your money?โ Sowoen says it slowly, hoping that it will allow her to understand the issue you have.
You shake your head quickly. โNo! I meanโฆ no, you donโt have to do that. Ms. Lee is busy,โ you nervously chuckle, as if youโre telling a joke, โPlus, I donโt think Iโm allowed to have these things anyways. You know, it smells and stuff, because of the quality and stuff! And the paint can get everywhere and ruin everyoneโs nice things if you arenโt careful and,โ you continue to ramble, trying to pull out every excuse you had, all the while Sowoen stares at you like you have two heads.
Sowoen blinks, once, twice, as she tries to understand your reasoning. โYou can justโฆ get the higher quality paintsโฆโ Sowoen explains to you, tilting her head as she points to the paints she was looking at earlier.
โBut then thatโs expensive! I donโt want to waste Ms. Leeโs money on things that arenโt important!โ
Sowoen is confused โno matter how many times she admits it, it doesnโt stop the confusion at every new sentence you utterโ. Arenโt you rich? Why are you so frugal with money? And not in the rich and stingy way, either.
โIf you enjoy it, then itโs not a waste of moneyโฆโ Sowoen argues, trying her hardest to keep her voice level and clear of judgment. Keep it respectful, just like Bada said.
You tilt your head at that, as if Sowoen is talking in a foreign language. No one has ever said that to you before. Whenever you needed something, you had to earn it, and it had to be useful to you โwell, your parentsโ. You funded your art through your own allowance, saving up for months to even buy a good easel, so that you wouldnโt burden your parents by asking for things.
But now that you donโt have an allowance, you struggle to see how you could do or buy anything. You were never allocated more than fifty-five thousand won per week, sometimes even less depending on how bad of a mood your parents were in, and so you had to scrounge by with what little you had. It meant that you had to really want what you bought. It wasnโt a lot of money, but it was your money.
To use Badaโs money just leaves a bad taste in your mouth, especially when it isnโt important to Bada that youโre entertained.
You shake your head, going to move out of the aisle when Sowoen speaks up.
โThe boss said that itโs ok for you to use it, like an allowance.โ You turn to Sowoen, eyes widening just a bit. It doesnโt go unnoticed by Sowoen. โThat money belongs to you, no one else, and the boss will give you a certain amount of money each month for all of your needs.โ
Well, Sowoenโs lying.
She doesnโt know why sheโs so invested in you buying these paints. She shouldโve left it alone when you said no the first time. However, your assumptions about the money Bada gave you are just wrong, and your relationship with money is so familiar to her. And this is the first time she saw you have interest in something. So the lie just slipped out, and then they kept slipping out more and more.
โYou shouldnโt refuse the bossโ generosity, Miss,โ Sowoen says, not meeting your eyes all the way. โThe boss may find that rudeโฆโ Sowoen speaks from experience, and doesnโt want you to unnecessarily make the same mistakes she and her friends have made before, but to you it just looks like another threat, another choice you donโt have the right to.
You donโt want to make Bada angry, but you thought maybe being humble would show her that youโre not a threat.
โOh, okโฆโ you say, looking away from Sowoen, your heart squeezing in your chest. โIf it isnโt rude to Ms. Lee, then I guess Iโll do itโฆโ You pick up a tube of the Beginnerโs paint, but Sowoen stops you.
โYou said the quality of those werenโt good, Miss. Shouldnโt you get the better ones?โ
โI used these all the time at home, so itโs nothing Iโm not used to. Plus theyโre cheaper,โ you try to reassure her.
Sowoen just looks at you, and you put the tubes back as you begin to falter under her blank stare. โBut maybe I can get one or two of the good ones, right?โ
โRight,โ Sowoen nods, watching you as you go towards the Professional grade paints.
This is the first time youโre seeing these types of paints up close. Even in college you only allowed yourself to use the Intermediate level ones when your classes required it, but now you have the opportunity to see the real deal.
But which ones should you get? You need the primaries, plus white and black, but there are so many to choose from that itโs making your head spin. Plus the price, itโs damn near half of your weekly allowance for one small tube of paint.
You canโt help but wince at the price, looking over to Sowoen, who just watches you with the blank stare of hers.
โWhat colors, uh, what colors do you like? I canโt decideโฆโ You ask tentatively, looking down a bit. Sowoen comes up beside you and immediately chooses a few colors. She mustโve been eyeing them earlier.
You look at her selection as she presents them to you, like a kid showing what she got for Christmas. She picked out two reds, a bright yellow, a green, a purple similar to her hair color, and three blues. You pick up the brighter red, the yellow, and a muted blue from her hand.
โAre you not going to get all of them?โ Sowoen asks with a tilt of her head. You shake your head.
โNo, this is enough. I donโt want to spend more thanโฆโ You feel like Sowoen thinks youโre stupid with the way she stares at you.
โMiss, you have the money for it, and you should have options for things, right?โ
โIโฆ I guess, but we still have to buy the canvas and an easel and those can be expensive andโโ You cut yourself off as Sowoen puts the paints in your hands. โOkโฆโ You resign yourself to the fate of spending money that you donโt want to use.
Sowoen makes you follow her as she goes to get a basket, and then proceeds to pick more colors out for you. You have twenty different paints now, more than youโve ever had in your life, and youโre nervous, but a tiny part of you is excited. You also grab a few canvases, a couple of brushes, paint thinner, and a retractable easel. You close your eyes when the cashier tells you your total, and shakily hand over Badaโs card to her. It is damn near a month and a half worth of your allowance back home, and you just (reluctantly), spent it like it is nothing.
You walk out of the store with Sowoen holding most of your bagsโyou begged to at least hold the bag of paintsโ, feeling a little bit giddy.
โAre you sure Ms. Lee wonโt mind me having this?โ You ask Sowoen for the nth time as you walk towards the car.
โYes, Iโm sure,โ Sowoen says, holding the door open for you. She wanted to see if you would go to another store, but with how reluctant you were to buy the art supplies, she just figures that one step at a time is enough.
Not that Sowoen cares, though. Sheโs just glad that you arenโt isolating yourself in your room. Seeing you do that just brings up bad memories for her, so itโs better that you have something to do. Plus, it is good that she knows youโre not decomposing in your bed doing nothing, so she knows that sheโs not failing at her job at watching you. You place your things in the back seat with you, and a small smile threatens to come across your faces.
โShall we go back to the manor, Miss?โ Sowoen asks as she starts the car. Your head snaps up, confusion on your face.
โI thoughtโฆ Why are we going back to the manor?โ You ask, blinking a few times.
โIs there anywhere else youโd like to go, Miss?โ Sowoen asks, looking at you in the rearview mirror.
โNoโฆโ you say, โBut, Ms. Lee said thatโฆ that I shouldnโt be in the house. I thought that she didnโt want me to be thereโฆโ
Sowoen feels her brows furrow and then straightens her face out. โWhyโฆ why would the boss say that?โ
She canโt imagine Bada going through all of this effort to move you to the manor only for her to kick you out this early. Especially without getting her money from your parents. You blink at Sowoen, Sowoen blinks at you.
โI donโt knowโฆโ you answer, and you sit in silence for the rest of the car ride, thoughts swirling wildly in your head.
You arrive to the manor and follow Sowoen inside, and a maid takes your things to your room. You go to follow her until you stop, turning to Sowoen behind you.
โUm, can Iโฆ do you think thatโฆ I can go and visit Ms. Lee for a bit?โ You ask, playing with the sleeves of your sweater, picking at the threads. Sowoen blinks at you, not expecting you to ever ask that question in your life.
โIf sheโs not busy, then sure,โ Sowoen says, trying to keep her voice level.
You nod, turning on your heel and walking towards Badaโs office, hesitance in your steps. You stop in front of the door, raising your hand to go and knock, but you get too nervous and put your hand down. You repeat the motion two more times before wiping your slightly sweaty hands on your skirt, looking at Sowoen, who is staring at you.
โIโm nervous,โ you whisper, stepping back from the door.
โDonโt be,โ Sowoen whispers back. โThe worst thing the boss could say is that sheโs busy.โ Well, thatโs not entirely true. There are a lot of things Sowoen can imagine her saying that are worse than that, but she wouldnโt tell you that when youโve gathered the courage to come here.
You lift your hand up once more, going to knock on the door until it opens, revealing Lusher and Tatter on the other side, about to leave the office. You quickly step to the side, bowing slightly, missing the incredulous look they give to Sowoen, and the confused shrug Sowoen gives back. They say nothing as they leave the office, giving you a slight bow back before they round the corner.
Youโre embarrassed about being caught at the door, and you are about to scurry back into your room when you hear Badaโs voice from inside the office, sitting at her desk.
โWhat do you need?โ She asks, and you faintly hear the scribble of her pen as she writes on the papers in front of her. You look back at Sowoen, who gestures for you to go inside.
โMayโฆ may I enter?โ You ask, not moving across the threshold. Bada just nods, and you take a step forward, hands clasped in front of you. The door closes afterwards, and you start to miss Sowoen shadowing behind you. You speak after a beat, โUm, I just wanted to thank you, for, um, allowing me to come back to the manor.โ Badaโs hand stops writing momentarily, but she soon continues before you can even notice it. โI know you wanted me to stay outside, but I had bought some things earlier, and Sowoen suggested coming back, so I assumed it was ok for me to be back here,โ you ramble, not looking at Bada. โAnd about the buying-things-with-your-money thing, I really apologize for that, I shouldโve asked for permission, I know I should have. So please, if thereโs any way for me to pay you back or earnโโ Bada looks up at you for a few seconds, silencing you.
โYou can buy whatever you want,โ Bada says and continues to write on her paper. You stay silent for a second, information turning in your brain.
โUm, yes, but with the card, itโsโโ
โYou can buy whatever you want. Must you make me repeat myself so often?โ Ah, now she is annoyed, and you really should shut up.
Donโt complain, serve, and obey.
You close your mouth, stopping the protest you had on the tip of your tongue.
โNo, I apologize,โ you say, bowing slightly. You sit there, waiting for her to say you can go.
โYou are dismissed,โ Bada says after a second or two more. You turn to walk away, and Badaโs voice stops you, โDid you like what you got for yourself?โ You turn back to her, thinking about how you have more paint than youโve ever had before, how the canvases you got arenโt cheap and easily breakable, how the easel you have is brand new and not wobbly. You want to smile.
โYes,โ you answer with a nod.
Bada looks up at you once again before looking back down.
โGood. You may go.โ
You exit the office then, chest still not filled with relief, but a little less hesitant about the things ahead of you.
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Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media AU
pairings: bada lee x shin nari
prev - masterlist
a/n: it ended.. brb let me go and sob
taglist: { @itstrashjustrash , @starryelling , @tikitsune , @yumtooki , @jesuschrist2006 , @senjuslashes , @sparksinsirius , @asweetcollide , @italiekim , @stella222 , @mikachacha @deadgirlwalking3 , @yunjinified , @itsbokutosjuicyass , @kaaylvst , @manooffline , @aloneinacity , @rubywonu , @pansies-garden , @tswisal1 , @maximoff-jp , @yoonkiscutie, @jaehyunfilms, @2silverchain , @smoooore , @milanlaia , @ssivinee , @cutelittleakira , @minnyyminny , @pupbistro }
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Sa Susunod na Habang Buhay | sequel
โฎ โ ห๏ฝก๐ฆน โ๏ฝกยฐโฉ
/sa/ /su.sunod/ /na/ /ha.bang/ /bu.hay/
only time will tell.
NOTE: sa susunod na habang buhay means in the next lifetime.
โ๏ฝก๏พโ๏ธ๏ฝกโ๏ฝก ๏พโพ ๏พ๏ฝกโ
"how have you been?"
a broken smile breaks into my face, my tears continuously rushing down my wet cheeks.
it's her.
it's you.
"it's me," the twitch of her fingers caught my eye, "please don't cry.. i am so sorry, y/n."
and finally, for the first time in three months, our eyes meet. for the first in three. months, i finally feel.. warm.
wetly, raspy voice fills our ears, "i'm okay, bads."
she takes a sharp intake of breath, and her eyes swirl with something i don't recognize, "you said bads..."
"yeah," i manage to croak out, "sorry, it's just-- you know- i missed you."
she averts her eyes, "i... really missed you too."
we both look out at the sea. letting birds chirp, the sound of the water-- just not talking. we've had this a million times now, the silence. it was comfortable and peaceful in the beginning, but then it transitioned into suffering and torturous one.
"i missed this, too." i break the tranquility, "this quietude you manage to give me."
out of the corner of my eye, i see her playing with her fingers once more. so i stand up, taking her by surprise, her eyes follow my every move as i move in front of her.
"we tried, didn't we, bads?"
she stands up herself, "you did. i didn't. i'm so sorry for that, y/n."
bada raises her hand but she pulls back immediately after, and i see her expression that looks like someone just ripped her heart from her chest.
"what is it?"
"can i.." the hesitation and desperation etched into her voice, "can i hug you?"
without missing a beat, i jump into her arms. her arms circling around me the moment i leaped, tightening to hard that it hurts so good.
"i miss you."
i bury my nose in her neck, inhaling her sweet and homey scent that i have missed for so long and so much that i hurt every time i think about it.
"i miss us."
โฎโหโกโห ๐ฆขใปโโง๐ฆญโงหยฐ
yall, this is short since i wast really planning on making a sequel but i dont want sad endings.
also, what is up on the hate against bada fanfic writers like hello??? where the hell is the respect?
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Hope we make it to the Cloud.
โก bada lee x idol!reader / NSFWโ
SUMMARY:ย Amidst an identity crisis, you try to adequately prepare for your solo comeback. The lyrics have already been perfected, the song recorded and the visuals pinpointed. However, your creative team is not fully convinced by the choreography you came up with. They decide to send over one Bada Lee to help you finetune your jumbled ideas and bring harmony to your vision. You just have one specific request: the routine must include a trampoline.
WORD COUNT:ย 10k
CW:ย eventual smut, bada is 100% a giver and not a receiver in this jsyk (but i promise it makes sense in context), hinted voyeurism.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was meant to be pure smut but it became much longer than i intended ... oops for that . . . lets just roll with it!!1 also the choreo described is heavily inspired by tinashes bouncin.
- you don't care about those 7k words worth of boring build up? skip to this line: <After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: โWhat happened?โ>
โโโโโ เญจเญง โโโโโ
The first thing you notice is how surprisingly gentle her voice is.ย
โIโm Bada, itโs nice to finally meet you.โ
Bada Lee stood tall in front of you, clad in an oversized jersey, cargo pants and a cap hugging her forehead in such a way her eyes were entirely obscured from your view. She promptly bowed after she spoke. Unsure where to look, you dropped your gaze and followed suit; vaguely aware of her seniority and bowing deeper.
โItโs nice to meet you too,โ You tried to keep your own voice as neutral as possible, but agitation bubbled in your chest as you felt your managerโs prodding, eager eyes behind you. โThanks for being here.โ
Your team was much more excited about this collaboration than you were.
None of the aggravation you felt was Badaโs fault. It had been three weeks of your creative team dismissing every choreo draft you came up with: Three weeks of sleepless nights at the dance studio, tiring out yourself and your background dancers. Three weeks of browsing through videos sent in by other choreographers across the country, attempting to mix bits and pieces together but none of it ever feeling right. Three weeks filled with reminders of a deadline looming over your head. Three weeks of your team letting you know they had little confidence in this comeback. Your last attempt at showing them what you had come up with had ended up in a shouting match. Your manager, who you otherwise got along with just fine, bluntly stated that, perhaps, this concept simply wasnโt something you could pull off.
It had left you feeling betrayed. Your creative team had agreed it was time for you to approach a more mature concept, something that you felt was years overdue. But it seemed their definition of mature and yours were wildly different. You had worked hard on perfecting a set of songs to choose from, but you immediately butted heads with the rest of the team. You wanted to do the bouncy and playful R&B track. Your team wanted the EDM track. Eventually they relented, but now seemed hellbent on making it as difficult as possible for your vision to come to fruition. Putting together the visual board for the concept photos and the eventual music video was a similarly arduous process. You had to meet in the middle and sacrifice a lot of your initial ideas, but that procedure was almost pleasant compared to what you were dealing with in regards to the choreography.
Every idea you put forward was promptly shut down. Too complicated. Too boring. No TikTok challenge potential. Too sexy.
And maybe it was true. Your formations werenโt as clean as the ones thought up by a professional choreographer, but you werenโt really given a chance at all. It wasnโt like you were a bad dancer either. Far from it. You picked up choreos incredibly fast and had always played an active part in brainstorming past routines alongside your background dancers. You had more experience than most of your peers, yet you were treated as if you were still the same teenaged trainee from years ago.
โIs that really how you all feel?โ You had whispered after your manager dropped that bombshell, searching for an answer in the facial expressions of your creative team. Most of them were not even willing to meet your eyes.
โWe just need to be realistic.โ Your manager stated matter-of-factly. โThat other song is still an optโโ
โI am not changing the song.โ You cut him off. Momentarily, your manager looked like a fish on dry land, gasping for air. โSorry.โ You added quickly, albeit a bit flustered.
โLook,โ He sighed, โWe can do mature without shocking the nation. Let's keep it mild for now and maybe after two or three more singles, you can go all out.โ
โI havenโt been 18 in years, you know.โ You retorted bitterly. Something inside you understood where he was coming from, but you had been obedient since your debut- how much longer should you wait? You didnโt want to sacrifice any more of your creativity, so many years into your career. You had even seen one of your own concepts go to a labelmate instead, your own team dubbing you too โyouthfulโ to pull it off.ย
โOkay, how about this,โ He began with a frown, โLet us pick one of the choreographersโ drafts for you. You can finetune it with their guidance.โ
Their pick had been Bada. You hadnโt even realized she sent in a draft: at one point you were so overwhelmed you just stopped checking your emails. You also hadnโt bothered to watch it before this meeting. You were genuinely too deep in your feelings about that whole ordeal for that. However, now that she was standing in the studio, tall height towering over you, you couldnโt help but feel a little self conscious.ย
You had seen Bada around.
After all, she had worked with many of your labelmates before. You had also watched a fair amount of her videos. She was one of the best in the business, and whenever you had downtime to practice freely you scrolled through her routines on Youtube to help stay in shape. As you were facing her, even with half her face hidden, you understood why everyone was so stricken with her. When she had walked into the room she oozed with authority, though not in an obnoxious way.
โGreat!โ Your manager clapped his hands, effectively breaking your train of thought. โThank you so much for supporting us, Bada. Shall we jump right in?โ
โSure,โ She nodded eagerly, hands wringing together as her body turned towards you. โI kind of wanted to see what you had in mind for this choreo.โ
That surprised you, and you were certain your facial expression wasnโt hiding it. Your manager held his breath. โOh! Wellโโ You chewed on your lip as you vaguely motioned the corner of the room, trying to find the words. โI wanted to useโฆ I wanted to use a trampoline.โ
Bada immediately turned her head to follow your gestures, her eyes landing on the mini trampoline set up in the studio. โA trampoline?โ In the background, your manager heaved a sigh.
You purposely ignored him and nodded, slowly: โI can show you, if you want.โ You had hoped that sounded more self-assured to her than it did to you.
Bada scratched her chin, still looking off to the trampoline, and then nodded along with you. โIโd love to see it.โย
You felt the tension in your chest ebb away. There was no malice to her tone; she seemed genuinely curious.
Then, Bada turned her head towards your manager, her ponytail falling off her shoulder. โI hope I'm not imposing but, I would like this to be a collaborative effort between the two of us. I think it would take the pressure off if youโฆ?โ She trailed off with a kind smile, one impossible to say no to.
As if he got doused with cold water, your manager stood up with an urgency. โPrivacy! I can give you two some privacy, no problem!โ He fussed around, gathering his things. โJust let me know when we can sit in on the finished product.โ
The both of you bowed to him as you bid your farewells, watching him leave the studio with a wave. Once the door shut behind him, you could feel yourself exhale in relief. You knew that if your manager was going to sit in on every practice, he would go out of his way to shut down all of your ideas. Without him around, you had more opportunity to champion your vision- at least, you hoped so.
You craned your neck, looking up at the ceiling, before letting your eyes fall shut with a sigh, almost forgetting there was another person in the room.
โTheyโve been on your case, huh?โย
Bada's soft but clear voice broke you out of your spell, and you turned your head to search for a glimpse of eye contact. Tough luck, as her hat was still in place casting a shadow down her face. There was, however, a knowing smirk playing across her features.
โYou have no idea.โ You muttered honestly. Bada laughed.
โI donโt want to make you dance a routine you donโt fully stand behind. I did mean it when I said I want this to be a collaborative effort.โ Bada spoke carefully, but sincerely, her fingers once again intertwining. โI always wanted to work with you, so itโs an honor.โ She added.
If you got a penny for every time you were caught off guard today, you could set some humble savings aside for an early retirement.
It is true that youโve been sought after, but it wasnโt something you had ever internalized. Hearing it come from someone who herself was heavily sought after, made your face heat up.
โT- thank you. Itโs an honor to work with you too.โ
She bowed her head humbly, glancing over to the corner of the studio again where the trampoline sat, waiting. โDo you feel comfortable showing me what you have been working on?โ
You nodded and rushed to the corner to set up your speaker, and then dragged the trampoline to the center of the room. You were oddly aware of your own presence, and almost felt the urge to make yourself smaller as you moved around. In the meantime, Bada was getting comfortable: she had dropped her things on a nearby table and left out a bottle of water. To her it must be a regular working day, but to you this felt scarier than getting up on stage.
Once you stood behind the trampoline, facing the wide stretched mirror filling up one side of the room, you stole a glance at the choreographer who was now crouched on the floor. She had pulled out a small camera and was setting it up on the edge of the table, making sure the lens was focused on your position. Long fingers fiddled with the buttons, and her tongue was prodding the hollow of her cheek. The angle allowed you to finally catch a glimpse of her eyes.
As if on cue, she glanced up at you. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror and your heart raced.
She gave you a soft smile and moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, the camera now fully set up. โI usually record everything, so we can watch it back and give feedback.โ
Right, of course.
โYeah, thatโs usually how we operate as well.โ You spoke timidly, and it was true. Yet something about having her attention on you felt more intimate. Usually there was at least one other person from your creative team looking on as well.
Trying to come across casual, you tied your hair up in a high ponytail. โWhat do you think of the song?โ You asked curiously.
It was now Badaโs turn to be caught off guard. Her smile faltered and she broke the eye contact you had been sharing, clasping her hands together as she spoke. โI like it.โ She began. โA lot, actually. Itโs why I wanted to play a part in it. There isnโt anyone doing a song like this nowadays.โ
Even though her body language was confusing, you couldnโt find any dishonesty in her voice. What she said made you feel relieved, some of your insecurity fading to the background. Itโs why I wanted to play a part in it.ย
You sent a smile her way even though you werenโt sure she was even looking at you.ย
Proving you wrong, she smiled back.
โAlright, so,โ You gestured to the trampoline at your feet. โThe idea is, the other dancers and I all do the same routine. I'll be front and center. Four or six other dancers dance behind me, with their own trampoline.โ You gave the trampoline a light shove with your foot, making sure it would stay in place, and then grabbed your phone. โThen you have an idea.โย
You looked over your shoulder at Bada and gave her an inquisitive thumbs up. โReady?โ You asked.
Bada pressed a button on the camera and mimicked your thumbs up with a smile. โReady when you are.โ
You faced the mirror again and shook your shoulders a bit, forcing your body to loosen up. After twisting your neck a few times, you hit play on your phone, quickly placing it under the trampoline as the familiar synths of the song started blaring from the speakers. You tried to feel the confidence you were usually able to conjure up on stage, closing your eyes and swaying your hips, ponytail moving from side to side.ย
As soon as you heard your own voice through the speakers, instrumentals going deeper, you got into position. Your eyes opened up to focus on your own reflection in the mirror as if it was a fan in the crowd watching. Mouthing along to the lyrics, a playful smile on your lips, you hit every move as you had envisioned. Once the chorus came up, you dropped to your knees on the trampoline, grappling the edge as you performed the routine. Pushing back against the springs gave you the velocity to keep your moves fluid, your body twisting and turning, flipping over and hitting the next move. You made sure to move your hips deftly, aware that you had enough curves to allow you to pull it off, and kept your facial expressions in line. It had to look effortless.ย
You felt your ponytail swing along with your movements as if it were an extension of you, and sat up on the trampoline. The chorus came to an end and you used your arm strength to twist yourself around fast enough, gracefully falling back on your chest whilst keeping your toes en pointe in your sneakers. The tips of your fingers were touching the floor as your legs crossed, moving to rest your elbow on the edge of the trampoline and resting your chin atop your palm. You lip synced to the final words of the chorus, gaze alluring as you finished the move, and the music stopped.
You slowly sat up straight on the trampoline, crossing your legs, and slid your hand underneath to hit pause on your phone. You looked towards Bada expectantly, but the question got stuck in your throat. She was staring at you, mouth slightly agape, with an unreadable expression. For a split second you were reminded of your trainee days, when you had just finished a routine and were met by your choreographersโ stern faces; they wouldnโt spare you a single compliment, and instead listed off every mistake you had made.
But then, Bada blinked once and then twice, as if in a daze, and let out a soft โwoahโ. She started applauding you, shaking her head in bafflement. You felt your shoulders drop in relief.
โThat was incredible!โ The choreographer took off her cap, fixing her bangs before putting it back on. โYou came up with this?โ
You nodded slowly, the tips of your ears glowing hot. โI used to be a gymnast.โ
โI can tellโโ Bada spoke bluntly, but then snapped her mouth shut as if she said something wrong. โI mean, that was really good. Every part of your body was in command. Your team didnโt like it?โ
โThey think itโs too much, compared to my usual routines.โ You had the urge to go off on a tangent, but ultimately you didnโt know Bada well enough. Unfortunately, you were naturally quite expressive and the disapproving frown on your face was on clear display.
โToo much? I kind of wanted more, actually.โ She laughed softly, looking down to where her legs were crossed. You felt your heart skip a beat and bowed your head in lieu of a thanks.ย
Subsequently, the bright green light of the camera caught your attention. It was still recording.ย
โHey, I think the camera is still on.โ You spoke before you realized, and hoped it didnโt sound accusatory.
โHuh? Oh!โ Her expression was almost akin to a child being caught with a hand in a cookie jar, the way she swiped at the camera to turn it off. โSorry. Good call.โ She mumbled shyly, tucking it behind her.ย
You werenโt sure what to say next, still flustered at her lofty praises, but luckily Bada broke the momentary silence.
โI had an ideaโฆโ She began, her hand rubbing at her chin pensively. โI donโt know if youโve had the chance to watch my draft yet?โ
You shook your head abashedly. โNo, sorry, I honestly didnโt get to it.โ
โItโs fine.โ Bada waved her hands dismissively. โMaybe instead of doing the trampoline routine in every chorus, we could only do it in the middle? Exactly as it is. I wouldnโt change anything. And then for the other two choruses, we could keep some key moves but keep it on the floor.โ
You mulled it over for a second, glancing up at the ceiling contemplatively. Using the trampoline the whole way through was not an option, according to your team. They had felt you were toeing the line with โraunchyโ much too closely. Perhaps you could find middle ground this way, while still keeping the part of the routine you felt most proud of.ย
โOkay.โ You agreed, nodding slowly. โWe would need something special for the final chorus, then.โ
โI had another idea for that, if youโre fine with it. Would you like to watch my draft with me?โ
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Her draft was good. Really good, actually.ย
Bada and you were sitting on the floor next to each other, the taller girl holding her phone out in front of you as the draft played on the screen. You were sitting quite closely together, but not close enough to be touching, a conscious decision on your part. You were a bit too aware of her presence, something about her was heightening your senses in a variety of ways. It wasnโt even as if she was stern or unkind, she just had an aura that intimidated you. At least, thatโs what you were telling yourself.
A blonde girl you didnโt recognize was dancing your parts. Six other dancers, one of them being Bada, were in formation behind her performing the choreography perfectly in sync as your song played in the background. While you should really be paying attention to the girl in the center, your eyes couldnโt leave Badaโs figure. In the video she was dressed in loose-fitting cargo pants, just like today, and a crop top. Once again she wore a cap covering half her face, and even a face mask, but her hair hung loose over her shoulders.ย
You were always impressed by the small movements she was able to squeeze in, emphasizing certain parts in ways the other dancers werenโt able to. However, it was the final chorus that had your hands turn clammy.
The final chorus was a duet formation. Bada, with a quiet confidence in her step, and the blonde girl moved towards each other in the center of the room. They were effectively dancing for each other, the blonde girl whipping her head back as Bada stared her down, swaying their hips together rhythmically. Their steps were coordinated in such a way they almost mirrored, Bada rolling her body one way and the blonde girl moving the other; but it still felt cohesive. It was an intimate choreo. There were a few split moments of hips grinding against crotches, but it never lasted long enough to be straight up inappropriate. Still, you couldnโt help but realize you would have to practice this routine with Bada as well, and you felt yourself getting hot under the collar.
The choreo ended with the blonde girl giving Bada a playful shove, and the taller girl backed away slowly, a saunter in her step, before moving off the screen along with the other background dancers. The video ended and Bada dropped her phone in her lap, not looking at you.
โThat was good.โ You were relieved your voice came out evenly, and Bada started nodding in her trademark way, hands clasped together. โThe formations were really clean andโ I loved the final chorus.โ You blurted.
She smirked, head raising and meeting your eyes for the second time today. You were starting to feel eager, greedily watching.ย
โIโm glad to hear. We definitely need to finetune the first chorus, line it up with your routine and all that. I really donโt want to lose your input.โ
โThat sounds great, thank you.โ You felt a surge of gratitude in your chest, and shot her a wide smile. โIโm looking forward to working on this together.โ
Bada dropped her gaze again, worrying her lower lip. You felt miffed at the brusque interruption of your shared eye contact but didn't show it.ย
โI suggest we start with practices tomorrow, we will edit the first chorus as we go,โ She whipped out her phone, looking at her calendar. โWe should practice the duet together until youโve got a handle on it, and then I can bring over some of my guys to prep for the actual performances. I know someone for my part. Heโs worked with some of your labelmates before, Iโm confident heโs right for the job.โย
You couldnโt tell if you were anxious at the prospect of practicing such a choreo with Bada, or if you were disappointed that the eventual product wouldnโt be performed with her. It made sense, though. If your label was already worried your concept was too mature for the country, having two women perform such a choreography wouldnโt be received well at all.ย
โGreat. Same time tomorrow, just the two of us again?โย
โSame time tomorrow,โ The third time she was willing to meet your eyes, and once again with a small smile playing across her features. โJust the two of us.โ
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Working with Bada the past few days has been surprisingly easy.ย
On the first day, she brought some iced coffee for the both of you and presented it with an exaggeratedly deep bow, holding out the plastic takeout bag in front of her as if she was a lackey presenting you a treasure. You giggled, muttering an incredulous โthank youโ as you took the bag from her hands. Through sips of coffee, the both of you fast forwarded through the recordings trying to piece the choreography together. You were able to bounce ideas off of her in a way you never felt comfortable enough doing with other choreographers. Bada was attentive, patient and, above all, eager.ย
On the second day, you wanted to repay your debt and entered the studio with a box of doughnuts. She let out a surprisingly girlish squeak when you laid the box on the table, and barreled over to grab one. That day she was wearing a beanie instead of a cap, something you inadvertently preferred as you could now lock eyes and take in her features. Sometimes you had the impression she was hellbent on looking anywhere except into your eyes, but you didnโt want to mull it over for too long; some people just had a different way of interacting. Everything else about her still left you with a warm feeling.
Sometimes you both took turns performing for each other. She would pull her beanie further down her head as she took the center of the studio, and each time something inside you would brace itself. You could only watch in awe: her movements were sharp and magnetic, her entire body language changing in the blink of an eye. While your attention should be on her footwork, you were instead hypnotized by the sway of her hips, greedily drinking her in. You chalked it up to her being such a captivating dancer.
However, little could explain how much you relished in her undivided attention. When it was your turn to copy the moves, you made sure to give it your all and put on a show. Without a hat obscuring her eyes, you could tell where her eyes were looking and it wasnโt always on your reflection in the mirror. You swore you could feel her gaze burning in your lower back, but you didnโt mind. It encouraged you to hit your moves a bit harder than you usually would.
โYouโre a fast learner,โ Bada said at the end of the day, drinking from her water bottle as you watched her throat bob. โKeep it up and you wonโt need me anymore.โ
You didnโt like the sound of that.
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By the fifth day, the both of you had started working through the details of the duet.ย
The familiar song sounded through the speakers, the room filled with the sound of your singing voice and the squeaking of your sneakers on the floor.ย
You were painfully aware of the way Bada closely danced behind you but you kept your eyes down, forcing yourself to keep track of your footwork. You bent over slightly at the start of the next line, your hips popping out and letting your hair whip to the side as you hummed along to the lyrics. In tandem, Bada moved her hips the opposite direction but gyrated closer to you, her hand coming up to tug her cap lower. You spared the mirror a glance for a split second, realizing Bada was much closer to you than you had realized, but you pushed the thought away.
You looked good together.
โPause real quick.โ She spoke suddenly, stepping away from you and bending over to stop the song. You immediately halted your movements at the command, trying to control the heaving of your chest and willing away the warmth of your cheeks.ย
She stood up again, meeting your eyes in the mirror before steadying herself behind you, body close to yours.
โYouโre doing great, but,โ A tentative hand slid to your hip, fingers curling over in a loose grip as she subtly urged it to move to one side. Both your eyes remained locked through the mirror. โI think we should move together in this part. Like this.โ She repeated the motion, her grasp on your hip tightening ever so slightly before pulling you flush against her pelvis. Her hips rocked along with yours, and you could only follow.ย
She hummed close to your ear, and you felt her breathe along the side of your face. โJust like that.โ Her voice was quiet, gentle even, though her stare was everything but that. It was intense.ย
In an attempt to sound casual you replied with an โokayโ, but it came out softer than you had hoped for.ย
Her eyes dropped from the mirror, opting to look down at you directly, but you couldnโt find the confidence to return the favor. โYou should do that thing again," she continued quietly, "Where you throw your hair back, but look at me when you do it.โ
You repeated your steps, but this time both her hands came down to hold your hips in place. You turned your head as requested, your hair falling over your shoulder as your eyes finally met. Her gaze was intense but undecipherable; she hadnโt been looking at the mirror at all this time.
Bada was so close, unblinking and heady. The thought entered your mind before you fully realized: if you craned your neck you could kiss her. In a careful motion, you felt her hands slide up and down slowly, smoothing along the curve of your hips.
โPerfect.โ She said, and it sounded so intimate you felt lightheaded. Usually she voiced her approval with an animated smile and a thumbs up, but she spoke to you as if she was scared you would set off running. โYou got it. You want to try that again with music?โ
You nodded slowly and her hands dropped from your hips, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. As she bent down to turn the song back on, you brought the back of your hand up to your cheek; checking if it was as warm as you felt. Then you ran your fingers through your ponytail, tightening the hair tie with a sharp tug in an attempt to snap yourself out of whatever daze you had fallen into.
It meant nothing. She had merely workshopped a move and there was no need to feel so nervous.
The final chorus of the song began thumping again and the both of you got into your starting positions. Badaโs presence was palpable behind you, but you tried to force your head back into performance-mode. You kept your moves sharp, lip synced as if the voice came directly from your own throat and smiled playfully at all the right lines.ย
As the instrumentals of the final chorus got louder, you twirled a finger around your ponytail, playing with the imaginary crowd in front of you. Bada pressed up against your back. Your hips moving in tandem just as the choreo required and you could no longer repress the urge to grind back against her. You saw Bada smirk in the mirror, her eyes obscured by her cap, but you could tell she was enjoying your blunt display of confidence. That made you laugh for real, putting an extra โoomphโ into the roll of your hips, dropping even lower, and feeling Bada take what you gave her with a great amount of enthusiasm. You heard the choreographer let out a "woo!" and you giggled.
At the very end of the choreo, you were meant to face Bada and push her away; making room for a final solo moment. So you turned around, meeting that familiar mischievous grin and your hand came up to curl into her collar. Bada sucked in her lower lip, greedily towering over you and looking down expectantly.ย
But something about the giddy atmosphere had you feeling bold, so you tugged her even closer instead. Her mouth fell open, but she followed you down nonetheless, eyes becoming half-lidded. You were mere inches removed from each other, and her breath fanned across your face. For a split second her gaze lingered on your lips, and you held your breath, heart fluttering in an unfamiliar feeling. A fleeting thought told you to bridge the gap, pull her impossibly closer by the grip you had on her collar, but your body acted before your brain could.ย
You reached for her cap and tugged it off her head, putting it on yourself in one swift movement and then shoved her away as you were supposed to do; effectively breaking the spell. You turned on your heel to look back at your reflection in the mirror, consciously blocking Bada from your periphery and closed out the song. The music stopped.
Now that the studio was quiet you could hear the both of you catching your breaths, and rather than facing Bada while your face was still heating up, you flopped onto the floor, limbs spread out. You moved Badaโs cap atop your face, blocking out the bright lights of the practice room, feeling exceptionally winded.ย
You felt Bada sit down next to you and she promptly pulled her hat off your face.
โOw,โ You uttered lamely, arms coming up to cover your face instead. Surely the shame you felt was on wide display and you had to save the little bit of the reputation you had left. You could already hear her voice, albeit uncharacteristically, echo in your head: โWhat was that?โ โWhy didnโt you just stick to what I told you?โ โThat was highly unprofessional.โ Your stomach churned.
But instead she said: โThat was incredible.โ
โHuh.โ You exclaimed unintelligently. You tentatively moved your arms from your face and were met with Bada staring you down, her hat back in place. It would probably be too weird if you went back into hiding, so you dropped your arms uselessly.ย
โThat was incredible,โ she repeated, a fond smile on her lips. โYou are incredible. Iโm telling you, weโve got a hit on our hands.โ She extended her arms excitedly, as if she had to convey the sheer magnitude of potential you both had crafted.
โYou really think so?โ You sounded breathless, the warmth in your chest blossoming.ย
โI know so. Seriously? If your team doesnโt like this, theyโre idiots.โ Her bluntness kicked a laugh out of you, and you playfully whacked her knee. โNo, I mean it!โ
โIt wasnโt too much?โ Slowly you sat up, tugging at the front of your shirt clinging uncomfortably to your body from the sweat.
Bada tilted her head, blinking at you sympathetically as she weighed your words carefully.ย
โIโve already told you,โ her voice was quiet, as if she was worried someone else might overhear, โI canโt get enough of you. The same goes for the public, by the way.โย
That made you want to kick your feet like a teenager, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you fought the impulse to fall into her arms. Instead, you dropped your head with a timid smile hoping that did enough to show your gratitude.ย
Bada placed a hand on your shoulder with a touch so soft she might as well be reassembling a broken vase, urging you to look at her. โLet's take a break, order some bubble tea and then watch the recordings. Sound good?โย
You leaned into the touch with exhilaration. โYeah. My treat, though.โ
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The tenth day coincided with a photoshoot in the morning. You had gotten up at 4am to get to the location early enough so that there was enough room for your stylists to get to work.ย
The first thing you noticed was the visual board you had worked on tirelessly a few weeks prior.
It had changed.
Some of the images jumbled around or left out entirely, replaced by ones you did not recognize or even liked to begin with. Even the color scheme had changed. Before you could ask your manager about it, however, your hair stylist beckoned you to follow her into the booth. Still groggy, with just a protein shake in your belly to keep you at bay, you followed without objection.
But then, after you emerged fully made up with your hair in intricate braids and ribbons, you saw the backdrop you were going to work with and the outfits you would be wearing: they looked nothing like what you had agreed on.ย
Once sown into the baby pink corset, you looked at your reflection in the mirror with a glassy expression, too exhausted to even express the anger that was simmering in your chest.ย
โWhat happened to the costume I commissioned?โ You asked your manager in a flat voice, fully realizing you wouldnโt like whatever the answer would be.
โOh,โ But he didnโt sound surprised at all, โWe didnโt really like how it turned out, so we decided to go with something else. Pink looks good on you, you know.โ He added hurriedly.ย
You blinked, clenching and unclenching your jaw. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene in front of all the staff. Firstly, it wasnโt their fault; secondly, word got around quickly and the last thing you needed was a trending blind item about diva behavior. With great difficulty you swallowed the venom down your throat and walked over to the camera crew without sparing your manager a single glance. Bowing to everyone separately, you turned on the autopilot. You just needed to get through the day. You posed for the flashing of the cameras, turning your brain off.
โThatโs a wrap! Great work, all.โ The photographerโs voice snapped you out of your daze, and you slowly stumbled away from the backdrop, blinking back tears.
โGreat job everyone, thank you for your hard work.โ You hoped your voice sounded even and hurried away to get changed.
Once alone in your dressing room, you bent over the sink with your hands in your hair. You didnโt understand. They had seen the choreography Bada and you had worked on, and approved. They had been enthusiastic even, and it felt like your team and you had finally buried the hatchet. Now you understood why they were so pliant in their acceptance of the final choreo; they had found something else to exert their control over. You didnโt want to cry, so you grit your teeth and untied your hair, fingers smoothing out where the braids had been.
Bada.
In the bustle of the early morning you had almost forgotten you were meant to start your first practice with the entire dance crew today, with Bada as the lead choreographer ensuring everything played out exactly according to your collaborative vision. It had been almost two days since you had last seen her, yesterday being a day off for the both of you, and for some reason it felt like a lifetime.
You wanted to see her, but you werenโt sure if you could dance today.
You arrived at the studio about an hour later, right on time, with most of your makeup cleared from your face and dressed in joggers and a crop top. This time you were sporting a cap as well, hoping the dancers wouldnโt notice the fatigue etched on your face on your first day with them.ย
Everyone was already there. Some dancers stretching, others practicing and a few watching the recordings while in deep discussion with Bada. Her flannel shirt was bunched up at her elbows as she made grand gestures with her hands, explaining something to the dancers in front of her. As the sound of the door opening and closing filled the room, the tall girl perked up mid-sentence, shooting you a wide smile.ย
โHey! I got you some coffee.โ She spoke brightly, walking over to you in big strides as her loose braid fell off her shoulder. You had just finished bowing to everyone when you turned to Bada, feeling your chest swell at the sight of her. โHow was the shoot?โ
She mustโve noticed something. Perhaps it was the sag of your shoulder, the way you bit your lower lip or the exhaustion in your eyes; but her smile faltered slightly when she got a closer look.ย
โIt went alright.โ You spoke neutrally, unable to meet her eyes but adding a nod to come across as reassuring as possible. โThank you for the coffee.โ
Bada stood a bit helplessly but seemed to understand that prying any further would be futile. โOf course, it was my turn, after all.โ She smiled carefully. โYou wanna get started?โ
โLetโs do that.โ You agreed, hoping that dancing would get your mind off of things.ย
Bada gathered everyone together and gave a small speech, making a conscious effort to do all the talking so you could comfortably hide the swelling insecurity you felt deep in your chest. You nodded at the right times, smiled at the dancers (some of them peeking at you in awe) and tried to come across relaxed.ย
Once Bada finished talking, she called for everyone to get in position as she strode to the far end of the room, where she had the most optimal view. You moved to the front, right next to your trampoline, facing the mirror and vaguely took note of a tall guy with a buzzcut who now stood in the spot Bada did when you had been practicing with her. Something about her not being part of the dance anymore, even though you perfectly knew this was going to be the plan all along, made you feel even less secure.
You shook your limbs loose, trying to empty your head for the sake of the dancers who were all blind to your inner turmoil and instead incredibly excited to be here. You did not want to waste their time. Once again, you forced yourself into auto pilot.ย
The song started playing, bubbling synths building up to your first lines, and you danced. You danced as you had practiced with Bada, but werenโt able to envision the crowd in front of you. Instead you relied on muscle memory, which worked out well enough. Even when the tall guy was behind you for the duet, hips grazing yours, you didnโt feel very aware of your surroundings at all. Sometimes you all had to stop midway when Bada noticed that someone was offbeat or out of position, but you slid back into the moves easily. The team was strong, too. You danced the choreo once, twice, thrice and a fourth time. When you grabbed the guyโs collar, you pushed him back immediately, unlike what you had practiced with Bada, and finished your move.
Bada clapped her hands together with a cheer.
โThat was solid, everyone!โ She strode over, giving everyone a thumbs up. โSome things we have to smooth over, but we are way ahead on schedule. Letโs take five. Iโ Are you okay?โ
You barely realized your own actions until you felt the warm tears run down your cheeks. You had sat down on the trampoline in such an unceremonious way, body shaking from exertion as you tried to hold back hiccups. Panic began crawling up your body and into your throat. Suddenly aware of the dancers seeing you in such a state, you took your cap off and held it in front of your face.
โActually, since we are ahead on schedule, letโs make this a short day.โ Badaโs authoritative voice declared to the entire room. The dancers nodded along nervously, glancing at your hunched figure with palpable worry. โGreat work everyone, make sure to get home safe. Same time tomorrow.โย
You croaked out a soft โThank you, everyoneโ through your fingers, but your voice was barely audible. You couldnโt face them.
Footsteps rushed around the room, the dancers gathering their backpacks off the floor. You barely registered the hushed voices slowly echoing further and further away from you, until the door shut with finality; a lock sounding in place and silence reigning over the space.
Badaโs hands came to rest on your shoulders as you felt the trampoline sink with her added weight. Then she pulled you into her arms with a tenderness you had never experienced from anyone before. Your arms tightened around her frame in instinct, dropping your cap onto the floor, and your heart constricting painfully as you hid your face in her chest.ย
She didnโt speak as you hiccupped soundlessly, letting the exhaustion pour out of you with quivering shoulders. Badaโs hands traced comforting lines along your back, her cheek pressed against the top of your head as she waited for the trembling of your body to subdue. In turn, you tried to focus on the steady rise and fall of her chest, her breathing lulling you.ย
After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: โWhat happened?โย
You glanced up at her, tears still running down your cheeks as you choked back a particularly pathetic sob. โIโm sorryโฆโย
Bada let out an affronted gasp, bringing her hands up to cradle your face instead and letting her thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. โPlease donโt apologize. Tell me what happened.โ
โMy team,โ You began with a slurred speech, โThey still donโt believe in me. They donโt think I can pull this off.โย
Your voice sounded heartbroken: โThey make sure to remind me every chance they get. My manager is certain I am going to embarrass the nation, because there is only one thing I can do and itโs not this. I canโt be sexy. I donโt have good ideas. And maybe theyโre right! I donโt have the charisma to pull this off. My fans are going to hate it, because itโs not the person they wanted to supportโโ There was nothing you could do except keep going, like a faucet running, and Bada let you, โโI canโt even wear what I want. My visual board was cybercore inspired. I had a red PVC two piece outfit custom-made, but they put me in a pink dress and ballet shoes.โ You added, horrified; not at the clothes, but at the clear disconnect between your team and you.
Bada, who was nodding along to your words with a serious expression up until that point, chuckled at your words, thumbs still catching tears. โWell I always thought you looked like a pretty princess, but thatโs indeed a bit on the nose.โ
The follow-up to your rant died in your throat, eyes widening at her words. Your brain was short circuiting. โYou think Iโm pretty?โ
The taller girl scoffed at that, brows furrowing. โI canโt believe you just asked me that.โ
โWhy?โ You asked, genuinely.
For a moment she gawked at you, deep in thought and searching your face for insincerity. Bada was unable to find it.ย
โItโs not the only thing I think of you.โ
Something about the atmosphere in the room changed when she spoke, and you almost forgot why you were upset in the first place. She carefully tucked your hair behind your ears, her eyes staring into yours unblinkingly. It reminded you of the way she had looked at you during practice days prior, when you had pulled her close by her collar for the first time. Her attention on you was suffocating, but you were glad to be drowning.
You sucked in your lower lip for a split second, releasing it, and waited with bated breath for her to continue. Her eyes dropped immediately, following your movements. She slid one hand down to the crook of your neck, slowly, the tips of her fingers tracing along your skin and leaving shivers in their wake; her other hand curled under your chin with a loose grip, tilting your head back slightly. Your head felt so heavy you could only lean in closer, wanting more of something you couldnโt even put in words.
But as always with Bada, she seemed to know what you wanted before you could open your mouth and ask for it. She closed the distance, brushing her lips against yours in a soft peck, and it was when you realized she was also holding her breath.
Her thumb trailed along your jawline, breath fanning over your lips. โIs this okay?โ She asked quietly. You placed your hands on her thighs to brace yourself, your own lightheadedness overwhelming you, and nodded.
There was a shadow of a smirk on her lips when she kissed you a second time; lips connected with more force this time before gliding together in tandem. She tilted your head to get impossibly closer to you, her hand moving from your chin to tangle her fingers into your hair and cradling the back of your head. When her lips parted and closed around your bottom lip, nipping eagerly, you inadvertently let out a soft noise at the warmth of it all which only seemed to spur her on further.ย
You curled your hands into the front of her shirt as her back straightened, crowding around you as if her goal was to subdue, the trampoline creaking underneath your shared weight. She seemed to relish in overpowering you, inhaling sharply through her nose when you parted your mouth for her further.
You felt the tentative prod of her tongue, and accepted. The wetness made you shiver as she swallowed your quiet gasps. The hand that was previously nestled against your neck slid lower, began exploring along the curve of your waist and feeling the bare skin your crop top couldnโt reach to hide.
She parted the kiss, and you let out a soft whine. Biting her lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but ultimately failing, her eyes were drinking you in. You could only imagine what you looked like as even Bada was flushed all over, chest heaving from excitement. Then, as if she was reading your mind, her eyes glanced over to the mirror in front of you.ย
Bada shifted her position behind you, running her fingers through your hair before ultimately placing her palm against the other side of your waist. Steadily, as if she were correcting a move during practice, she turned your body to face the mirror. At this rate you simply accepted the effect she had on you, and wordlessly obeyed her ministrations. She planted her feet on the floor, long legs on either side of you; and ultimately caged you in, nestling her chin into the crook of your neck. Her eyes never left the mirror.
She brushed some of your hair over your shoulder as if she were propping up a doll, and spoke in a hushed voice: โLook at yourself.โย
The sight made you feel all the more dizzy. Through half-lidded eyes you barely recognized your own reflection; hair slightly mussed and lips swollen and lovebitten. Someone did that to you. Bada did that to you.ย
The taller girl, pressed up against you, placed a kiss on your shoulder, fingers running up and down your body and making the hairs on your arms stand straight in exhilaration. You loved the way she touched you, how it made you feel; as if she was tracing the lines on an art piece. โYouโre beautiful,โ she whispered against your shoulder, โpeople would kill to see you like this.โย
The honesty in her voice made something in your stomach roll. โBadaโฆโ You began, but you didnโt even know what you wanted to say.
โYou have no idea how other people look at you.โ Her hands cradled the small of your waist, fingertips digging into your hips. โSo let me show you how they look at you.โ
She began kissing up your shoulder, soft and warm presses of her lips, before parting her mouth against your neck with a tangible hunger that left you sighing. You tilted your head to the side to give her more room and every inch you freed, she swarmed eagerly. Her tongue swirled against a patch of skin, hand flattening on your lower stomach as the other traced higher and higher, along your ribcage, before inquisitive fingertips moved under the hem of your top. As she sucked a mark onto your skin, you clenched your thighs together at the familiar sensation between your legs. Your eyes slowly fell shut as she crept up higher, lips pressing right below your earlobe with a barely-there hum.
She whispered: โKeep looking at yourself.โ
You obeyed bashfully, right when Bada reattached her lips to your skin. She had been tracing lines along the hem of your sports bra, enthralled with the way you shivered in her grasp, before slipping a hand under; her hand was warm as she kneaded your breast, but your nipples stiffened at the sensation all the same. You pushed out your chest to convey your delectation, and she rewarded you by sinking her teeth into your skin. Suddenly, with a swift movement, both her hands hoisted up the hem of your top and bra, and pulled it upwards, your breasts releasing from its confines. The cold air made them perk up and Badaโs hands cupped the underside.
She detached her lips from your skin with a wet sound before looking up at the mirror, taking you in with her saliva-slicked mouth agape.ย
โSo pretty,โ Bada muttered, bringing your breasts a little higher, โAre you sensitive here?โ She wondered loudly before tracing her thumbs right below your nipples. Once again your legs squeezed together, feeling yourself throb from excitement, and Bada picked up on the hint with a wide smile. โYou are.โ
In your reflection you saw Bada bring her fingers up to your mouth, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip imploringly, and you opened your mouth. She slipped her digit past, pushing it back against your tongue and you sucked obediently. Her eyes were drilling into yours through your reflection, enthralled by how pliant you were under her care.ย
You released the digit with a wet โpopโ and Bada promptly brought it to your nipple, rubbing it in circular motions as her other hand continued to knead your other breast. A quiet moan escaped you, chest rising into her touch and Bada giggled, pressing another kiss on your shoulder. Your own hands ached to touch her, but she kept you firmly locked between her legs; instead you squeezed her upper thighs, feeling her shapes through the baggy cargo she was sporting.ย
โGive me a kiss.โ She commanded, and you immediately twisted your neck to capture her lips.ย
It was all teeth, wet noises echoing through the room as your tongue swirled against hers; the taller girl groaning into your mouth at the sheer force you exerted. She gave your nipples a pinch before rubbing her fingers over them repeatedly, and she swallowed your breathless moans greedily. You dug your nails into her thighs as she cupped your breasts again, her tongue slipping out of your mouth to trail along your bottom lip instead. Your head was chanting her name, getting drunk on the near delirious attention she gave you. Tilting your head back even further, you connected your lips again even though the angle was uncomfortable. You were starting to feel desperate, hips lightly rocking back against the firmness of her body as Bada sucked down on your tongue.
One of her hands released your breast and trailed down the expanse of your stomach, once again breaking the kiss and instead opt to look at you in the mirror. Her fingers found the knot of your joggers as your eyes met in the reflection, and she pulled on the string; untying it.ย
โOkay?โ Bada inquired meaningfully, and you nodded much faster than you intended. โLet me hear you say it.โ The tone of her voice, which was otherwise so gentle and quiet, made your full body shiver.
โI want it.โ You spoke breathlessly, squirming impatiently between her legs as her fingers finally slipped down your pants.
She trailed along the sweatband of your underpants before cupping your heat over the fabric, fingers pressing against your folds inquisitively. Her eyes never left yours, quietly measuring your reactions. Unwittingly your thighs clamped around her wrist, breath hitching in your throat as she began to caress you with a touch so gentle it didnโt fit the precarious position you both were in.ย
โYouโre so wet.โ Bada spoke coyly, smirking at the way your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. She began rubbing circles over your covered folds, feeling your wetness spread as if on command. Your breathing turned into whining, subconsciously grinding back against her hand.ย
She removed her hand much to your distress, until you realized what she wanted: Bada began tugging the fabric of both your joggers and underpants down as far as she could, before giving your hip a commanding pat. You raised your hips to assist her ministrations, and she pulled the clothing down past your knees before you kicked them off fully.ย
Your thighs were pressed together when you got back in place and suddenly felt self-conscious at how exposed you were despite your own eagerness. Bada wasnโt having it: her eyes were taking in your figure, hands immediately coming down to smooth along your thighs. Then, she squeezed tightly and wrenched your thighs wide apart, making you expose yourself for her. Before you could instinctively close them, her long legs hooked over your ankles, forcefully keeping them in place. All of it only made you throb harder.
โYou donโt want to know how often Iโve been thinking about this these past few days.โ Her hands smoothing along your sides in marvel, cupping your breasts once more. The tip of her nose pressed against the shell of your ear. โHow many times Iโve watched those recordings and imagined you, exactly like this.โ Her fingers fit into your mouth once again, and you sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl along the digits as if you were starving for it. โI think I lost count.โ
Her confession made you moan around her fingers, shivers running down your spine. She scooted back ever so slightly, pulling your hips back with her unoccupied hand until it was the angle she needed, and then dropped it between your legs. Her fingers spread your folds and she sucked in a breath, completely mesmerized by your reflection. You were still swallowing around her fingers and she hummed encouragingly, hand cupping your vagina and spreading your wetness across your heat.ย
She removed her fingers from your mouth and you caught your breath, fingers digging into her upper thighs as you braced yourself. As one hand kept your folds spread, the other, spit-slicked, began rubbing slow circles against you. You gasped at the sensation, mumbling her name in amazement. You raised your hand to the back of her head; grabbing a hold of her braid to simply have a hold of something, but it earned you a particularly sweet noise from the girl behind you. Your hips rocked back against her movements trying to find more friction in the right place, and Bada slowly sped up, moving her wrist up and down to try and find the spot that did it for you. Her lips pressed against the back of your neck so tenderly, and something about the dichotomy between that and the way she was touching you between your legs made your eyes roll back; lids closing as you thrusted back against her hand.
You didnโt understand how she was able to build up to that familiar knot in your stomach so soon, and it almost made you feel embarrassed, until you realized Bada was savoring every second of it. Her eyes never left your form, as if she were studying just another choreography, lips parted in an awestruck way. You had long foregone the urge to keep quiet, vocalizing exactly what she was doing to you: You let a particularly loud moan leave you when she rubbed along your most sensitive spot. Trying to pull more sounds from you, she pressed against your clit with more force and rubbed faster. Your hips could only chase her touch as your lower stomach constricted.ย
Bada brought her hand up to her own lips and lapped at her fingers, effectively pausing her motions for a split second and thus drawing a broken whine from you; both because her hand wasnโt where you needed it to be and also because she had no qualms about having you in her mouth. It didnโt last long: she hushed you soothingly as she put her hand back where you felt it belonged and used the added wetness to add faster friction against your clit. Your head rolled back and you tugged at her braid, pulling an attractive groan from the girl behind you.
You werenโt far away anymore. Your lower stomach was unbearably tight with desire and you were a gyrating, frantic mess against her hand while her fingers rubbed against you in vertical swipes, her name falling from your lips repeatedly as if you were reciting a prayer.ย
You managed to utter an โIโm closeโ, and Bada crowded against you before you could start begging her for release. โCome for me.โ She demanded, and then immediately captured your mouth in a desperate kiss, teeth clashing together while she drank your sweet moans.ย
As if on cue, the tension in your stomach imploded and you gave her braid a sharp pull. You gasped into her mouth, no longer kissing each other but rather breathing each other's air, as your orgasm rippled through you.
You felt your whole body quiver and shake in pleasure as Bada led you through your release, thighs trembling despite the hold the choreographerโs legs had on you. Her fingers hadnโt left your core, but the rubbing slowed down until you were gasping at the overstimulation, yet unwilling to make her hands leave you. As if she read your mind her movements came to a halt, but she pressed her palm against you; almost possessively. She planted kisses along the side of your throat, whispering praises against your skin as you caught your breath.
Once you had the rise and fall of your chest under control, her arms curled around your waist in a fond embrace, and you turned your head to look directly at her. She had already been staring at you, meeting your eyes with a bashful smile. The two of you laughed at each other, and Bada pressed your foreheads together.
โThat,โ You mumbled, eyes falling shut as you relished in her open affection: โWas amazing, thank you.โ
โWas happy to do it.โ She responded playfully, rubbing the tip of your noses together affectionately.ย
โWill this happen every time I get self-deprecating?โ
โI definitely intend to do this more often, but you could also just ask nicely.โ Bada retorted with a smirk before pecking your lips. You giggled, putting your hands over hers and leaning back into the embrace.
After several more shared kisses and hushed whispers, both of you decided to get a move on: you were starting to get cold in your exposed state so Bada urged you to get up. She helped you step back in your clothes, a smug self-satisfied grin never leaving her face when she noticed the unsteady wobble in your legs.ย
When you pulled your bra and top back over your breasts, Bada pouted. You gave her a playful shove but she caught your arms instead, bringing them around her neck as her own enveloped your waist.
โWanna grab dinner?โ Her eyes were round and hopeful.
โI would love that.โ You replied, and gave her a kiss.
As the both of you tidied up the practice room and gathered your things, Bada listing off food suggestions in the background, your eyes slid to the table at the front of the room.
A familiar device remained perched on the edge, a small green light lighting up proudly.
โHey, Bada.โ
โHm?โ
โCameraโs still recording.โ
She stumbled over looking mortified, snatching the device off the table and rewinding haphazardly.ย
โOh, fuck.โ
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โโ.เณเฟ Garden Kisses
bff to gf!bada lee
cw: friends to lovers. a bit of angst in the beginning. cunnilingus. jealous bada. bada is bad at communicating feelings. some texts thrown in there. possessive bada. pussy drunk bada.
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"how do i look?โ
โfine.โ
โjust fine?โ
โwhat do you want me to say?โ
you turn from facing the mirror to look at your best friend. bada was laid out on your mattress, hands behind her head while she observed you.
โi want you to be enthusiastic- i havenโt been out with a girl in so long. i need to look good enough to eat. and i mean that. i want her to-โ
โokay. thats enough- you look great.โ
bada grabs her phone from your nightstand and starts scrolling.
you stare at her in hopes sheโll meet your eyes but she never does. you walk up to the bed and grab her ankes. bada whips her head up in surprise.
โwhat the fuck are you doing?โ
you roll your eyes, โyouโre in a pissy mood. why?โ
she just stares at you wordlessly. you frown at her actions, letting go of her ankles.
bada mumbles something under her breath as you walk out the door.
you glare at her, โwhat was that?โ
she glares back, โi said i hope you have fun.โ
your eyes water a bit. this wasnโt normal behavior coming from her. she used to be so supportive when you went out with people, making sure you were safe, texting you during your dates to see if you were havinga good time. lately sheโd been soโฆ passive. and you just couldnโt figure out why.
you slam the door shut behind you.
bada sort of feels bad, really. she just couldnโt help but be pissed off that you didnโt recognize what was right in front of you. she wanted you. desperately. and a part of her hoped your date didnโt go well.
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you open the door to your shared apartment, locking it behind you. you throw your purse on the couch and make way to the kitchen. you yell out for your roommate but get no response other than a quick, โhmm?โ. you go ahead and start ranting about your date.
โshe was so, so fine bada. really. but when i asked her if she wanted to get out of there, she looked at me like i was fucking crazy. like she wasnโt rubbing her hand up and down my thigh. those are horny actions, no innocence about it. so then i asked her whatโs wrong and she has the nerve to tell me that i was being too forward. can you believe that? maybe i need to come across less brave. what do you think?โ
you turn around and bada is standing in the entryway of the kitchen, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. you didnโt hear her come down the stairs at all so you jump a little at the sight of her,
โwhat the fuck- are we sneaking up on people now?โ
she says nothing, opting to just roll her eyes. you continue,
โi donโt know. iโve just been on so many failed dates. i want to joke around and say iโm too funny for these bitches to handle but gods honest truthโฆโ you trail off as bada starts to walk toward you. your heart starts beating faster than it previously was, but you continue anyway,
โgods honest truth, iโm starting to think itโs me,โ you look down the floor, picking at your hands, โand i dont know what to do about that. i just feel like nobody wants me. i dont know what i could possibly do differently. i thinkโฆโ your words trail off. under your hands you could see badaโs shoes nearly touching your own. you could feel the heat radiating off of her body. when did she get this close?
โi think i-โ badaโs hand goes under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her own. she looked down at you, her eyes hooded. she leans down until her nose is touching yours,
โstop thinking.โ
your brain malfunctions and you start spitting out words-
โwell- i mean- i just think that-โ
bada grins at you, her other hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear.
โm-maybeโฆโ your eyes meet hers, โmaybe i should stop thinking. or talking. one of the two. or maybe both-โ
bada interrupts you by pressing her lips against yours. at first, you donโt reciprocate and bada panics, but then your lips begin to move along with her own. you wrap your hand around the nape of her neck and pull. bada takes this as her green light. she walks you two back into the counter. once she feels you bump against it, both hands grip your waist and she sits you on the counter.
she pulls away from you, hands rubbing up and down your sides. she leaves teasing kissed in between her words,
โbeen wanting to do this for so long.โ
her lips meet yours again, sloppier than the last. her hands glide down your waist and stop at the curve of your ass, pulling your hips towards hers. you let out an involuntary moan, bada whines into your mouth shortly after,
โiโm so glad its me making you make those pretty little noises.โ she leaves short kisses down your neck, โbeen hearing you give them away to other people. shouldโve been me the whole fucking time.โ
her lips reach the base of your neck, and she begins sucking marks along your collarbones. your hands grip at her hair, arching your body into her own. her hands move back up to your waist, toying at the hem of your shirt. she pauses her ministrations on your neck,
โcan i?โ
โplease.โ
she pulls your shirt over your head and gives you a soft kiss on the lips once your top half is bare. she gives you a look over, and when her eyes meet yours once again, just above a whisper, โyouโre so pretty.โ
she kisses down your chest and stops once she reaches your breasts. she just stares for a moment and you giggle,
โwhen i asked you ass or titties and you responded titties, you really meant it didnt y-โ you cut yourself off with a loud moan. bada wrapped her mouth around your nipple and swirled her tongue around the bud. once sheโs satisfied, she pulls away and blows cold air on it to watch it perk back up. she repeats this on your other breast as well. your back arches into her mouth for the second time tonight (and definitely not the last-) your hands grip at her hair a little tighter and she lets out a delicious, long winded whine.
โfuck- i shouldโve done this so much sooner. fuck you for letting anyone other than me touch you like this. feel you like this.โ
her kisses begin to trail down to your lower stomach,
โi shouldโve never let you leave this goddamn apartment for those dates. i shouldโve kept you home, made you feel good, kept you sated. all those nights i heard you moaning out other peopleโs names, wishing it was my own.โ
bada gets to her knees, looping her fingers around your skirt and pulling it down. she kisses your clit over the fabric of your underwear,
โyouโre so wet i can see it through your panties. whoโs making you feel this good now baby?โ
your stomach twists delightfully, โyou.โ
bada licks a strip up your clothed pussy,
โyou can do better than that.โ
you huff, โyou, bada.โ
she peels your underwear from your cunt, mouth hovering over where you need it most.
โagain.โ
โyou- fuck,โ bada presses a soft kiss to your now unclothed clit. you continue,
โyou make me feel this good, bada. only you.โ
bada looks up at you, eyes hooded and a lopsided grin on her face,
โgood girl.โ
her mouth covers your clit again, sucking and swirling her tongue around the bundle of nerves. your head shakes at the amount of stimulation you recieved so quickly. youโre moaning out, hands gripping badaโs hair tight, making her groan onto your pussy, feeling the vibrations from her mouth. she pulls away,
โyou taste so fucking good. how dare you give this pussy away to someone else?โ
she spits on it and licks a stripe up your slit, sucking on your clit and pulling away with a pop. her eyes pierce through your own as she looks up to you,
โnever again.โ
you nod and repeat her words, โnever again.โ
her thumb comes up to rub slow circles around your clit and her tongue darts in and out of your opening. youโve had previous partners eat you out before, but bada was enthusiastic about it. she was moaning into your cunt like it was a delicacy only meant for her. her eyes squeezed shut everytime your hand grips her hair and you pushed her further against your pussy. your legs began to squeeze around her head and you swear to god you see her eyes roll to the back of her head. if nothing else, bada is a giver. you stop gripping her hair in favor of pushing her away from your cunt by her forehead. badaโs eyes flash up to yours and she is a sight to see.
her pupils are blown wide, sheโs flushed from her cheeks down to her neck. her mouth is glistening in your wetness. she licks her lips,
โwhat is it baby?โ she purrs.
you mumble but she canโt understand what youโre saying. your head is so jumbled with pleasure that you can barely form coherent sentences, but bada makes out a couple words.
per your blabbering request, she inserts two fingers into your pussy. your legs tense up and your hands fly to her hair again. she presses wet kisses along the inside of your thighs as she lets you get used to the feeling of her fingers inside you. once youโve stopped clenching around her fingers and your legs relax, bada begins to pump them in and out of you in a slow pace.
โdoes it feel good?โ
you nod, eyebrows creasing, โmore. please.โ
bada giggles, โalways so polite.โ
she curls her fingers inside of you, moving them at a quicker pace. you use the hands in her hair to push her face back into your cunt. she makes eye contact as she flicks her tongue back and forth against your sensitive, nearly overstimulated bundle of nerves.
this almost does it for you, your legs start to shake over badaโs shoulders, your bach arches, and you feel the beginnings of a knot forming in your stomach.
bada frees up her mouth, โare you gonna cum, pretty girl?โ
you whimper out a quick yes and try to push her back to where she originally is but she tsks,
โsay please.โ
you nearly glare at her, but you were so close. you couldnโt argue at this point.
โplease.โ
bada ducks her head back down to your pussy but before she continues her assault on your cunt, she gives you the go ahead,
โthatโs it. cum in my mouth. make a mess on me, please baby.โ
her wish is granted as your toes curl and the knot in your stomach unravels. you feel nothing less than euphoric and bada is feeling just about the same. sheโs groaining out as you clench around her fingers bullying the inside of your cunt. her mouth glued to your clit as she guides you through your orgasm. your legs are wrapped so tightly around her head that her ears ring, but she couldnโt be happier. she feels you relax before she hears you relax.
your legs stop shaking, youโre not clenching around her fingers as tightly, and the grip on her hair has loosened. however, you were still whimpering out as she pulled her fingers from inside of you. she stands back up and places her hand on the base of your neck. she makes you watch as she puts her fingers in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. once sheโs finished, she pulls them out and uses her thumb to open your mouth. she lets the mix of her spit and your wetness drip from her mouth into your own,
โswallow it.โ
you do as your told.
โlet me see.โ
your mouth opens for her and her previously tense facial expression morph into something softer. admiration. she grins at you,
โi want you.โ
you grin right back at her,
โiโm yours.โ
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Bada Lee x Fem!Reader
Summary: After winning Street Woman Fighter nobody expected thisโฆ
Warnings: suggestive if you squint, not proofread!!!!
Bada met you in one of her classes.
At first it was a silly hobby you decided to start. You decided to finally get out of your apartment and one day you were scrolling through Twitter when you came across a dance company account. They weee hosting classes, so you mindlessly signed yourself up to it. Not thinking you were gonna like it.
The day of your class, you remembered walking in and a tall woman catching your attention. Immediately you catched her attention to. You hated anyone who told you that love at first sight was real, but for some reason this woman was making you reevaluate your whole perception of love.
So you started from going every Monday to going every Monday and Tuesday, to every Monday , Tuesday and Wednesday, to every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, and eventually you would be there the whole week. Even if Bada wasnโt teaching that day, you still hoped to at least see her in the building.
And so did she.
As she constantly called in to come in to do a demonstration hoping you would be there.
Eventually she noticed you two were both desperate to see eachother, which finally made her come up to you.
After a year of knowing eachother you two finally started dating, but kept it on the low knowing that you two both liked to have privacy.
Which brought you here.
โThe winner of Street Woman Figheter isโฆโ
As the speaker trailed off Bada along with the other members of Bebe grabbed their hands in union, closing their eyes shut. This is what theyโve been waiting for. This is what sheโs been waiting for you to see, all her hard work actually pay off. Even though she already knew how proud you were of her everyday. How you had to tolerate her always trying her best to make time for you, and no matter what the circumstances were, there you were waiting.
Itโs one of the main reasons she fell in love with you in the first place. Obviously besides the fact of how gorgeous you were when you first started dancing in her classes. She couldnโt keep her eyes off you.
She smiled at the cheesy thought and quickly hit reality once again.
Then silence for a few seconds. She opened her eyes quickly searching for you in the crowd, there you were with her jersey. Bada immediately felt comforted by the presence of you. Your eyes both met, yours were watery as you looked into hers from the stage as you put a thumbs up. She only chuckled lightly at your attempt at reassuring her all the time.
She was so distracted she didnโt even noticed that they had called Bebe as the winner, not until the others members started to gather around and hug each other, they were a crying mess.
Bada comforted her team as she looked for your eyes again, there you were cheering and crying as you gave a look at her in admiration. She looked at you forming a heart with her arms and crying again as she mouthed a โI love youโ.
The group went to hug Jam Republic next, a lot of โCongratulationsโ said and tears.
After they finally went back to their places the MC handed the mic to Bada. โCongratulations on your win, do you have any words to say to the audienceโ
Bada nodded as she took the microphone and put it up to her lips. She looked at the other members before starting.
โI actually wrote my speechโ she said her voice slightly cracking and tears falling from her eyes. You and everyone else watched carefully as she took out the note from her pocket.
Oh Bada, always prepared for everything, you thought.
โFirst, I just wanted to thank everyone who supported us, my parents who believed in all of us and the other 8 amazing teamsโ she said giving time for the others to clap. As the claps down she looked at what was next on her paper, she smiled reading what she had wrote down.
You looked to her with a confused expression wondering what she was smiling about.
โMost importantly though, someone who I havenโt spoken about at all for the sake of privacy, and I know that sheโs gonna be really mad at me for saying this on TVโ
Youโre eyes furrowed at her words as the audience laughed, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together about what she was about to do.
โThereโs no way sheโs really-โ
โI would like to thank the most important person in my life right now, my girlfriend Y/n.โ
For the third time that night your eyes met once again, you were shocked to say the least.
You two had promised to keep your relationship private for so long and you did not expect that and neither the crowd as they all let out gasps.
โGirlfriend? She has a girlfriend? She likes girls?โ The lady behind you said, you had to hold back a slap, because yes duh she said girlfriend and of course she liked girls, was the show not enough?.
Your gaze went back at Bada and to her surprise you looked anything but mad. You actually smiled at her and mouthed an โI love you babeโ and then unexpectedly a light was shined on you from the ceiling. You jumped lightly covering your mouth with both your hands.
โI canโt believe this is happening right nowโ You muttered. Everyoneโs attention was suddenly on you.
Meanwhile on stage the rest of Badas team were also new to the news as their eyes found you and suddenly it all made sense.
The reason why Bada would have to step out a few minutes and return with light lipstick stains on her neck or the reason she didnโt go out with the team as she often would, which didnโt bother them but confused them sometimes.
โEverything makes sense nowโ lusher whispered to the rest of the team.
โRight! No wonder sheโs been all happy and bubbly these past few months I was starting to think she was going to quitโ tatter answered, the rest of the team laughed, as Bada looked back to see what her team was laughing about but she quickly continued her speech.
โMy girlfriend has been my main motivation throughout this amazing experience, sheโs been there for me when I was struggling on this show and I donโt know what I would do without her, and I canโt believe I let her take this long for her to let me show her off, but tonight I just want everybody to know I wouldnโt even be here in the first place if it wasnโt for her. I love you Y/Nโ
The crowd was filled with โawwsโ as you were left overwhelmed and crying, but yelling out a โI love you!โ to Bada.
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After the show you met Bada and the team off stage. Immediately you ran to her arms.
You hugged her as she hugged you back lifting your shorter body off the ground.
โThey look so cute together!โ
โI canโt believe she never told us about her sheโs beautiful!โ
Whispered Bebe
Bada but you down, the both of you just admiring eachothers faces.
โYouโre not mad that I finally publicized our relationship?โ Bada asked, a worried cute expression on her face.
You giggled moving a strand of hair to the back of her ear.
โWhy would I ever? Iโm dating the best woman in the world. Besides I was getting tired of keeping it a secretโ
You said annoyingly, she chucked kissing your cheek.
โIโm so mad weโve gone this long without anyone knowing.โ
โMaybe you can make it up to me tonightโ
โYou donโt have to tell me twice.โ
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Bada Lee x Youtuber!Reader
Synopsis: A famous youtuber who uploads dance covers and sometimes even her own choreographies is actually Bada Lee's girlfriend?!!โ or โ you suddenly got exposed during a livestream, now people knew of you and Bada's relationship
Cw: nothing just fluff
After your youtube channel reached the 5 million subscribers milestone, you decided to do the most requested content of your viewers which is a livestream.
They wanted you to do a livestream where you perform some dance covers and teach some of your latest choreographies. Of course to make it more fun and interactive you decided to add some Q and A segments, to be more interactive.
You started youtube way back, but before your contents used to be just a simple vlog about your everyday life, but soon shifts into posting some dance covers and sometimes even posting some of your own choreographies. Your old viewers are already aware of your talent in dancing and are so happy that you finally gained confidence to showcase your talent.
You still do some vlogs here and there, but most of your content now is about dance.
Now in the present, you are standing in your bedroom, the camera setup is facing one of your bedroom wall that serves as your background, while your monitor is next to it, where you read the live chats and manage the whole stream.
The title screen "live starts in 5..." is the only thing your viewers are seeing at the moment as you do some warm ups first. You stare at the viewer count that reads there are almost 15k people waiting on your live.
Once you feel that you are all set, you removed the title screen and waved at the camera.
"Hello everybody!" You did your intro and started doing small talks with your viewers as your chat feed floods with more people, telling you how excited they are.
"Your top looks familiar" you saw the comment passes by your screen which made you realize that the shirt you're wearing is one of Bada's shirt, and not just any shirt. It was the same shirt she wore on her first dance battle with Redy on swf 2.
You tried to ignore the comment and continue reading a few more before your viewers started begging you to teach one of your latest dance choreography, which you did.
You stand at the center of the screen once again and looked at the camera before looking back at the monitor.
"Ok ok, we'll start with the 'dance lessons', you guys wanted" you said as you prepare the first song you'll dance to.
"Oh before I start, just a quick announcement, I am not a dance teacher, nor do I have any experience teaching dance. This is literally my first time teaching, so thank you for being my guinea pigs for this experiment" you joked before starting teaching the choreo to your viewers.
Coincidentally, the first song is 16 shots, which made the person who commented earlier appear again as you read the comments in-between teaching your choreo.
"The song and the shirt really makes me feel like I've seen it already somewhere before" the comment said. To which you ignored once again.
You feel a slight blush, it's really all just a coincidence, you're not really thinking of anything when you decided to take Bada's shirt on her closet to wear for the livestream, and it's also a coincidence that you made a choreo to the 16 shots a few days ago.
Your livestream goes on for a bit over 30 minutes now and you are currently taking a break mid-stream and just chatting with your viewers.
One question after another you answer your viewer when a particular question pops up.
"You dance so well, are you taking any dance class?" You read the question out loud and the question seems to catch the viewers attention as they flood the chat feed once again with comments about how they are also curious about it.
"Honestly, I was self taught, in terms of dancing that is. But a few months ago, I joined this dance academy just for the fun of it. I just wanna improve my skills more, you know what I mean." You answered, but your answer just sparked more questions.
"What dance academy?" Is the only thing that you can read from the chat feed. You contemplate whether you should tell them or not. And after tons of viewers begged for your answer and a chat dono appears, sending you 500 dollars with a message "please tell us", you finally give in.
"It was at JustJerk" you said and immediately viewers went wild. Some even commenting "maybe it's time to enroll for a dance class too" or "no wonder your style seems familiar". But another question pops up and it caught everyone's attention.
"Do you see Bada Lee on JustJerk?" The chat read. And every viewer saw it so you can't ignore this one.
"Yeah, sometimes..." you said, and it was a lie. You always saw Bada there, no scratch that, you are always with Bada there. How can you not see her everytime you go there, she is your girlfriend, you always go to the academy together.
"OMG YOU SHOULD COVER BADA'S CHOREO FOR SHIRT" a comment pops up again and the chat once again goes wild.
"Fine, fine... wait give me a minute I'm trying to remember the step again" you search up the dance cover and watch the video before learning the choreography once more.
Meanwhile, Bada had just arrived at your apartment and was looking for you, when she heard Shirt by Sza plays over and over again coming from your shared bedroom.
Slowly, Bada creeps in and peaked by the door to see what's going on and saw your livestream setup. You are too focused on your live that you didn't even noticed her leaning by the door frame, watching you.
"...ok I think I got it" You said as you ready yourself before playing the song once again and you start moving to the beat.
Bada is in awe once she realized you are dancing to her choreo, and to Shirt even. Her jaw drops as you execute all the moves perfectly, but boy it doesn't stop there.
"...Damn, you ain't deserve~" the music subsides for a bit, you twirl around before the beats drop ones again as you move your hips to the beat before looking up the camera and hitting the beat once again.
Bada squeals as you finish dancing, she can't get over at how sexy you look earlier. You turn your head to the door as you see your girlfriend kneeling on the ground.
"Oh my god, when did you arrived?" You said, your viewers were curious on who were you talking to as they flood your chat feed once more with questions.
"Wait I moment... I know that voice" the same person who commented earlier appears again.
Bada runs up to you, and hugs you tightly, planting tons of kisses on your face. "You look so sexy just now" your girlfriend gushes over you.
"I KNEW IT! THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING" the chat feed was bombarded with surprised emotes and messages like "holy shit, they are dating?!!!!".
You face the camera shyly as Bada breaks off from you and hugs you from behind as she hides her reddened face on the crook of you neck.
"Uhmmm yeah so... I think this is where I will end my stream" you chuckled lightly as Bada cowers in embarassment behind you, now realizing that your relationship was revealed to more than 35k people right now.
"This is not really what I planned when I first decided to do the livestream but yeah, I hope you had fun dancing with me... and yeah me and Bada are dating... anyway that would be all byeeee!" You quickly cut the cameras and ended the live.
A/n: and that is all for this story, thank you all for choosing this. I hoped you liked it. Sorry for any grammatical errors.
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โช โ WINNER TAKES IT ALL ; bada lee x f!reader | !SPOILERS!
summary: it all comes down to this: badaโs just won street woman fighter, and needs someone to celebrate with. (spoiler: overstimulation + ๐ง from bada) the mighty fall universe
pairing: bada lee x swf2!f!reader
warning: SMUT!! itโs intense + not for the faint hearted. youโre responsible for what you read <3
Badaโs eaten you out plenty of times before.
But never like thisโ never with this intensity. Youโre blushing furiously as she adjusts you, hooking one calf over her shoulder so she can nuzzle up against your cunt.
โThis pussy is my reward, isnโt it?,โ She murmurs, never before sounding so undone, so starved. โI won the competition, so I get to put my mouth on this pretty cunt, donโt I?โ Before you can think of a reply to give her, Bada parts your labia with her fingers, pouncing forward to lick into you.
You let out a yelp, legs tensing automatically, digging your heels into her back as her rough tongue laps over your folds. The cold edges of the bathroom sink dig into your ass, and your thankful for Bada keeping you balanced and supporting most of your weight. Every flick of her tongue is precise and experienced, making you shiver as her nose rubs against your clit. The sensation has your back arching, a rising pressureโ youโre sensitive.
โBada,โ you whine helplessly, no other option but to reach down and hold onto her hair. Bada hums against your pussy in affirmation, effortlessly sinking two fingers into your dripping heat. Your cunt stretches and clenches around the intrusion, and when she adds the third, a high-pitched moan escapes your mouth.
Bada moans in response at your pleasure, the sound vibrating through your core. You can feel her smiling against your skin.
Your hand, previously stroking her hair, clenches a fist against her now mussled locks. A loud groan leaves Badaโs mouth at the pulling sensation, lips latching onto your clit and sucking hard.
It all feels too much, youโre too hot, sweating in the white and pink outfit your Jam Republic team mates chose for you. Your dress is wrinkled from being pulled up to your hips by Bada. Youโre breathing heavily and Bada purrs. She purrs and the sound goes straight to your clit.
โYou- you feel so good, Bada please-โ Now youโre begging, but unsure what for. Your vision blurs when she starts fucking her fingers into you even faster, the squelching sound almost too loud to bear. Bada continues her devilish pace until the pressure in your belly builds, and builds, andโ
โWait!โโ You sob, but itโs too late. Bada pushes a fourth finger inside and you feel so full , drooling out another gush of slick, which Bada licks up.
The world blurs through the wetness of your lashes, on the wet heat of your breath puffing against your own hand in attempts to silence yourself, on Badaโs fingers, nudging you open as deep as she can go. It stings, but your toes curl. It stings, but your thighs shake, you whisper things like deeper, harder, donโt stop, donโt stopโ
Your orgasm is sudden and splintering. You choke on a cry, your wetness gushing out of you and spilling onto Badaโs hand, which is still thrusting in and out in an eye-roll inducing rhythm. Bada laps it up eagerly, chasing your taste and nipping hard at your clit until you shake.
Youโre oversensitive, nearly numb from the after shock, pussy flushed and twitching from Badaโs administrations. Bada drinks your release all through your orgasm, only stopping when you fist a hand in her hair and pull her away.
โB-bada,โ You hiccup, flushed and trembling, โToo much.โ
Bada rises from between your legs, face drenched with your slick, eyes wild and gleaming. She keeps her fingers plugged into your cunt for a few seconds, stroking your inner walls until youโre shaking.
โGood girl,โ Bada says roughly, gently pulling her hand out of you, turning her head to plant kisses on your thighs. โMy babyโs always so good for me, isnโt she?โ
You just hum and smile in agreement, too tired to say more. Bada stands up and lets you collect yourself for a few moments before you both have to return to the celebration, peppers your face with kisses, moving flyaway strands behind your ears in a move so gentle you feel like crying.
โAll those prizes and youโre the best gift yet.โ She teases.
A scoff escapes you, raising your arms to engulf her in a hug. โHave I told you how proud I am? How much I loved seeing you dance on that stage?โ
โI think youโve shown me that plenty already, y/n.โ
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Show Me How (To Love) | Mafia!Bada Lee x POC!Reader
Chapter 1 | Next
Synopsis: Congratulations! Youโre getting married! Bad news is, this is the first youโre hearing of this. Made to take the place of your runaway sister, you take her place by the side of Bada Lee, one of the most dangerous women in South Korea, and now, your future wife.
Note: Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only, and arenโt indicative of the readerโs body type/race. Any relations to real people and events are purely coincidental.
Word Count:~6.5K
Tw: Abuse, cursing
Inspired by @allur1ngs mafia au because it is such a beautiful series that allowed me to start writing again. Everyone should go and read it if you havenโt already๐ซถ๐ฟ
Your sister is missing.
You barely hear the click of the door being unlocked before your mother slams it open, and that is the first thing that she says to you as your mother rushes into your tiny bedroom, shaking you awake and rummaging through your closet.
You are already used to your mother waking you in the middle of your sleep, so itโs easy for you to get out of the bed without feeling too tired, but as you watch your mother ramble and curse as she throws your clothes on your bed and floor, you could only allow confusion to wash over you as you stand in place, waiting for your mother to give you an order.
Through her ramblings, you can make out a couple of facts: your sister, Choi Soo Ri is gone, leaving in the middle of the night without a word. Earlier โyou canโt say exactly when, but it must have been within the last hour or soโ Soo Ri had sent a text to her parents saying that she was out of the country and would not be coming back for a while.
Now, out of the country trips arenโt uncommon for the Choi family. Theyโre rich, and that is just one of many luxuries afforded to them. However, today is different. Today, Soo Ri was supposed to be attending a meeting with someone from their job. You donโt know who โwerenโt allowed to, really. Your parents never tell you about anythingโ, but judging by the way your mother is pacing and cursing the skies your sister flew in, they are very important.
Your mother, Yoo Young Ji, finally stops picking through what little clothes you have and groans in frustration.
โDonโt you have any decent clothes to wear? Shit!โ Your mother throws the dress in her hand at your face. You let it fall to your hands, staying silent and keeping your eyes to the ground. Your mother continues, โWear something nice today, and tell me if Soo Ri reaches out to you, do you understand?โ
You nod. โYes, mother.โ
Your mom walks to the door in a huff, stopping abruptly and turning around to face you. โI want you on your best behavior, (Y/n),โ she says, voice stern and leaving no room for questions, โYouโve already troubled us enough.โ With that, she walks out the room, slamming the door behind her. You bow slightly to her as she leaves.
Only when your mother leaves do you finally allow your eyes to move up, looking at the mess your mother made with disappointment. You had just cleaned the room last night.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you start to pick up the mess, placing things back on hangers and into the closet. Pushing your mother out of your mind for now, you go into the bathroom and got ready for the day. Putting on a long skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt, you look in the mirror by your bathroom quizzically. As you turn around and look at the outfit from behind, you frown, spotting the long scar on your back.
Rubbing at it wonโt make it go away, youโve tried it a million times before, but it doesnโt stop you from trying again.
Once youโve proven that it isnโt going anywhere, you sigh and walk to your closet, pulling out a slightly baggy sweater to put over your top. You donโt have the confidence to show skin yet. It falls across your shoulder a bit, and your fingers poke out of the ends. This will have to do for now, you think as you try and adjust your sweater to stay on your shoulder.
You flop back on your bed as you pull your phone off of the charger. The slightly cracked, dark screen stares back at you as you look at your notifications.
There are none.
None from Soo Ri, or any missed calls, or much of anything really.
A sigh permeates through the air as you lay back down, arms spread wide and head leaning off of the bed, looking at the world from upside down. There really isnโt much to see, just the small window letting light in from the thin curtains. From where youโre sitting, you can hear the sounds of birds chirping, but you can't see much beyond the windowsill.
You still need a new pair of glasses, you remember, looking away quickly so you don't strain your eyes. Youโd broken them a month back and have been saving up for a new exam and pair, though your meager allowance wonโt cover even half of the cost.
Donโt think about it, you tell yourself as you rub your head to rid yourself of the incoming headache. There is no use despairing over it now.
You sit up as the blood rushes to your head, pulling out your phone to text your sister.
โUnnie, mother is really worried. When are you coming back,โ you say as you type, sending it with a ding. Your text immediately turns green, just like all of the previous texts before that. Your sister never seems to respond. โHey,โ you say to yourself, โat least they delivered this time!โ
With a smile, you spring off the bed, putting on your house slippers as you walk out of the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen. In the dining room adjacent to the kitchen, there are maids picking up dirty dishes full of half eaten food off the table. Soo Riโs dish is full. Your parents were most likely eating when they heard the news of your sisterโs spontaneous trip. They arenโt the type to waste food.
That thought brings a prickling feeling to your throat, but you push it down in favor of grabbing a piece of fruit from the fridge. You decide on an orange, peeling it apart with your fingers and chewing on it slowly.
As you ate, you wonder what time that guest is supposed to arrive. Late morning? In the afternoon, even? In the evening would be too rude, no?
Looking at the clock, itโs barely past 10 oโclock. If they were gonna come in the morning, they probably wouldโve been here by now, right?
You shrug as you throw the peel away, orange devoured as you retreat back upstairs. You donโt have anything to do today, so you decide to do some painting.
It is one of your only hobbies, and luckily your parents didnโt object to you indulging in it. You take off your sweater and put on an oversized shirt, and then an apron over that to prevent paint from getting on your clothes. You had made it a habit of painting a bit far from your canvas, but with your glasses gone, you had to stand up close to even see the canvas, which meant a higher chance of getting paint on your clothes, and you happen to like this skirt.
So for the next few hours, you paint in the small corner of your room, listening to soft music play quietly from the speaker of your phone. You check it periodically, of course, to see if Soo Ri texted you back, but unfortunately she didnโt. You can imagine your motherโs rage if no one could get in contact with her by the end of the day, and a part of you felt like a lot of it would be directed at you.
You wonder if your parents sent someone to the airport in a last ditch effort to catch her, or by the train stations. Whoโs to say your sister is even at the one near your town? She couldโve gone to a different airport, driving early to get there or taking a train to cover her tracks better. Who's to say that she wasnโt already out of the country by the time she notified your parents? Soo Ri is a smart girl, and if she wanted to escape, she would find a way.
You wish it isnโt at your parentโs expense, but who are you to tell her what she does with her life?
With that resolve, you dip your brush in the paint thinner and choose another color, continuing on with your painting until the afternoon.
Or thatโs what you planned to do if you didnโt feel the headache start to form, and fast. See, the thing about having to stand so close to the canvas to paint is that you are inhaling all of the paint fumes. Now, while you have been painting for years and are used to the smell, you also never stayed so close to a painting for long periods of time before. And with your window being permanently closed, and the meager ceiling fan in your room turning ever so slow, not even the open door can prevent you from getting a headache. It doesnโt help that you are going cross eyed after straining your eyes so much.
With a sigh and a rub of your eyes, you decide that enough was enough. You need a new pair of glasses, now. You will just have to beg your parents for some more money. Youโre adept at begging, in fact, so you're sure that a few pleas will make them consider it just a little.
And with that resolve, you take your apron off, wash your hands in the bathroom sink, and put back on your sweater before going downstairs to locate your parents. You are going to do it, you tell yourself. You canโt get anything accomplished without asking, right?
But as you walk down the stairs, your hands become jittery and a prickling feeling settles underneath your skin, making you itch. What if your parents said no? Theyโd already given you an allowance, whoโs to say they wonโt scoff and turn you away. You stop near the bottom of the steps, biting your lip and playing with your hands. You imagine the looks on their faces, the furrowed eyebrows, the deep frowns, the sighs and the raised voices, and you step back. You need the glasses, sure, but maybe you can go a few more months without them while you save up for a new pair. You have already gone a month without them, and youโre hoping to get an eye exam before getting a new pair, so even if your vision got worse youโd have a new prescription anyway. You stand there for a few more minutes, until you hear a faint voice coming from the direction of the living room.
You canโt make out what they said, or whoโs voice it is, but it certainly doesnโt sound like your parentsโ voices. Then, you hear the nervous, but still a bit loud voice of your mother.
โSheโll be here in a second,โ she says something else, and you hear the sound of quick footsteps. Your mother continues, โWe sincerely apologize. Our daughter can be a little brazen at times. Sheโs still young, after all. Iโll be sure to give her a good scolding.โ You have never heard your mother's voice waver like this before. Whoever she is talking to mustโve been very intimidating. Is it the person Soo Ri was supposed to meet? Did they find your sister? You havenโt heard any indication that she had returned home, so maybe they are stalling until she comes back, right?
Whoever the visitor is has said something back, still in that same quiet way of speaking. Before you can try and make out what they had said, an attendant of your parents came around the corner, locking eyes with you immediately.
You jump, not knowing if you shouldโve been listening in on the conversation. Your parents will certainly scold you for interfering with their work. Instead of seeing the disapproving look on the attendantโs face like you expect, he reaches his hand out to you, beckoning you to come. You blink at him, unsure what to do. He beckons you once more, with more urgency this time, and you take hesitant steps down the stairs, following him to the living room.
In front of you sits your parents together on the sofa, back faced towards you.
โChoi (Y/n), maโam.โ The attendant announces your arrival with a bow before leaving. Your parents turn to you, nervousness all over their faces. Your mother gives you a tight lipped smile.
โ(Y/n), youโre here, come.โ Her voice is shaky, but a bit more polite than you're used to hearing. It made you nervous as well. You go to round the couch, but stop in your tracks at a loud, booming voice.
โIs this a fucking joke?โ You jump, eyes darting over to see a woman sitting on the other couch, anger clear on her face.
She has pale skin, dark eyes and long hair, small parts of it dyed blonde in a way you had only seen on idols. She wears a crisp black suit and even the house shoes she has on looked expensive. You parents mustโve pulled out the nice pair. Behind her stands a girl with blonde hair and large dark eyes, equally clad in an expensive suit. Her hands are clasped in front of her, hair pulled up in a tight bun.
Their eyes are trained on you.
Your mother speaks up, her voice shaking even harder than before.
โNow, Ms. Lee, I know she isnโt what you expected, but she is just as valuable asโโ
Ms. Lee cuts your mother off, โHow long do you intend to make a fool out of me Choi Tae Joon?โ Her eyes flicked over to your father. You had never heard someone address your father so coldly, clearly holding the power over a man you thought untouchable. Under her stare, your father seems to falter.
โWe would never make a fool out of you, Ms. Lee, however there was an emergency with Soo Ri, and she could not make it to the meeting.โ Your father still sounds as strong as ever, but he doesnโt look the woman in the eye very much.
โWhat type of emergency would cause her to miss a meeting with her fiancรฉe?โ Her words are dripped with venom, as if she is going to attack your parents, and you, at any moment. But a particular word causes you to hold your breath.
Fiancรฉe? Soo Ri has a fiancรฉe? But Soo Ri never mentioned it, neither did your parents, at least not to you.
Before you can ponder further, you father speaks up, โSheโฆ she left the country last night. We only heard about it this morning and by the time we sent someone to find her, it had been too late.โ
โAnd you didnโt think to notify me of this?โ
โWe tried to tell her the importance of this deal, truly, and it seemed that she had no issue with it!โ
โAnd so you thought the best solution was to switch your daughters out like I wouldnโt notice?โ Her gaze lands on you, and your eyes flicker to the floor out of habit. You can feel her presence as she speaks, the intimidating aura that says that she can, and probably will, kill everyone in this room if she doesnโt get an adequate answer. โSit,โ is all she says and you do it without question. Your eyes remain on your lap, clutching your hands tightly.
โWhatโs your name,โ she asks, tone still harsh, but clearer than when she was speaking to your parents.
You struggle to speak, feeling suffocated by all of their gazes on you. Your head was spinning, and you felt your headache getting worse. But even through all of that, you force an answer out, knowing that not giving her one can possibly be life or death.
โCh-Choi (Y/n), maโamโฆโ
โHow old are you?โ
โTwenty-two, maโam.โ You feel the tears waver in your eyes, digging your fingernails into your palm to stop your hands from shaking.
โWhat happened to Choi Soo Ri?โ
You look at your parents, seeing their furrowed brows and wavering lips.
โDonโt look at them. Look at me when Iโm talking to you,โ your eyes quickly meet hers, and you want to flinch. She looks ready to strike you down, and it makes your heart constrict in your chest. โWhat happened to Choi Soo Ri?โ
โSheโฆ she left the country. I donโt know when butโฆ but she didnโt answer my text this morning, so I assumed she was long gone by then.โ You look back down at your lap, fighting the sniffles trying to escape you.
You hear a hum, and the squeak of the chair as she shift in her seat.
โThis deal canโt work without your daughter, Choi Tae Joon, and you know this.โ
Your mother speaks up again, โ(Y/n) is just as capable as Soo Ri,โ your mother has never said those words in her life. It shocks you to hear it from her. โShe can be your new fiancรฉe, at least until Soo Ri comes backโโ
โYoo Young Ji,โ her loud voice makes you jump again. Ms. Lee continues, โdo you view your daughters as disposable tools?โ
You hear the dangle of her motherโs earrings as she shakes her head. โNo, Ms. Lee. However, we still want to hold up our end of the deal. For the sake of our family and businesses.โ
What deal? Was Soo Ri collateral? Are you about to be collateral in her place? What exactly was going on here?
โChoi (Y/n),โ she calls you again, and you met her angry gaze once more. โDo you know of the deal your parents made with me?โ You shake your head no. She tilts her head, staring you down. โYour parents owe me a lot of money for investing in their business.โ
Your parents own a few high end stores across the city, selling clothes, cars, and even art, and their clientele consisted of the top 5%. From idols to actors to CEOs, your parents make a lot of money from their business, so hearing that they owe her money came as a bit of a shock.
โSo, in order to placate my worries, they promised me their daughter, Choi Soo Ri, along with the money I am owed, and in return, I would provide them, and their stores, protection.โ
Protection? Protection from what? What exactly were your parents involved in? Why were they so comfortable with just sending Soo Ri off like that? What did you have to do with any of this?
โAnd now,โ Ms. Lee continues, and you can hear the ire in her voice, โnow they look me in my eyes, and say that the one they promised me has flown off,โ she waves her hand away. โAnd then they promise me their other, completely clueless daughter, as if she is their dog to be given and taken.โ She looks at your parents again.
โI have half a mind to kill you both where you stand.โ
Your eyes widen, and you feel like you were going to throw up.
Your body moves before you have time to think, and the next thing you know, youโre on your knees, bowing deeply to the woman in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the woman behind Ms. Lee put a hand to her hip, reaching for something โa gunโ, but she holds her hand up to stop her.
โPlease,โ you are so good at begging, you try and remind yourself, โI know that my parents have disrespected you greatly, and what my sister has done is completely unforgivable, but please, please, please donโt kill us,โ youโve done this plenty of times before, so the pain in your knees is nothing compared to the fear in your heart. โIโm willing to be your fiancรฉe, regardless of what deal is made if it means sparing their lives, please.โ Your forehead meets the floor, and you want to drown out the world so badly. But instead, you must wait for the woman in front of you to decide whether you deserve to live or die.
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When Bada had first seen you, with your darker skin and thick hair, she could only scoff as Choi Tae Joon and Yoo Young Ji looked at her as if she wouldnโt notice the difference. The woman they promised her, Choi Soo Ri, looked nothing like that, with her pale skin and short black hair.
Do they take her for a fool?
You were shaking like a leaf, looking at everything but your parents and her, and from the once over she gave you, you were clad in obviously cheap clothes, nothing compared to the higher quality ones of your parents.
Bada knew the Choiโs had another, adopted daughter from the background check she had done into them, but during their meetings your parents had never even put you on the table as an option, so she had barely given you any thought.
So to see you kneeling in front of her, scared and begging for your parents' lives โyou made no mention of sparing your own lifeโ pisses her off to no end.
Usually, it would be the parents begging and kneeling on the ground, telling her to spare their child and apologizing profusely for their mistakes, but your parents just let you stay on the floor and prostrate yourself, staring at her with expectation in their eyes.
They are really starting to piss her off.
โGet up,โ she orders as she wonders what type of faces she and her bodyguard, Lusher, are making. She is so, so angry right now, and she doesnโt know how long she can hear this nonsense any longer.
Your head lifts off the ground, eyes darting everywhere as you slowly meet her gaze. There are tears falling down your cheeks. You slowly got up, bowing your head and clasping your hands together.
โSit back down.โ You do, still bowing. She looks at your parents, who still were looking at her. They make no move to comfort you, and that pisses her off even more. โI will spare your lives for now.โ She doesnโt miss the breaths of relief that leaves your parents. You still keep your head down. โHowever, that does not mean that I will let this slide under the rug.โ She looks at you again, your body still shaking. โI am raising your interest rate by thirty percent.โ
Choi Tae Joon goes to protest, but he shuts his mouth as soon as he looks her in her eyes. She looks back at you, continuing, โI will take your daughter as my bride, however, she will stay with me.โ Your head tilts up, revealing the shock in your eyes.
โIโโ Bada doesnโt like the way your mother cuts you off.
โSheโll be at your home by the end of the week.โ She places a hand on your shoulder, the most contact she has had with you since you arrived. She doesnโt miss the way you flinch ever so slightly. Bada blinks, hiding the incredulousness on her face. Itโs Friday. Surely it would take more than two days just to pack your entire life up, no? Well, Bada really doesnโt care. As long as your family holds up their side of the deal, then everything will be fine.
โOne of my attendants will be over to write up a new contract, and I will send it over to be approved.โ With that, she stands up, and you all follow.
You and your parents bow deeply, and your father holds the door open for Bada and her bodyguard to leave. It was only after the door shuts and you hear the sound of the car take off do you all stand up fully. Your legs feel like jelly, and it takes a couple more seconds for you to let out the breath in your chest, hand on the wall to steady yourself. You only have a moment to collect yourself before you feel a harsh slap on your arm. Itโs your mother, red face screwed up in anger as she raises her hand again.
โYou stupid, stupid girl,โ she yells, hitting you in between words. You sit there and let her hit you. โHow could you embarrass us like that in front of Bada of all people! And why are you wearing such terrible clothes? Didnโt I tell you to wear nice clothes today! Now she thinks weโre terrible parents, you idiot!โ She hits you over and over again, and you just keep your head down, saying nothing.
Your mother is just mad at Soo Ri, you think to yourself, once she gets in contact with your sister she will feel better. She just needs an outlet for her frustrations, and right now that outlet is you.
You only get a break from your motherโs ire because of your father. His voice is back to its gruff, authoritative nature as he pushes his glasses up to his face.
โEnough.โ Your mother stops hitting you, returning to your fatherโs side. โGo upstairs and pack, we will discuss this tomorrow.โ You bow to them and return upstairs without another word, trying to ignore the stinging in your arm.
You, in fact, did not discuss the entire situation with your parents the next day. Your mother doesnโt unlock your door until the early afternoon, long after you had woken up. She only spares one look around your messy room โyou were trying to pack like they ordered you toโ, and with a scowl she turns around and leaves. You can faintly hear the voice of your father, and another, unknown woman coming from downstairs. Is that the attendant Bada Lee had mentioned yesterday? If so, that meant that you were well on your way to being married to this stranger.
You bite your lip, looking down at the clothes in your hands. Part of you had hoped it was Soo Ri who would be in this position right now. That they had found her and that she is in Korea, doing what her parents want her to do.
You call yourself selfish for the thought.
โWell,โ you say, โthereโs no use moping over it now.โ If it means sparing your parentsโ lives, then you would marry that scary lady in a heartbeat. Though, you wonder what living with her was going to be like. Does she live in a condo? A penthouse? What city does she live in? How far is it from your parentsโ house? Will she allow you to even visit them?
What will she even do to you? Are you just a trophy? Something to claim her ownership over? Will she just use you? How long will this marriage last for?
You shake your head to get rid of the onslaught of negative thoughts coming your way.
โFocus, (y/n), focus.โ
As you look around your room, you wonder how you would be able to pack up your entire life by tomorrow. You were only given two suitcases and a box to pack up with, so itโs not like you can bring much with you. You donโt even know what time youโre leaving, really, so itโs best that you finish packing up by today so that you do not keep Bada Lee waiting. You donโt want to make that woman mad again.
By mid-afternoon, you have a big suitcase packed up, and all of the clothes out of your closet. Another suitcase is filled with your shoes, and now you sit with the box, putting miscellaneous things from your dresser inside of it. A diary, a few of your favorite books, a jewelry box, even some toiletries in a little makeup bag. But as you clear more and more things from your drawers, it is clear to you that you truly did not have much to your name.
Isnโt that pathetic, to be able to wrap up your entire life in two suitcases and a box?
You shake your head, feeling stuffy all of a sudden. You needed a break.
As you move to close your dresser, your fingers brush against something cold. You look at the object, only to see a small porcelain cat figure staring back at you with its yellow eyes.
Sounds of glass breaking and screaming fill your head as your mind forces memories up to the forefront. You remember your sisterโs wide eyes, your motherโs rapid speech, a stinging pain on your back, and red, red, red, redโ
You blink, shutting the dresser quickly and moving on, an ache in your back.
You need to hurry up, you tell yourself. You hadnโt eaten all day, and now you were in no mood to drag this out for any longer.
Another look through your dressers and bathroom, and you are finally done packing your essentials. Sure, you have some things left here and there, like your painting set up and a few books, but you decide to leave them because you donโt know what you were allowed to bring besides your clothes. You feel like you were pushing it by even bringing the things from your dressers.
As you look at your room, it is clear to you that nothing really looks different. There are no stuffed animals you could take, no pictures on the wall to keep with you, no little trinkets strewn about the place for memories sake. Nothing. It is as if a ghost had lived here, no life to the room at all. And that really weighs heavy on your heart.
Putting your belongings by the door, you retrieve an outfit for tomorrow and put it on your bed, ironing it so that you can look presentable to your fiancรฉe. Your arm still hurts from where your mother struck you, chastising your clothes. If it had gone any further youโre sure that your mother wouldโve thrown away all of your clothes that same night.
Once youโre done ironing your clothes, you left the room to go get something to eat. In the dining room, the maids are once again cleaning up plates from the dining hall. Once they spot you, they bow, and you bow back.
โIโm sorry miss,โ the short one, Ji Yeon, said, โbut Mr and Mrs. Choi have already eaten their meals.โ You nod, expecting this to happen. You are only disappointed because you didnโt get a chance to discuss your marriage with them.
โIs there any food leftover?โ You ask, noting the nervous look between the two. โItโs ok if there isnโt,โ you quickly add, trying to appear as cheerful as you could. โIโm perfectly ok with making something else.โ You add on a smile for good measure.
The lanky maid, Anna, smiles at you back, although slightly. โWe will see what we can get for you, Miss. You have a big day tomorrow.โ They leave before you could offer to do it yourself, like you usually do. They must pity you, you think, for the whole marriage situation.
But it did give you a good idea. Maybe you can use them to get a sense of what your fiancรฉe was like. Theyโre bound to know more than you, as the workers are always privy to the information around the house. So maybe thereโs some rumors or something they could tell you about.
As you sit at the table waiting on your food, Ji Yeon comes out and gives you a glass of water.
โThank you, Ji Yeon.โ As she bows, you called out to her again. She turned back to you, tilting her head. โWould youโฆ would you like to eat with me?โ At that point, Anna walked in with your food, and they both stop and stare at you quizzically.
โWe couldnโt dare to, Miss.โ Anna says as she sets your plate down in front of you. They had made you some seafood soup and some rice. You start playing with your fingers, looking up at them through your eyelashes. Time to bring on the pity party.
โI justโฆ I donโt want to eat my last meal here by myselfโฆ Please.โ You look at them in the eyes before quickly looking away. From your quick glance you saw their conflicted faces as they looked down at you. You hear a sigh, and then the scraping of chairs soon after.
You smile wide once they were sitting across from you, pushing your bowl of rice towards them. Anna had grabbed two more spoons and bowls from the kitchen.
โThank you both! I really appreciate it.โ And you do, acting pitiful aside. You were practically promised to the lion's den, and youโd regret it if your last night of โnormalcyโ was spent alone. Youโre grateful that you are able to experience eating with someone before you go, even if it isnโt with your parents.
You start to spoon soup into your own bowl, blowing on it to cool it down. As you eat it slowly, you look at Ji Yeon and Anna, who are eating awkwardly in silence.
You recognize the awkward position you are putting them both in, but if youโre going to survive this new chapter in your life, you need to get some information about your bride to be first. You canโt afford to waste anymore time.
โI finished packing today,โ you say as you turn your spoon in your bowl, playing with the noodles as you did so. You look at them to see their reactions. Still awkward, looking at each other with a nervous glint in their eyes. You continue, โI wish I had more time to pack, but I had to settle for just the essentials so I could be ready to go to Ms. Leeโs home. I did not want to upset her anymore by making her wait.โ At the mention of your fiancรฉe, Ji Yeon and Anna both become stiff, pausing their eating to look at you. You place your spoon down, messing with your fingers again. You hope you look demur enough. โI justโฆ I wish I knew more, you know? About what sheโs like, about what my parents do, even. It all happened so suddenly, and I donโt want to embarrass my parents by doing something wrong.โ This still isnโt enough, you realize as you look at them again. Theyโre still silent, which means you need to hit them where it hurts.
โI mean, Iโve already burdened them enough with the whole thing with Soo Riโฆโ you cut yourself off, letting the implications of your words hang in the air.
Ji Yeon bites her lip, looking at Anna before looking back at you. She speaks in a whisper, leaning close to you so you can hear her. โBada Leeโฆ she is not one to be messed with, Miss.โ
Internally, you smile at the success of your plan, but you also feel fear at the warning tone in her voice.
โWhat do you mean?โ You hear your voice waver, feel your nail dig into your palm.
โOn the surface, Bada Lee is just a businesswoman, known for investing in other businesses at the start and getting her money back through interest payments. However, everyone knows thatโโ
Anna cuts her off, โJi Yeon, be careful what you say!โ The two maids look around, watching out for eavesdroppers, you guess.
Ji Yeon continues once they deem the coast clear, much quieter this time, โIt is โrumoredโ,โ she puts quotation marks around the word rumored, โthat Bada Lee runs one of the biggest mafia gangs in the country, Bebe. From weapons smuggling to dealing drugs, her family is involved in a lot of bad things.โ You canโt help the gasp that leaves your mouth, heart banging loudly in your chest.
Mafia? Youโre about to be married into the mafia? Soo Ri was going to be married into the mafia? How can your parents get involved in that? How can they promise their daughter off to a person like that? Hey can they promise you off?
Before you can spiral into madness further, Ji Yeon speaks again. โHer influence is so grand that she has several big named individuals deferring to her. Politicians, police, celebrities, even down to car dealers and school administrators. You name it, and sheโs probably worked with all of them. Itโs how sheโs able to get away with all of those crimes.โ You feel a lump get stuck in your throat, digging your fingernail into your palm harder. โSheโs said to be ruthless and cunning, never sparing anyone who dares to cross herโโ
โJi Yeon!โ Anna cuts in as she notices the look of fear on your face. Anna grasps your shaking hand, causing you to look up at her. She had a look of pity on her face. โMiss, you are sweet and kind, and you shouldnโt fear Bada Lee. She is also known for her philanthropy and moral integrity, as well. She donates thousands to orphans and the underprivileged โ She gives your hand a squeeze before letting go. โIf anything, Bada Lee is a respectable person, and a respectable match. She would be foolish to harm you.โ
Though the intent was there, Annaโs words do nothing to tame the fear in your heart. Just because she would be foolish to harm you doesnโt mean she wasnโt capable of it, or wouldnโt do so.
Anna speaks up again, โWell Miss, we must get back to our duties. Thank you for allowing us to sit with you.โ Her and Ji Yeon stand up, bowing before grabbing their mess and leaving.
Youโre once again left alone.
You arenโt really hungry anymore, mind too preoccupied with the revelation that you were about to enter a world of danger. And as you sit there, staring at the wall in front of you, you can only think about the worst.
What if you do something to upset Bada? Would she kill you on the spot? Your parents? Soo Ri as well?
Or would she hit you? Will she want to keep you alive for appearance purposes? What happens if you get caught up in some turf war or an assassination plot or something? Will Bada want to protect you? Will you be used as a bargaining chip? Will you be left to die?
When you finally snap out of your thoughts, youโre in your room again, staring at the ceiling above you in silence.
Your heart has been beating out of your chest for the past hour now, worried about your future. To think that sometime tomorrow, youโd be on your way to the home of one of the most dangerous people in the country. You feel like meat, ready to be thrown into the mouth of a lion ready to tear you apart at a momentโs notice. How can your parents give you up so easily? How could they give Soo Ri up even easier?
Soo Ri is their everything, their first born, their blood child, their prodigy, and yet they were willing to hand her over just to save them some money. When put like that, you canโt blame Soo Ri for running away, consequences be damned. If only you had the strength and will to run away yourself. But youโre nothing if not a coward, and you make no attempt to even try to move, to run from your life of hardships and danger ahead of you.
Hell, you thought, maybe that is what you deserve, you think as you wait for morning to come.
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Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU
pairings: bada lee x zhong lei
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a/n: sorry for not updating i was going through some shit but im back and i def missed these two, hope u enjoy it๐
tw: suicidal thoughts pls dont read it if you are triggered by it
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Lei slid her phone into her bag and watched from afar as Bada sat on a nearby bench. Her face was hidden behind her signature bucket hat, the brim casting a shadow over her features.
The chinese girl let out a sigh as she thought how late it is for Bada to be outside, especially in a place she doesn't know. It had been several days since she had last seen the older girl, and she was beginning to worry.
She knew that Bada was going through a tough time, but she was trying her best to be understanding and supportive. She can't do much when Bada had been pushing her away, making it difficult for Lei to help her.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling overwhelmed. She never asked to be a babysitter, but she had somehow ended up as one.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this" she sighed. "God, give me a sign, should I keep this up?"
"Is she crazy?"
"I think so"
Lei lowered her head, meeting the gazes of two kids. They were probably no more than 14 years old, and yet they stared at her with a mixture of confusion
"What are you staring at?" she yelled "Don't you have better things to do?"
"Don't you have better things to do than talk to no one?" the young girl mocked.
"Babe, stop it before she cries." the boy next to her said, giggling. Lei watched him closely, he seemed familiar
"Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping right now? It's past your bedtime," Lei said with a mischievous grin.
"Alright, stop grandma-" one of the kids shot back, rolling their eyes.
Lei smiled as she recognized the boy. "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"
She glanced over at the boy, now smirking when she recognized him, but her smirk deepened when she saw his smile disappear "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"
He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her away, a mixture of embarrassment and haste in his face
Lei laughed, amused by the couple's reaction "I'll be having a word with him" she said, watching the couple disappear into the distance.
Sighing, she looked at the park. Bada was still there, alone. She didn't want to go up to her, but she knew she had to. This was it, she thought to herself. It was going to be now or never.
As she took those first few steps towards Bada, she already felt her mind spinning with the possibilities.
Her heart pounded in her ears, each thudding beat like a hammer against her chest. Her hands trembled slightly, as if they might fail her at any moment.
It's not that deep...
She drew closer, still unable to see Bada's face. The older girl had hidden her face with her hands.
Bada wasn't okay.
Even an outsider could see it. Her days felt like a prison, with no escape in sight. The scandal, the comments, the constant hate. It was getting to her. The pressure was building and building, and Bada felt like she was suffocating.
This whole thing was funny, really. Why were her fans so quick to turn against her? Without a shred of proof, they were willing to throw her under the bus and bury her, just because a random girl she didn't know said so.
Just one sentence. One. And it destroyed everything.
This was her dream, and now it was being stolen away. She had made it this far, and the dream was within her grasp. But it was out of her reach now, stolen away by an allegation that could not be proven.
She could feel the sleeves of her hoodie being soaked by the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She didn't care. She needed to let it all out, and if a few tears ruined her hoodie in the process, so be it. Another cry rose up from her, all of her emotions bottled up and finally being released. It was too much, but it felt like such a relief at the same time.
It was scary because the thought of ending it all wasn't leaving her mind and it was sounding good. Everyone would be happy and relieved, even she would be in peave
She wouldn't be anyones bother, many people would be happy. After all she's doing them a favor and listening to them
She knew her members were right, she wasn't the Bada she used to be. The old her wasn't rude to strangers, didn't snap at everyone around her. Heck, she would never tell a gorgeous girl to leave her alone.
Not the time Badaโฆ...
She took a deep breath and rubbed her hands across her face. She wiped away her tears, but her eyes remained swollen and red. Suddenly, she heard the snap of a twig behind her. She froze
What if it's dispatchโฆ?
So many things were running through her mind, all at once. And for the first time, Bada felt a sense of relief as she heard her voice.
"Bada, are you okay?"
"Im fine" Her mind was a mess, and she was far from okay.
She didn't need to look up to know where she was. The warmth next to her told her all she needed to know.
"From afar away, you looked like a dealer " she chuckled, leaning back as her eyes rested on Bada's figure. "-or like you're having a mental breakdown. So... I'm going with the latter. Are you okay, Bada?"
"Do I look okay, Zhong?"
Bada finally turned to face Lei, and there was a slight hint of annoyance on her face. She wasn't too fond of the girl, that much was obvious. She also hated how kind and comforting she was, despite their rocky start.
Bada loathed how her voice sent shivers down her spine at every word and how she looked so effortlessly beautiful without even trying.
Lei bit her lip as if deep in thought, her eyes never leaving Bada's. The cold wind blew through Bada's hair, making it blow in unexpected directions. She was unable to look away. She studied the girl next to her, she knew she was crying. It doesn't take a genius to get that
But fuck did she look beautiful
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"Hmm." Lei looked lower, taking in Bada's hidden face under her hat. "Red eyes, that means the dealer part is true."
Bada scoffed and turned her head away from Lei, trying to hide her small smile.
"I needed fresh air"
"Right, you needed fresh air" Lei nodded. "I understand, I'd feel the same if I was locked up ignoring everyone."
Bada shook her head, as if amused by her own actions. "Sorry about that."
"I know it's hard to live with a stranger, especially in this situation, I'm not saying we have to be best friends, but I meant it when I said earlier that you can always come to me for anything."
Bada stayed silent, not responding to her, so Lei continued "You don't need to keep everything inside you I know what it feels like for everyone to suddenly hate you, and to feel like no one understands you-"
"You don't understand." Bada cut her off harshly
Lei sighed, a hint of annoyance filling her voice. "Believe me, I do. I was also a trainee once, and I have an idol brother. I know everything."
"I'm fine really" Bada lied "Sometimes it gets too much that's all"
Lei nodded, she wasn't being entirely honest but it's a start "That's understandable"
A silence fell between them, and both girls just stared at the swings in front of them. They didn't speak, just listened to the sounds of the wind blowing through the park. It wasn't an awkward silence, but Bada still couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand being alone with her thoughts, so she decided to speak up again.
"What's up with you hating Hann?" Bada taunted with a smirk on her lips
Lei's face was caught off guard by the sudden question. How did she know that "W-what?"
"You said it's not that good" Bada repeated. "Now I know not everyone has good taste, but I'm curious. What did you mean by that?"
Lei rolled her eyes again, her tone turning haughty. "Really, Bada? Implying that I don't have good taste?"
"Hey just saying"
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Lei's face twisted into a smirk as she flicked Baka's hat. Bada scowled pushing her hand away
"Are you stalking me on twitter?"
Bada shook her head, too quickly for her liking "No I wasn't stalking you. Soojin just sent me your twitter account when she told me I was gonna live with you so I saw that tweet on accident."
"Sure," Lei replied in a teasing tone, a small smile now lighting up her face. "Follow me next time, no need to stalk me in secret."
"Don't change the topic" Bada chided her, now turning fully towards Lei.
"I was joking when I said Hann isn't good. It's actually one of my favorite songs" Lei said as she gathered her knees and put her chin on her knees.
"It was just to piss off my best friend" she added with a grin
"Hanni right? The one with Yeeun's left toe username" fuck Bada for giving herself this easy, now she really sounds like a stalker "Yeeun loved her by the way"
"If I tell Hanni about this, she'll pass out." Lei laughed softly before adding "She's a huge fan of your group."
Bada smiled, the first genuine one that Lei has ever seen. "Well, I'll make sure she gets a signed album from all of us." Bada's smile quickly disappeared "If I ever go back" her tone suddenly growing cold like a winter storm.
"You produce almost all of your group's songs right?" Lei leaned closer, their shoulders now almost touching.
Bada stared at her for a moment, confused she nodded. Lei smiled, reaching out her hand.
"Come on, let's go somewhere." She continued, shaking the plastic burger king bag in front of Bada.
"I know a place you'll like. Plus we can share this burger" she said with a wink.
"I'm not sure-" Bada started, her tone unsure as she stared at Lei's hand.
Lei sighed in exasperation. "Come on, I'm not asking you anymore."
Bada yelped as she was quickly dragged away, her hands numb in the bitter cold. Lea's hands were soft and warm, the contrast almost too much to handle.
Nonetheless she followed the shorter girl
Bada was surprised when Lei took her to a studio, a home recording studio to be more precise.
She was left speechless at how big and well-equipped it was. She knew that Lei loved to sing, but she didn't know that she was this serious about it.
She touched the buttons of the monitor in awe, her awe quickly turning to excitement. "This is amazing, you make songs?"
"Yes" Lei nodded, motioning for Bada to sit. "And sometimes I sell them depends if I like the artist"
She just hoped that Bada would not notice the fake smile on her face. After all, what happened during her training days left her with so much trauma, but the love for music was something she could never lose.
Yes, she was scared to perform in front of other people, and for other reasons, which was why she initially began selling her songs. But she still wanted her songs to be heard, not by her though.
"You sell your songs?" Bada's eyes widened as she sat down next to Lei. She was filled with curiosity now. "What songs have you made? And who did you sell them to?"
"No" Lei replied, her tone turning playful
"Come on" Bada nudged her, pointing at the computer in front of them. "Show me" she repeated.
Lei laughed and gave in, turning towards her console to open up the files in front of them. Bada saw another folder with the name 'Lei's private songs' but didn't mention it
With one click a folder full with songs opened. Bada leaned in licking her lips as she stared at the screen. She knew most of these songs, but what surprised her they were all western artists songs, but one song caught her off guard
Bada turned to Lei quickly, her face filled with surprise. "Wait dude, you wrote 'Never Felt So Alone'?"
Lei turned towards her, looking at Bada's face before replying, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness.
"Yes" she said. "Did you like it"
"You listened to it?" Bai asked. Her voice sounded hopeful, as if waiting for a good response.
"Did you like it?"
"I had it on repeat when it came out," Bada admitted, making Lei smile.
"So you're the famous unknown girl who sings with him?" Bada wondered. "Why didn't Labyrinth give you credits?"
"I didn't want to" Lei replied. "I want to stay anonymous."
"Are you crazy?" Bada asked, she looked at Lei as if she grew two heads "Do you know how much people wanna know the girl who sings in that song?"
"I know but I don't care," Lei replied. "I like it like this."
Bada was quiet, and her gaze returned to the computer.
"I noticed you only wrote songs for Western artists" Bada said, as her eyes followed the words on the screen.
"You never wrote kpop songs before?"
"No" She said grabbing the burger she got along with the knife she took before coming upstairs "I only helped Chenle with a few songs but other than that nothing"
She cut the burger in half slowly and Bada only watched her. Something was weird but Bada didn't want to push it, in the end it's not her place
"But I like it like this" Lei said through her teeth. "I give it to them willingly."
"They give me money" she added with a shrug. "We both get something out of it."
Lei held out the half-burger, and Bada accepted. Her eyes remained fixed on the younger girl, as she took a bite from the burger.
"I'm sharing my burger with you โ be grateful," Lei said with a smirk, pointing at her
Bada rolled her eyes, her expression turning playful as she let out a small thank you. She looked around the studio, the cozy environment and the familiar layout calming her somewhat.
The walls of the studio were covered in white paint, though the pink LED lights created a vibrant atmosphere that brought the room together. Some old vinyl records and colorful band posters hung on the walls, adding a hint of personality to the space.
In one corner, a cute black leather two-seater sofa sat beneath a small round armchair. Near the sofa there was a whiteboard hung on the wall. It had some polaroids of Lei and her friends taped to and a few written notes that Bada assumed were from her friends
The recording booth was an added bonus that made the studio even better. Although she didn't mind working in studios without a booth, it definitely improved the songs in the long run.
In another corner, there was a keyboard piano and two guitars on display.
"When Chenle debuted and got his first wage, he bought me that brown guitar" Lei said, catching Bada's fully attention
"I remember telling him to spend his money on things he needed, but he was so stubborn, he still is" Lei continued, both of them laughing.
She sighed at the memory of young Chenle giving her the guitar, a conflicting mix of happiness and sadness flowing through her.
It was a happy yet sad memory for her. He was so happy that day she vividly remembered him saying 'I made it because of you'
She never told anyone she cried a week because of that
"He's a really nice man" Bada said softly, tossing the wrapper in the trash.
"When Soojin first introduced him to us" she went on "I expected him to be awkward and nervous."
"But man was he hyped" she added with a grin.
Lei laughed in response, that sounds like her brother.
"Honestly, I don't know what goes through his mind." Lei grabbed a notebook and pen, opening the first pages to check if she wrote something on it.
Finding nothing, she turned towards the idol and handed it to her
"What's this?" Bada asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the blue notebook. "You want an autograph"
Lei scoffed at the idea, shaking her head. "You wish."
Bada smirked back, turning towards the notebook. "Oh no need to deny it." She began writing something, then signing it. She tore the page and gave it to Lei.
"Yah, to my number one fan?" Lei exclaimed hitting her shoulder lightly "Im not your fan"
Bada's smirk never left her face, she was enjoying this "You act like one"
"I gave you this to write songs," Lei huffed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "Can't even be nice these days."
"Wait." Bada dragged on her words slightly, before repeating what Lei had said in a tone of surprise.
"You gave me this to write songs?" she asked.
A look of confusion filled her face, and she slowly turned towards Lei. "Why?"
"I don't know, you can get inspired and write something," Lei said with a smirk, "you can always use my studio too, I don't mind."
Bada's face lit up with excitement. "Really?" she asked eagerly, her expression turning into a bright smile when the other gitl said yes. "Thank you"
She opened the notebook again and wrote down 'Bada's Lyrics Diary (Australia Version)' in big, bold letters. She began drawing some cute doodles to go along with the title, smiling to herself as the memories came flooding back.
Lei's jaw dropped as she saw that the oreo haired girl started writing already. "You're already writing this fast?" She asked in amazement.
"After all the shit that happened, I definitely had some inspiration" she said with a smile, not looking up
Lei chuckled, coming close to the older girl to see what she was writing. And for the first time in so long, Bada was happy and she had fun. She was quick to judge Lei, cut her some slack, everyone has bad first impressions of someone
Bada was grateful, truly. After two weeks of not being home, of being in a messy state, this would definitely help her feel better. She needed to get back into herself, and making music was definitely the tool to do that.
Today started bad, but it was ending good
And Bada could only thank the girl next to her
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I Won't Stop Until That Girl Is Mine
(Bada Lee x Jam Republic!Reader)
"She is just so- argh!" I said while pacing back and forth frustratedly. Ling and Audrey just watched me with amused expressions.
"Why not just give her a chance? She's already showing a consistent effort towards you." Ling said, and Audrey agreed with Kirsten's statement.
"The word 'no' is not in her vocabulary!" I exclaimed. Just then a knock is heard, Audrey opens the door revealing Tatter.
"Hi Y/n unnie! Bada unnie said to give you this." She handed me a jacket with a number '22' in it.
"What is she planning now?" I asked Tatter but she just shrugged her shoulders.
"Just tell her I said thank you." Tatter nodded and left the room.
"See? Consistent." Ling said after Audrey closed the door.
"I call it obsession. She copied some of my poses on my Instagram posts, when I post a story she will post the same thing, she will even copy my captions?!" I said angrily.
"Shouldn't you be feeling lucky? Everybody has their eyes on her but her eyes are set on you." Audrey said making me sigh. Kirsten comes in, looks like their done.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're doing Bada's." Kirsten said and looked at me with a teasing face.
"Stop that."
"You lose your bet." Kirsten said while chuckling.
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"Come on! Just one date?" Bada said while watching me practice with arms crossed.
"I told you, I'm busy throughout the week." I said and stopped dancing. I grabbed my water which is beside Bada and drank it.
"Aren't you mean enough towards me? Just one date and done." Bada said while staring at me.
"Alright then..." I said making Bada surprised that she straightened her back.
"On one condition..." I turned towards Bada and smirked.
"I will agree to be on a date with you if your choreography gets picked and you got selected as the main dancer." Bada smirked while shaking her head. She cupped my chin and her other hand on my waist. This woman knows my weaknesses.
"You underestimated me, babe." Bada said.
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"Is it already starting?" I said indicating the main dancer competition for the leaders.
"I think, yeah." Ling said.
"I'll follow you there." Ling nodded and went ahead. I was about to close the door when my eyes landed on the jacket that was given by Bada. I sighed, grabbed the jacket and put it on. The jacket even has a 'Lee' on it at the back above the '22'.
I went to the set and saw the leaders warming up. I saw Tatter pointing towards me with her eyes at Bada, Bada turned her head and smiled at me as I went down the stairs.
I sat beside Latrice and she smirked while analyzing the jacket.
"Nice jacket." I rolled my eyes and slapped her shoulders.
"It's a gift." I said.
"I know, I can tell from the surname at the back." Latrice chuckled at my flustered state. I covered my face and leaned down.
"Who's choreography has been chosen?" Shownu asked through the mic.
"It's mine, Bada." Bada's students cheered making me smile in admiration.
"As the leader, I wanted to show our physical strength and aura. The powerful side of us. I considered what I think is the most important, which is the dance you want to try. There's a move of lightning a lighter. I tried to put those kinds of things in the choreography." Bada said with a lot of confidence.
"And Kirsten, was there anything hard during the practice?" I looked at my leader in curiosity.
"Dance, again, is the universal language. There weren't any difficulties, I think." I clapped lightly, satisfied with her answer.
The showdown begins and as expected from the leaders, all of them are good. My eyes somehow always come back at Bada's figure, her body control screams ownership of her choreography. Part of me wants Kirsten to steal it but at the same time, it sucks when someone stole the choreo you worked hard for, right?
The time came where Kirsten and Bada. The judges chose Bada and she immediately turned towards me and smirked. Kirsten and Bada hugged and even kissed Kirsten's cheeks which surprised me. Some of the dancers glanced at me as they know that Bada is pursuing me.
"Alexa, play 'jealous' by Nick Jonas." I nudge Latrice's shoulders. Bada's members went to hug her to congratulate her. Me and the rest also went Kirsten and hugged her tightly.
"It's alright Leader, you still slayed." I winked at her and Kirsten chuckled.
"Yah! Y/n L/n!" I turned towards where the voice came from and saw that it's Bada.
"You still owe me a date!" All of the people in the room began to scream, including the judges. Bada's members and mine make us go forward to be close at each other. Bada opened her arms for me but I got a little hesitant. Emma pushes me instead, making me crash at Bada. Bada gives Emma a thumbs up while laughing.
"Why bother announcing it when you know I have no choice?" I looked up and our eyes met.
"Just in case you forgot about it." She said and pecked my cheeks. The crowd went wild again, some even jumped. I cover my face with my hands and bury my face on Bada's chest. Bada just lets me, enjoying the situation I'm in.
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