#tatter

You had danced your way through life from the earliest days you could remember. Even as a toddler, when most kids were taking their wobbly first steps, you were already entranced by the rhythm and movement that surrounded you. Your parents often recounted the story of how, as soon as you could stand, your head would bob and your tiny feet would shuffle in perfect sync with any catchy tune that caught your ear.

It was as if music and dance were etched into your very DNA, despite your parents not being the most agile of dancers themselves. The sound of a drumbeat or the melodies from a radio could always send you into a whirlwind of joyful motions. As you grew older, your passion for dance manifested in various forms. You explored ballet classes, where your grace and poise quickly caught the attention of your instructors. Tap dance, too, was a realm where your feet seemed to possess an innate understanding of intricate rhythms.

It wasn't until your teenage years that you truly recognized your desire to take dance seriously in life. That's when you found your way to hip-hop and street dance, discovering a completely different universe within the realm of movement. The urban beats, the freedom of expression, and the raw energy of these dance forms resonated with your very soul.

However, the years spent in tap and ballet had felt like a trap. While you became a quick favorite among your instructors, it came with a demand for excellence that weighed heavily on your shoulders. You were talented and skilled, which every teacher loved, but it meant you were representing more than just yourself; you were carrying the expectations of your mentors as well. This pressure transformed you into someone reserved, cold, and quiet – the complete opposite of your former self.

You threw yourself back into the world of dance with dedication, spending hours in front of a mirror perfecting your moves and crafting your own unique style. The exploration of new dance styles came as a relief.

It was during this phase that you crossed paths with your best friend, Noze. You both attended the same dance class in Seoul, a class so popular that you had been waitlisted multiple times before finally securing a spot. Throughout the class, you and the now-trendy dancer bonded, and your dance journeys began to intertwine. Noze wasn't the only one renowned for her grace; your own visual appeal started to make waves in the world of K-pop.

Both you and Noze were chosen as backup dancers for Kai's debut, a move you readily accepted to gain recognition for your skills. Little did you expect your striking beauty to catapult you to social media stardom.

Instantly recognizable in public and gaining around 1 million Instagram followers, your presence alongside Kai further solidified your popularity among fans.

While Noze gained more fame through her participation in SWF Season 1, you continued to rise in prominence by consistently accompanying Kai in his performances. During HallyuPopFest, you made a new friend who would once again alter the course of your life.

The Bada Lee.

You and Bada hit it off almost instantly despite the enigmatic connection between the lovable, extroverted Bada and your reserved, introverted persona. You slowly became a prime example of opposites attracting in the dance world. As your friendship blossomed, someone else watched from the sidelines.

Your intimidating demeanor made it challenging to approach you, and Tatter was perplexed by your growing friendship with Bada. Tatter had met you around the same time as Bada, automatically finding you cool. You carried yourself with sophistication, and your laid-back, magnetic aura left an impression.

Your ethereal beauty, in particular, captivated Tatter's attention. She felt a surge of excitement every time you crossed paths in person, even though she had never been prepared for the real thing.

Thus began Tatter's little crush on you. Like Bada, you possessed leader-like qualities, likely owing to your experience and age. Tatter couldn't help but ponder various questions about you.

Were you and Bada close because of your similar ages? 

Did your shared dance styles play a role?

Despite having contrasting personalities, how had Bada developed such a strong bond with you?

These questions swirled through Tatter's mind, and she never felt the urge to get closer to you, believing that these events were the only times she'd see you. But she was wrong.

When Bada announced the formation of Bebe and revealed its starting members, Tatter hadn't expected to hear your name. In those moments, she wasn't sure whether to feel happy or anxious, as her emotions were always whirlwind around you.

As someone who often kept to yourself, you never really noticed Tatter's presence until you both began working in Bebe. While working on the crew performance video for "What It Is, " you truly observed her. Witnessing her free-spirited, youthful, yet mature personality during the filming occasionally brought a smile to your face. You were gradually developing a fondness for your younger teammates and their personalities.

However, just as Tatter thought this was her opportunity to become closer to you, someone else beat her to it again. Lusher, the third-oldest member of the team, possessed an outgoing personality that made it easy for you to get comfortable and connect with her.

Tatter had assumed you wouldn't appreciate this dynamic, but she was taken aback when she saw you closely listening to Lusher's stories. Your caring eyes, which she had never seen from you before, were locked onto the younger dancer. For Tatter, it was a heart-wrenching sight.

Why couldn't you look at her like that?

This was only a brief moment because Tatter soon noticed that you were becoming caring with everyone, including her. "Taeyoung-ah? You okay?" Bada inquired, her presence jolting Tatter from her inner musings as she observed the tall dancers before them. "Yes, unnie. Just a bit tired," Tatter replied, offering an explanation for her distracted state.

You, noticing her fatigue, pulled out an energy powder pack from your pocket. "Mix it with your water," you suggested, extending the pack towards her. Bada served as an unspoken translator for you giving the smaller girl a smile, and she accepted the pack with a sense of gratitude. "Thank you."

That marked the first full sentence you had ever uttered to the girl, allowing her to experience your voice up close. The sound of your voice was unexpectedly deep, smooth as velvet.

For the most part, Tatter's interactions with you were limited to these moments, even when you were joining the show with them. 

Many of the crews were taken by surprise to see both you and Bada on the same team, considering you were currently among the trendiest figures in the Korean dance scene. Some even speculated that you might be a sub-leader, but during a one-on-one meeting with the taller girl, you politely declined the offer.

"I don't think I fit the sub-leader role," you expressed, taking a sip of your iced tea. Bada began to object, but you stopped her.

"Not with these girls specifically, unnie," you elaborated sincerely. "Lusher is the better pick. Her strong bond with the girls and her caring personality make her the right choice, in this case at least." As a dance teacher, you had experience leading others, but you felt uncertain about your fit within this particular team.

Moreover, the limited chemistry you had with the other members compared to Lusher played a role in your decision.

Bada sighed and sipped her drink, partly saddened by your choice but understanding it based on the explanation. "Fine, I'll tell them tomorrow during class," she conceded, and the two of you continued to chat the night away.

Now, all eight of you sat in the fight zone, the first crew to arrive. Your crew's performance video played on the large screen, and the rest of the girls were astounded by what they saw. Comments from other crews began to pour in, and your emotions were a mix of uncertainty and pride.

The praise initially focused on Bada, acknowledging her as a highly trendy and popular dancer. Then, it shifted to you.

"Y/n is one of the dancers who rose to fame with Kai, right? At the same time as Noze?" Nob from Lady Bounce pointed out, with her team members nodding in agreement. "I'm pretty sure the two are best friends," Biggy added. "So, we have two of the trendiest dancers in Korea on the same team? Do we stand a chance here?" "Clearly not."

"As much as Bada is experienced, Y/n is by far the most versatile on this team," Lia Kim observed, while Harimu couldn't hide her excitement about being on the same show as you. "She's really cool and knows how to capture fans' hearts," 1Million's youngest member said enthusiastically.

Then, the DeepNDap segment returned to the screen, and you braced yourself for what was to come. "She just appeals to the audience because of her pretty face," Mina Myoung commented, a hint of cockiness in her tone. "It's true, though. If she weren't pretty, no one would pay attention to her," Gooseul added, further fueling the critique. You weren't surprised; you had seen how your best friend was treated during the first season, and you had discussed it with her multiple times. So you were well-prepared for the same kind of treatment.

Noze had warned you about it when she found out you'd be on the show. "She doesn't seem to carry herself as a dancer," Yoonji from Mannequeen commented, prompting your annoyance. "All you can really see is her face when she dances." You scoffed at the comment, feeling it was more of a button-pushing tactic. After all, you typically styled yourself similarly to Bada, wearing hats every time you danced.

Bada and you were expected to carry the team, given the comments from some of the other crews. On the other hand, Tatter was affected by the comments about you, as she knew how dedicated and hardworking you were. You couldn't help but notice her change in behavior, assuming it was due to being labeled as "weak students," although it wasn’t the comments of them she was bothered by, it was the comments about you.

"Chin up. Don't let it get to you," you whispered in Tatter's ear, surprising her with the warmth of your breath against her skin. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she nodded fervently, attempting to conceal her emotions. This worked to her advantage as you patted her back before returning to your seat beside Bada.

The time for no-respect battles had arrived, leaving you with just one sticker and a sense of curiosity about who you'd choose as your opponent. The prospect of engaging in two battles hardly fazed you; in fact, you wished for more challenges. The fact that you only had one sticker, despite some teams undermining your crew, brought a smirk to Bada's lips.

"They're probably afraid of you," Bada commented, rubbing your shoulder, to which you responded with a confident smirk. "If they aren't, I can give them something to be afraid of," you declared, eliciting a laugh from Bada, who was clearly amused by your boldness.

Sitting beside you, Tatter observed the exchange, her emotions in a whirlwind as she witnessed your self-assured demeanor. Your smirk seemed to exude a predatory hunger, and it left her feeling a certain kind of way.

Bada had been the first to battle on your team against 1Million's Ready, setting a victorious tone for the day. The win was a source of motivation for the rest of the crew.

After several more battles, Cera was called onto the stage. She grinned and confidently made her way toward your crew, singling you out. "Y/n, let's dance."

Your crew started hyping you up, and you nodded at Mannequeen's youngest. Your heart raced, aware that Cera excelled in battles and unsure why she had chosen you. Your skill sets were entirely different, creating a buzz of anticipation throughout the studio. 

"Cera, why have you picked Bebe's Y/n as your no-respect dancer?" someone from the audience inquired. "I wanna see something new from her," Cera replied with a hint of challenge. "Feels like her style's a bit stale now."

You chuckled lightly. "Let me show you how I dance," you responded nonchalantly, earning admiration from those watching. "I should've bought wedding rings today, one for Bada and one for Y/n," JJ quipped, eliciting laughter from her team. "I'm kind of excited to see what she's gonna show," Minny whispered, pointing at you.

Cera initiated her performance with her iconic slow walk, incorporating her well-known movements. Her impeccable balance on one leg, expressive facial gestures, and powerful arm movements were all familiar, but the audience never grew tired of witnessing her art. As she drew nearer, her perfectly manicured finger traced your jawline, provoking a smirk in response to her gentle touch. Tatter watched, her blood boiling at the sight of this coquettish connection between you and Cera, despite this being your first time performing together.

Tatter couldn't decide if it was the way you stood there, captivating the crowd, or if it was all thanks to Cera's charm that made her uncomfortable. 

Regardless, she didn't like it one bit.

"Chill out," Bada whispered to Tatter, noticing her clenched fist and reddening knuckles. She had been aware of Tatter's crush on you, but this level of jealousy was a new and concerning development. Bada wasn't sure if these feelings could potentially interfere with Tatter's mindset during the competition. “I am, unnie. Don’t worry.”

As they chatted, your turn was about to begin, and they heard ‘Run the World (Girls)’ by Beyonce blaring on the speakers. The song begins at the pre-chorus, and a sly grin takes over as you sway your body to the music.

My persuasion can build a nation

Endless power

You begin by pointing at yourself and slowly raise your leg, mimicking Cera’s move perfectly. You follow up with a double Tour en l'Air and hit a fan kick right before the chorus hits. Tatter’s jaw drops at your insane flexibility since she had only seen you do kpop.

Who run the world? Girls! (Girls!)

Your style switches to step dance as the drums become faster, and everyone's eyes widen.

The loud stomps, claps, and shuffles were heard even with the loud music, proving your strength on the stage. Everyone stares at you, never looking away, as you end the dance by mimicking the lyrics, ‘Who run the world? G-G-Girls!’ with a harsh salute thrown nonchalantly. Screams are heard from around, and you bow with tense shoulders, waiting for the judge's deliberation.

As soon as you spot the three light blue cards, you release the most relieved sigh you've had in a while, drowning in the ecstatic cheers from your Bebe crew members. Amid the celebration, Tatter rushes to you, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, her face nestled against your upper back, evoking a smile from you.

"We were well aware of Cera's battling prowess, but Y/n, you surprised us all," Mike Song remarks, seamlessly switching to English, earning nods from the other two judges. "Step dance is a rarity in Korea even if it is a competitive dance style, and witnessing it today felt like a breath of fresh air," Shownu adds, reflecting the unanimous sentiment in the studio. 

"Y/n, you've shown that your style is anything but stale. It was like a revitalizing force on that stage, powerful and heavy yet refreshing," Monika praises you, prompting multiple bows from you and applause from the audience. "You totally killed it, unnie!" the sub-leader exclaims, her excitement evident as she shakes your arm. You respond with a grateful laugh, and Tatter, standing by your side, can't help but smile, recognizing the new side of yourself you've revealed to them.

You looked like you truly loved dancing.

"You were a monster out there, unnie," Tatter whispers in your ear, her voice filled with awe. You turn to her, taken aback by her bold action and compliment. Your warm smile never fades, and you casually drape your arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Thanks, Tata," you reply, giving her a squeeze on the shoulder. Her face lights up with a blush, pleasantly surprised to hear her nickname from you for the first time.

In the days that followed, your focus shifted to preparing for the kpop mission. Inspired by Bada's triumph in the class mission, the crew's momentum felt unstoppable. On this particular day, the team was hard at work, rehearsing without Bada, who had laid out the dance's framework but left a few details for you to fill in. It appeared that Lusher wasn't at her best today, so you stepped up to assist her in leading the practice.

"Lush, we've got to maintain the pacing and smooth out the transition," you assert, addressing her while also ensuring the rest of the girls hear your guidance. The group makes another attempt, but the coordination is still off. Dancers collide, and a sigh escapes your lips, wearied by the struggle.

"Should I step in for Bada unnie's position while we work through this?" you suggest to the sub-leader, who nods, visibly relieved to have your guidance in this moment of uncertainty.

You counted everyone in and did the Maniac portion of the dance, nailing it more with the sound of the numbers leaving your lips. As you end, you clap, feeling happy once you all have it down. So when Bada came in, and you showed her the dance, she was grateful to see the amazing progress.

“Y/n-ah, can you watch over here with me? I want to see what you think of the first part of Not Shy,” you nod, immediately standing beside her. Bada counts the girls in, and as you try to watch everyone, you find yourself staring at the blond dancer, her confidence never hesitating as she did each move. “So what do you think?” Bada snaps you out of your thoughts.

“We should go a bit harder here,” you say, demonstrating what you’d like to see. “I agree. Let’s fix it up then?” Everyone nods at their leader, as you all kept practicing.

As the moment to showcase the 30-second choreography arrived, a wave of nervousness washed over the younger members. Tsubakill's performance had just concluded, and its strength was undeniable. You couldn't help but acknowledge that it would be a formidable challenge.

When it was Bebe’s turn, everyone was pleased to see the movement, even in awe at the imitation of double doors. It was safe to say you guys secured your place for the JYP battle, but that wasn’t the most frustrating part to come.

During each team’s copy section presentation, you were worried. As your crew added a flip, Tsubakill did as well, and Yumeri was surely confident when doing so. You knew you could’ve done the stunts yourself if needed, but you wanted the other girls to shine. So Tatter was given the hard challenge.

Practice seemed to be going well for you all, but everything began to crumble when it was time to film. As Tatter tries hitting the first flip, she stumbles, even kicking Lusher a little, and it takes every fiber in your body to keep going. Then the second flip comes, and she fails again, her depressed face more evident. Other crews did their best to cheer the girl on, which worked, as you could all finish.

From across the stage, you hurried to reach the girl, gently placing your hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay?" you inquired, concern lacing your voice. She nodded, determined to hold back her tears, and you pulled her into a comforting hug. Having experienced self-disappointment yourself, you knew how painful it could be. "It's okay. You did great, Tata," you assured her, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her, and it seemed to work, at least momentarily.

As you all took your seats, Tatter sat beside you, head bowed in dejection. Your heart ached at the sight, and you couldn't resist holding her hand, offering silent support. Another hug followed, no words spoken, just the comforting warmth of your embrace and the reassuring patting of her head. She relaxed in response to your touch, leaning in to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your neck.

Your heart raced at the intimacy of the moment, feeling her breath brush against your neck. You tried to push aside the swirling thoughts, knowing that now wasn't the right time, but the connection between you and Tatter had become impossible to ignore.

You never thought of her this way before, so why was it happening now?

Throughout the day, Tatter remained close by your side, clutching your hand like a lost puppy. As the night drew to a close and everyone began packing their bags, you couldn't help but notice Tatter's hesitation to leave the practice room.

Bada, too, seemed to pick up on her reluctance and expressed her concern. Tatter had struggled with her stunts, and although you wanted to assist, you were already occupied, helping the two youngest members of the crew. "Do you plan to stay?" Bada inquired gently, directing your attention to Tatter, who nodded in response.

"Don't overexert yourself, Taeyoung. You'll do good on stage," Bada assured her, patting her back as if suggesting she should head home instead.

"I'll stay with her, unnie," you asserted, placing your belongings back on the floor. Tatter looked at you, a touch of confusion in her eyes, while Bada regarded you with a questioning gaze. "Are you sure? It's already 1 a.m., Y/n."

"I'll make sure she doesn't push herself too hard. I've got it," you reassured the older dancer, and she nodded, placing her trust in you. Once Bada left the room, a quiet atmosphere enveloped the two of you. Tatter appeared somewhat reluctant to begin, but you gently encouraged her, saying, "Come on, let me assist you so I can get you home for some much-needed rest."

You laid out a soft mat in the center for a cushion, patting your hand down on it. "Give it a shot and show me what you've got at the moment," you encouraged. Tatter reluctantly accepted her current limitations and made another attempt at the stunt, but her balance wavered, causing her to fall.

"Try putting more energy into the initial walk. The momentum will carry you through the flip," you suggested. She followed your advice, managing to execute the move, although it appeared somewhat messy at this stage. Without a word, you stepped in, gently taking her arms and guiding her back into the headstand, using your hands to steady her at the waist.

Tatter's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and it wasn't solely due to the strenuous stunts she had been attempting. No, it was your gentle touch on her exposed skin that sent her heart racing. "You should focus on maintaining a better balance on your head and engaging your core muscles more," you advised her, your fingertips lightly tracing the contours of her abdomen. 

She made an effort to follow your guidance, and for a moment, it appeared as though she had improved. However, when you attempted to release your support, she stumbled once more, this time toppling directly onto you.

In an attempt to prevent her from further harm, you swiftly maneuvered your right arm beneath her head. Tatter had her eyes tightly shut, bracing herself for potential pain. But when it didn't come, she cautiously opened her eyes to the sight of you, hovering protectively above her. Your gaze bore a deep concern as you leaned closer, gently moving her blonde strands out of the way.

The room was shrouded in silence, and you couldn't help but wonder why the girl couldn't meet your eyes. Then, the realization struck you—your current position left you both in a somewhat awkward situation, causing a momentary freeze. Tatter, however, slowly fluttered her eyes open, doing her best to appear composed, and you couldn't help but find her stunning. Her golden hair sprawled across the floor, a delicate blush gracing her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath. You found it difficult to maintain eye contact at that moment, only regaining some semblance of composure when she whispered your name, "Unnie?"

You could almost hear yourself gulping at the whispered tone, meeting her gaze again. “Yes?”

“Thanks for staying with me.” She says, delicately pulling you into a hug, which causes your body to weigh down on hers.

Your mind was now in a frenzy at the close contact, feeling her body on yours. Trying to recover, you stand up quickly, shaking away the feelings. Your arm reaches down, and Tatter gladly accepts the help with a smile, “Come on, you’ll get this down.”

Tatter then does the part again, taking your advice, and lands the headstand and follows it up with the next move. Your eyes widened as she got it down quickly, excitedly clapping for her. She goes in for another hug, which you gladly reciprocate with a chuckle, “I’m proud of you,” you mumble, and Tatter hears the pure, genuine feeling in your voice. “Let’s go now?” You ask her, and she nods.

It had been two days after that night, finally being performance day, but you couldn’t shake away the thoughts of Tatter in your mind. It got you anxious to even step up on stage, but luckily, Tsubakill was first, so you had time to gather yourself together.

You had decided to make a bold choice. Always being known for your long-sleeved shirts, you tried something different, sporting a white sleeveless crop top instead. Specifically choosing it for one particular scene – when Lusher was in front, and we had to lift her shirt with our mouths.

Your eyes meet Tatter’s figure as she stretches and you make your way over to her. “Feeling good today?” You ask, but when she looks up, her jaw almost drops seeing you in the unfamiliar attire. You always opted to wear anything that hid your tattoos as they were a bit large, so when she sees you, her face goes red as usual. Tatter’s vision falls to the flower tattoo you had, that seems to settle on your underboob and it cascaded down to your hip. then and there, she just found you ten times hotter in the moment. “Um, Y- yeah. I feel good today.”

Definitely more than good, but moving on.

The crew watched Tsubakill go first backstage, and it made you all nervous to see them do so well, getting insane reactions from the crowd as well. You had to shake the feeling away when it was your turn to head up.

As the performance began, the crowd was electrified. The dance was fierce and dynamic, and our chemistry was palpable. You took the center position with Minah by your side as you two laughed manically, the acting being on point, as you can see Monika being thoroughly impressed. The moment of truth came when Lusher took center stage, and the crew began to lift her shirt. You watch everyone’s eyes widen when sheathing the large ink on your chest, and with Tatter behind you, she also sees the spinal tattoo.

Were you just planning on hiding your tatted self from the world? That was all she could think of, but she had to continue the dance.

Tatter's surprise had deepened, and you couldn't help but smile during the performance. The dance was a revelation, not just for the audience but for Tatter as well. 

As we stood on the stage after your electrifying performance, you realized that Tatter's perception of you had shifted slightly. Her eyes became more daring every time you made eye contact, making you smirk. After the last few days, you realized that you maybe liked the girl, but this truly confirmed it for you. It was a realization that went beyond the dance floor. Tatter was seeing you in a new light, and it was a powerful connection unfolding before the both of you.

After the stage and the shooting were done, you decided to wait for her outside the building after changing into more comfortable clothing. You needed some fresh air, a moment to process the cyclone of emotions that had swept through the night. Tatter emerged from the building, her eyes still filled with the magic of the performance.

You looked at her, a sense of nervousness settling in your chest. The air was charged with the hype of the night, and it felt like the perfect moment. You took a deep breath and finally said the words that had been on your mind for a while.

"Tatter, would you like to go on a date with me?" You asked, voice a little uncertain, but eyes filled with sincerity. Tatter's surprise was evident, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. But then, her eyes sparkled with joy, and a radiant smile spread across her face. "Of course, unnie. I’d love to," she replied, her voice filled with excitement and happiness.

At that moment, under the starry night sky, it felt like the universe had aligned to create a connection that was as intricate and beautiful. The journey with Bebe had brought you together, and your shared passion for dance had set the stage for a new chapter in our lives.

As you walked away from the building, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny in the air. Now, it felt like you truly fit in with the team.

A/n: this took so long to write... has little to no motivation whatsoever😭

Only when all the other members had left was the issue more apparent to Sowoen. When she got to the practice room today, she noticed a strange scent in the air but decided to ignore it. Nobody else seemed to have noticed it, so she assumed she was just imagining things. 

When it went down to just the three of them, it became apparent the smell was Taeyoung. And it had only grown stronger. Sowoen didn’t understand why the scent of citrus exuding from her had only now started to disrupt her focus. This is how Taeyoung always smelt. She's sure of it. After all, it was her favorite scent out of the omegas in the group. 

Whatever was up with her, she had to ignore it, and she couldn’t let her group down just because she was having an off day. 

Bada had seen the frustration and anger coming from the maknae. She knew she was trying her best, doing the best she could. That’s why she said nothing when the other Bebe members bid her goodbye, asking her when she was leaving. Opting to stay with the maknae instead. Bada knows how upsetting and lonely it can feel in the practice room late at night, and she didn’t want that for Sowoen.

And as Taeyoung was practically a second leader to Bada, she had decided to stay with the maknae as well. Standing by her side, doing the movements with her, over and over. Still, somehow, despite how exhaustion and tiredness of 3 am hours had rolled around, Taeyong had been the one to lighten the mood for the three. Still managed to crack some jokes here and there. 

It did seem like Sowoen's hard work was starting to pay off. Perhaps it was the pressure of knowing that her unnies wouldn’t leave unless she had gotten the moves down. As the hours went by, the moves had started to click with her. 

So here they were. Still stood by Soewon's side for the past few hours.

Bada looked down at her phone, where the song they had been practicing for the past few hours had been queued up time and time again. She pressed play on the song at let the music ring out for the nth time that night. 

Sowoens got it; she nodded to herself. Parts where she had previously faltered or forgotten, she had managed to recall the moves, doing them in almost perfect sync with Taeyoung. 

Focus, focus, focus, that was the only thing running through Sowoen's mind. She looked at herself in the mirror. Even she was able to see she had improved. She felt more confident in herself than before with each move. So confident, in fact, she let her gaze wander to the side of her.

To Taeyoung.

The sweat coating her skin, falling down her neck. As she whipped her head, hitting the next beat of the dance. In between each movement, Soewon could hear the hard breaths of air she was exhaling. 

With every inhale, the citrusy scent was growing stronger, engulfing all of Sowoen's senses. She was trying. She really was. She tried to redirect her eyes back to herself, but no matter how hard she tried, they kept glancing back at Taeyoung, imagining what she would look like, exhausted in another way. 

Her head was starting to hurt. Her vision was getting blurry, with tunnel vision only focusing on Taeyoung. She shook her head.

No

Focus, focus, focus, she was oh so desperately trying. 

But, before Sowoen knew it, she found herself tripping on her own feet, followed by her body colliding with the hardwood floor of the dance studio. 

“Sowoenie, oh my god, are you okay?” Taeyoung stood over her, face riddled with concern. 

“Ye-yeah, i- i jus-”.

Cutting her words off, the overwhelming scent of citrus again filled her nostrils. She looked up at Taeyoung. This. This was her fault, Sowoen reasoned. Getting up off the ground, she towered over Taeyoung. So small, so delicate. 

“Why do you smell like that?” Sowoen took a deep inhale; the scent was practically in her head, and she couldn’t think of anything else right now. Just that scent, just Taeyoung. She wanted. No needed it. 

“Sm-smell li-like what?” Taeyoung stuttered as she had never seen the maknae act this way before. Sensing the newfound tension in the air between the two, Bada had gotten up and stood next to them. 

“Citrus, it's you.” Sowoens eyes bored into Taeyoung. Who only looked back at her with utter confusion. Of course, she knew it was her scent, but she knew for a fact that she had taken her scent blockers today. 

Bada took a deep sniff of the air, trying to catch the scent Sowoen had been talking about. Upon inhaling the air, she smelt nothing. Sniffing a bit deeper, she was able to pick up the scent of a slight citrus. That was normal, though. It shouldn’t be anything that would make Sowoen's nose act up unless. 

And then it hit her.

“You’re rutting.” Bada's words practically felt like a knife as they cut through Sowoen and Taeyoung's confrontation. Sowoen whipped her head to look at Bada. 

“No, I- I- don’t,” She stuttered. Sowoen hadn’t ever rut before. She knew that it would probably hit her sometime this year as she had just recently turned 19. She didn’t think it would be this soon, especially not here. 

“You wouldn’t be able to smell Taeyoung like that anyway else,” Bada concluded. She, herself an alpha, knew all the signs of an upcoming rut. The heightened senses, the irritability, the inability to think of anything else but breeding. 

“Couldn’t you sense it coming?” Bada quirked an eyebrow at her as she asked. 

Sowoen's cheeks started to heat up upon being asked this question. Suddenly feeling the eyes of both her unnies on her, waiting for her answer. 

“I-i’ve never rut before, i-i don’t know.” Sowoen bowed her head, looking at the ground. 

Bada nodded her head. She couldn’t blame the maknae for not knowing the signs. Now, she was starting to feel bad for pushing her so hard during this dance practice. She would've sent her home if she knew how the maknae was feeling. A tap on her arm broke her away from her thoughts. 

“What should we do?” Taeyoung asked. Although it wasn’t inherently her fault, she still felt bad. She had been around some overbearing, aggressive alphas in the past who hadn’t been able to control themselves at the very scent of an omega. She wonders how Sowoen, a relatively new presenting alpha, has been able to control herself this entire time, not just around her but also the other four omegas in the group. 

Bada felt that the two options here were cut and dry. Taeyoung helps Sowoen through her rut right now. Or they somehow lug Sowoen back to her house and let her parents deal with it. Looking at the state of the maknae, whose eyes were still firmly planted on the ground, while she had a light sheer of sweat coating her skin, thought the right answer would be obvious. Saying that, though, she wouldn’t force Taeyoung into accepting the first option either.

“Do you want to help her, you know?” Bada quirked an eyebrow.

Hearing those words had caught Sowoen's attention. Her head perked up as she looked to Taeyoung to see her answer. 

It’s her first rut. How bad could it be, Taeyoung thought to herself. 

“Ye-yeah, I-i’ll help her.” 

“Th-thank you, unnie,” Sowoen said with the utmost sincerity.

It didn’t take long for Taeyoung to feel her back collide with the hardwood floor, as the maknae had, by all means, tackled her to the ground. Leaving sloppy kisses all over her neck. 

“H-hey Sowoen, wait a second.” She used way too much strength than usual to push the maknae, getting her to stop. She unzipped the hoodie she had been wearing, now only left in a simple sports bra. Taeyoung could practically see the fireworks in Sowoen's eyes as she went back down to kissing her neck, leaving little bites here and there. 

Taeyoung smelt so good she needed more. Sowoen kept trying to dig her nose deeper and deeper into the crook of Taeyoung's neck, trying to get as close as possible to her. She needed her; she needed to get closer. 

She needed to be in her. 

Sowoen started bucking her hips inconsistently against Taeyoung's thigh as she continued to leave sloppy kisses that had now traveled down to her chest. The maknae had started pawing at Taeyoung's clothed breasts, too much in her own mind to comprehend much around her. All she knew was that she needed more of this delicious scent. 

Bada looked at Sowoen. She resembled what could be described as an excited puppy right about now with the way she was just grinding against Taeyoung's thigh, her hands trying to grasp onto any skin Taeyoung let her, with the little breath whimpers that fell from her mouth with every passing moment. 

The maknae was adorable. She wondered if she had looked this cute and excited during her first rut. 

Taeyoung had started to grow impatient. She knew that the young girl didn’t know what she was doing, but god damn. 

“So-Sowoenie,” Taeyoung's voice was shaky as she pushed Sowoen's head away for the 2nd time that night. 

“You need more. I know you do. Come on,” Taeyoung whined, hoping that would be enough to get Sowoen to do something.

Sowoen just looked at Taeyoung like a confused puppy before quirking her head to the side.

Fuck she's cute as all Taeyoung could think.

“Take her shorts off,” They heard Bada say from the side. What the fuck, Taeyoung had somehow forgotten that she had been here this entire time. If there were a better time and place for your team leader to see you get fucked she would love to hear it. 

Catching the not-so-subtle hint from Bada, Sowoen, still coherent enough, managed to move the hand that wasn’t squeezing Taeyoungs tit. Down till it reached the waistband of her shorts and tried to tug them down. However, she was having some trouble doing so, and before Taeyoung could say anything, she heard the sound of fabric ripping. 

God dammit, she was going to have to buy some new shorts.

And she knows she hears Bada let out a snicker from the sidelines. 

“Take yours off too, Sowoenie.” They once again heard Bada.

Taeyoung swears she heard Sowoen let out a loud huff before seeing her sweatpants tossed across the room. Now, only in her boxers could Taeyoung feel the maknaes bulge in the closest proximity. Her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. She was big. 

Sowoen continued to kiss Taeyoung's chest down to her tummy, stopping at the waistband of her panties, looking up at Taeyoung like a puppy, asking permission from her owner. Heh, cute, she thought as she nodded. Feeling the maknae tug down her panties, thankfully not ripping them like her poor shorts. 

She doesn’t know why she wasn’t able to notice before, but she was so wet. Maybe it was her body's innate nature to grow with arousal around alphas, or Sowoen's clumsy movements were actually doing something for her. Whatever it was, she was wet and hadn’t been this wet in a long while. The maknae was still stuck grinding her bulge against her thigh, and by this time, she could feel the precum leaking through her boxers onto her skin. 

“I-in-inside pl-please.” Since when did her voice get so whiny? Taeyoung wondered to herself.

Sowoens was bucking her hips with nothing but excitement to finally get in something. As a result, the head of her cock was ghosting over her folds, poking the soft flesh every so often. Just making Taeyoung writhe and whine even more. Sowoen was so close to where she needed it most. Taeyoung tried to move her hips in tandem with the maknae but to no avail. 

Finally, catching the attention of Bada, who was now Sowoen's side, the leader looked down at Taeyoung with that stupid grin on her face. Bada was having too much fun watching this show unfold, but seeing how desperate Taeyoung was and, well, how blissfully unaware Sowoen was of the latter's desperation, she had to intervene. 

Bada reached one of her hands between Taeyoung's legs and manually spread her folds with her ring and index finger, eliciting a muffled moan from her before Bada fixed her eyes back on the maknae. 

“Okay, Sowoenie, you want aim here, okay?” Bada instructed the maknae. She used her middle finger to essentially point to exactly where Sowoen needed to go. 

And the guidance did, in fact, work as Sowoen took hold of her length and aimed her cockhead precisely where Bada had pointed to and began to insert the head of her cock inside her, making Taeyoung let out a loud moan rip from her throat. 

“Shit, she's that big, huh” Bada commented. She knew the younger was big just by judging from where she was, but god. 

It didn’t take long for Sowoen to ease her entire length into Taeyoung, giving the girl under her what was definitely not enough time to adjust before she started to buck her hips into the girl below her. Making Taeyoung reach for anything to grab onto, and it just so happened to be the maknaes clothed back. She began clawing at her back, trying to get used to the intrusion inside of her. 

Sowoens lips were back on Taeyoungs neck, sucking at the soft flesh, letting her tongue graze over the skin. Her hand that had been dancing on top of Taeyoung's sports bra-cladded chest had made its way under and was now squeezing one of them in her hands. The fabric had seemingly gotten in her way, though, because before Taeyoung could even process what was happening, she heard the sound of fabric being ripped. 

Another article of clothing she has to buy, god dammit. 

The maknaes hips were moving more sporadically as her knot started to form; her body was practically engulfing Taeyoungs much smaller frame. She just needed to feel as close as possible to her as she could. Sowoen's mouth had traveled back down to Taeyoung's chest, letting her tongue lap at the peak of her nipple. Then she took it into her mouth fully, suckling on the hardening peak in her mouth. 

Her thrusts started getting faster and rougher, the sounds of wet skin hitting against each other filling the room with every grind of Sowoen's hips. Her pelvis rubbing up against Taeyoungs clit was making her near closer and closer to the edge.

“Remember, Sowoenie, you have to get your knot inside of her, okay? You’ll feel better after,” Bada patted the maknaes head with her free hand. The other one had found its way into her sweatpants and was lazily stroking her cock over the fabrics. 

Sowoen just let out a whimper in acknowledgment to Bada. Nevertheless, she listened with a few clumsy thrusts before a particularly hard one managed to pop the knot into Taeyoung, making her release a loud guttural moan. Her knot was huge, and she was feeling so stretched out, so overwhelmed, she didn’t know how Sowoen was able to manage it. But, her two hands were feeling like 10, with the way they were practically feeling up every portion of her body. 

As Sowown teetered closer and closer to the edge, she started putting more effort into the thrusts. Although they were still clumsy, it was clear Sowoen knew what she was going after. With each buck of her hips, a low grunt fell from her mouth. The suckling on Taeyoung's nipples was getting rougher, with the previously soothing lips of Sowoen turning into the feeling of her teeth having more and more contact with her skin. No doubt leaving a mark in the process. 

Not long after, after a few more uncoordinated thrusts, Sowoen had came, her knot inflating, stretching Taeyoung out even more, sending her into her own overwhelming orgasm. She hadn’t taken an alpha knot in a while, and good god, was Sowoens by far the biggest she’d had. As Sowoeun erupted inside of her, she let out what was a seemingly never-ending amount of seed from her cock, and due to her inflated knot, it showed no signs of seeping out.

Sowoen had her arms resting beside Taeyoung's head, as her own head was buried in her chest. Letting out little moans from her first harsh, rutting orgasm, the aftershocks still had an effect on her. While Taeyoung was in her own post-orgasm haze, her arms had found their way to Sowoen's neck, holding the younger girl closer. Her body was still quivering, her walls still contracting around Sowoens cock as if she was trying to milk her for all she got.

A few moments had passed, and Bada was sat close to the pair; her hand had found its way beneath her sweatpants, just lazily stroking her hard cock. 

Until she very loudly cleared her throat, catching the attention of the pair intertwined together. Sowoen managed to perk up a little, turning to Bada, as she was very much still enjoying the warmth Taeyoung was providing. 

“Was Taeyoung a good omega for you, Sowoenie?” 

Like Bada even had to ask, just looking at the state the young girl was in is all you needed to see that she had been more than enjoying herself. 

Sowoen immediately nodded her head like an excited puppy.

“She’s very warm.” The young alpha was practically glowing, clearly liking how things played out.

“Mmmmmm bred her so well,” Bada hummed, fixing her gaze onto Taeyoung, whose grip on the maknae had loosened but made no effort to try to push her off her.  Bada pondered in her head for a couple of seconds before making up her mind. Maybe if Bada thought for a few more seconds, she would realize that she wasn’t thinking straight. Perhaps it had something to do with the strong mix of pheromones wafting in the air, the intense scents practically choking her. It was messing with her head. 

“Don’t you think Unnie deserves a turn, Sowoenie?” Bada tutted.

“If unnie thinks so,” Sowoen looked up at Bada with wide eyes. Her pupils were blown wide.

“Good answer,” Bada smirks, gazing back at where the pair were connected. 

“You’re gonna have to pull out of Taeyoung, though, okay?” Bada said more as a command than a question.

“O-okay, unnie,” Sowoen mumbled. It was clear who was in charge of the situation, not that Sowoen really minded. She was happy to listen to her leader, listen, and do whatever she pleased. 

Thankfully, as the minutes leading up to this had passed, Sowoen's knot had slowly deflated, making it easier to ease her way out of Taeyoungs. Much to the latter's display, her arms were still wrapped around Sowoens neck, whimpering as Sowoens cock began to leave her. 

Bada had repositioned herself so she was in front of the pair, and there she had a front-row seat to watching Sowoens load dripping out of her pussy. Bada isn’t sure if it’s because of Sowoens first rut, but she was in awe with how much cum was being pushed out with every contraction of Taeyoungs pussy walls. The fluid was overflowing down to Taeyoungs asshole and even beginning to pool onto the floor. She should be thankful that the Street Women Fighter staff had made it mandatory for all omegas, betas, and alphas to be on some sort of contraception; otherwise, there was no doubt in Bada's mind that Taeyoung would have been knocked up right now. 

Once Sowoen had pulled out of Taeyoung, the young girl had flopped onto the ground next to her. It was somewhat cute to Bada in a way, with the way Sowoen had previously been up on Taeyoung aimlessly humping her, running off nothing but pure excitement and well hormones. And looking at her now, her bangs were stuck to her forehead due to the sweat that was still coating her skin, not to mention her cock still covered with the mixed fluid of her and Taeyongs.

“Sit up and watch Unnie,” Bada said in a way that sounded like a command. It was enough for Sowoen to immediately shoot up from her spot lying on the ground to sitting up, staring at Bada. Focusing on her next move.

Bada shifted her focus to Taeyoung, who still lay limp on the ground. Although the deep breathing had subsided by now, and she had managed to catch her breath, she showed no intentions of moving.

“Looks like you gave our maknae here a good first rut experience,” Bada motioned towards the young girl.

“It's a shame her first rut will be her best,” Taeyoung teased. 

“You’re that cocky, huh?” Bada scoffed. 

“Never met an alpha that didn’t want to hit twice after being with me once.” She shrugged with a smirk on her phase. 

“You want to test that?” Bada's tone dropped as she glanced down at her hard-on, then back up at Taeyoung. 

“What’re you waiting for?”  She said in a smug tone.

It seemed that in one swift motion, Bada was able to completely rearrange her and Taeyoung's positions. Bada was now the one with her back to the floor with Taeyoung straddling her waist. 

Sowoen was in complete and utter awe. She didn’t understand how Bada was able to make all those moves so smoothly. She kept watching the older women, hoping somehow a bit of that relaxed yet suave nature would rub off on her.

Bada had started grinding her hips, her cock still locked in the confines of her sweatpants, practically bursting from the fabric waiting to be released. Taeyoung ground against Bada, trying to match her movements. She could feel the combined fluids of herself and Sowoen leaking through Bada's sweatpants. 

“Grinding on me like a slut” Bada spat as she reaches her hands to settle them on Taeyoungs waist. 

“Well, you like it, don't you? I can feel how hard you are,” Taeyoung retorted. 

Bada growled. Who did Taeyoung think she was to talk down to her? She halted her movements, not failing to see the confusion on Taeyoung's face as she tried to move her hips against Bada's strong grip to no avail.

She was able to keep Taeyoung still enough for her to ever so slightly pull down her sweatpants and boxers just enough for her cock to spring out. Upon doing that, the tip of Bada's cock swiped against Taeyoungs core, making her let out an unrestrained moan.

“You want it?” Bada's tone was dripping in lust. She dragged her tip over Taeyoungs folds, ghosting over her already sensitive clit made her gasp. Bada continued on dipping her cock so close to where she needed it most but never gave in. 

Taeyoung was really trying to bite her lip, trying to keep her noise restrained. But the way Bada was talking to her had her so fucking horny, to put it bluntly. It was so different from how Sowoen treated her. The young girl had treated her more like a reward that she was happy to receive. It felt like Sowoen was trying to keep her close. While Bada was different, her tone was low and rough. She was treating her like a toy, and she liked it. She liked feeling the older woman's tight grip around her waist, the way she was able to easily pick her up and put her up on her lap. 

She was usually never this needy. The majority of the time, she was satisfied with one orgasm, though this time, Taeyoung wanted more. She wanted more of Bada. 

 “i-inside,” Taeyoung just barely audible mumbled out. 

“Mmmm, didn’t catch that one more time,” Bada mocked. 

“I- just pl-please.” Taeyoung felt like she was going to go crazy.

“Say it clearly for me.” 

Bada looked to the side of her and met with the youngest girl's eyes blown wide, staring back at her. 

“And Sowoenie” Bada demanded. Picking up her pace, she drew little whimpers from Taeyoungs as she continued to tease her entrance. 

“Need you i-inside,” Taeyoung finally choked out. 

“Did you hear that, Sowoenie?” Bada looked back over to Sowoen, seeing her immediately shake her head yes.

With that, Bada gave no further warning as she plunged her cock into Taeyoungs waiting core, eliciting in her letting out a loud-high, pitched moan, followed by her previously stoic stature faltering. She had lunged forward, being caught by Bada, easily able to be held close to her with one arm. Not giving her any time to adjust, Bada started to shallowly grind her hips. 

Every movement Bada made, Taeyoung felt so deep inside of her. She had her eyes closed and bit her lip. If she thought Sowoen was big, Bada was a whole other beast. She doesn’t know how she has been able to keep it confined in those sweatpants for so long. She had just been lucky the leftover combination of fluid of her and Sowoen had made it somewhat easier for Bada to sink into her heat. 

“Thank you for stretching her out for me, Sowoenie,” Bada spoke before focusing back on Taeyoung. 

She was in no rush; she was keeping the same slow, brutal pace, slowly dragging her cock out to the tip before plunging back in. Bada could feel Taeyoung writhing in her arms, doing nothing but holding her tighter, preventing her from finding any sort of stimulation herself. 

“Such a slut. Want another alpha to cum in you already?” Bada spat.

“You’re just meant to be alphas little cum slut aren’t you?” Bada raised her free hand and tugged Taeyoung's hair, making her look at her. 

“Answer me,” Bada demanded. 

“Y-yes, pl-please I want alphas cum” Taeyoung begged, her body thrashing against Badas, trying to find any sort of relief, to no avail. 

Bada looked back over to Sowoen, seeing that she had already grown hard again. Must be that rut, Bada thought to herself. She knew it was only a matter of time before Sowoen had gotten her first taste of knotting inside an omega before she’d want to do it again. 

And, of course, Bada knew just the trick that would satiate the young alpha enough. Bada snaked one of her hands down Taeyoungs ass down her crack till she ghosted over her unbreached hole. Immediately feeling Taeyoung struggle in her grasp again. 

“Stop it. You said you would help Sowoenie,” Bada growled. 

Thankfully Taeyoungs asshole still had remnants of her and Sowoens combined fluids dripping in and around the unbreached hole. Bada slowly started pressing, hearing Tayoung let out a string of No’s followed by a loud gasp as Bada inserted the tip of her finger inside her ass.

Along with the shallow thrusts Bada was still giving, her finger had started going in and out of Taeyong's hole. This continued on for another couple minutes or so before Bada started to insert another finger, scissoring the two digits in her hole and stretching her out a bit. After all, Sowoen was going to need to fit, and Bada knew Taeyoung wasn’t going to be able to take her without at least a little bit of prep.

“Sowoenie, come here,” Bada motioned for the younger girl to come closer. The young girl moved quickly over to her.

“You’re hard again, aren’t you” She glanced between Sowoen's legs, her hard cock looking back at her. 

“Y-yeah,” Sowoen shyly got out. 

“You want to cum again, too, right?” 

Sowoen nodded, a blush of red growing on her cheeks. 

“Luckily for us, our omega has oh so graciously offered up her ass for you,” Bada said matter of factly. 

Sowoen wasn’t really sure what to think. She obviously hadn’t done anal before, and she didn’t want to hurt Taeyoung. Then again, from what she's seen online, it's supposed to be different from a pussy, maybe even better. And that sounded good to Sowoen. Taeyoungs pussy had already felt so good around her. Whos to say her ass won’t feel even better. This is what Bada wanted her to do, after all. And how could she be wrong? 

Bada had planted her feet on the ground and spread her legs a bit to make room for the maknae. Sowoen was kneeling right in front of the pair. She could see how Bada was still grinding her hips against Taeyoung.

“What’re you waiting for, Sowoenie? I stretched her out for you,” She heard Bada say. 

Sowoen edged closer to them, grabbing ahold of her cock. Running the tip of it over Taeyoungs asshole, letting some of the spurting precum drips inside. Before she began to press her tip into the hole, she slowly started to feed her length into her.  She swears she could hear Taeyoung let out a choked sob before it was muffled by Bada, shoving her face closer to her chest. 

It had taken a few moments for Sowoen to get comfortable inside Taeyoung, and it felt good. It did feel different from a pussy. She wouldn’t say it felt better for her, but it was different. A good difference. 

“I’m going to thrust first, then you okay? Try to keep up,” She heard Bada say. 

Sowoen all of a sudden felt her mouth go dry at the last part of Badas' sentence, so she just shot the older girl a simple thumbs up. 

They were clumsy at first, with them not being able to meet each other thrusts. But, somehow, they had gotten the hang of it. Each thrust made Taeyoung let out a guttural moan. The thin wall kept them from feeling each other's bare skin. It was a strange sensation to Sowoen. She was able to feel Bada's cock thrusting in as she pulled out. She could feel how strong Badas thrusts were against her shallow ones, and did it feel good. 

Bada was the one who started to pick up her pace, it had been a couple of hours since this whole thing had started, and she was the only one who had yet to cum. She looked down against her chest to see Taeyoung's face stained with tears as she let out little whimpers into her sweatshirt. “Such a cockslut for us, Taeyoung, taking us at the same time,” Bada's voice was low. 

“Isn’t she, Sowoenie?”

“Y-yeah, g-good omega,” Sowoen managed to stutter out as she was trying to focus on her thrusts working in tandem with Badas. 

Bada was able to snake her hand between her and Taeyoung, reaching for her lower belly. Feeling the bump she made with every thrust of her cock indenting itself into her tummy made Bada was to go faster. Wanting to fill her up with her load.

Sowoen had managed to keep up with Bada's fast pace, feeling herself edge closer to the cumming as well. It seemed that the older woman was able to tell because she had planted her feet on the ground and started thrusting rougher and faster into Taeyoung. 

By this point, Taeyoung's voice was hoarse. She was barely able to moan anymore, just letting out little gasps and whimpers here and there. She had lost count of the orgasms she had. Where they started and where they ended had begun to blur together.

The fast pace Bada had set with Sowoen managing to meet was starting to get to both of them, their thrusts becoming inconsistent. With Bada’s thrusts having become lazier, her just trying to feel as much as Taeyoung as possible. And Sowoen's rut mindset has seemingly made its appearance again with the way she thrust into Taeyoung in short bursts of energy. 

Sowoen was the first one to break, unloading her load into Taeyoungs asshole. Out of some sort of miracle, Sowoen's knot hadn’t inflated the entire time. Perhaps it had something to do with how strong her first one of the night was earlier. She didn’t know. As she came, she let out a loud whimper, followed by herself becoming limp, draping her body over Taeyoung's lower half. 

Bada, on the other hand, still had a few more thrusts left in her and used that last bit of energy to fuck into Taeyoung hard and fast, pressing onto the bump in her belly once more, urging her to want to fill the omega up, with her seed. Her loud grunts with every thrust getting louder, she wasn’t sure if it was animalistic instincts inside of her or the pure extortion she was feeling. 

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum” Bada growled as she came, her hips continuing to stutter in shallow thrusts inside of Taeyoung. The ropes of cum kept going with each movement of Bada's hips till her orgasm had stopped. 

Moments passed, and Taeyoung began to recover a bit. She felt so full, Bada's cock still in her pussy and Sowoens still in her ass. Both of their loads deep inside her, she felt good, so warm, so satisfied. Her body was pressed up against Bada's much bigger one. The older girl's arms were holding her close. While Sowoen was draped over her ass, her head resting on her lower back, her arms somehow had found themselves wrapped around her lower body. 

Bada reached one of her hands to brush Taeyoung's hair out of her face. Seeing that it was stained with tears. 

“You okay?” Bada softly asked. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You guys were just kinda rough,” Taeyoung said. 

“Mmmm, you kinda asked for it.” Bada shrugged that shit-eating grin back on her face. 

“Whatever,” Taeyoung muttered, too tired to poke back at Bada anymore. She opted to lean into the warmth inside of her, just enjoying the feeling of being so full. 

Bada looked down at her watch, seeing that it read 5 am. 

Shit, Bada thought.

It's way too late to bring Sowoen to her parent's house now. It is better for all of them if they just stay at her apartment for the night. It was only a short walk from the practice room, after all. 

“We should go, it's late. You guys can both stay at my place for the night,” She announced. 

“I’d agree, but good luck waking her up,” Taeyoung said, muffled into Bada’s sweatshirt. 

Bada looked past Taeyoung and fixed her gaze on Sowoen. Somehow, the maknae had fallen asleep. She was now able to hear the little snores coming from the young girl. As she lay, her head resting on the crook of Taeyoungs lower back, and her cock still buried in Taeyoungs ass. 

They stepped into the busy cafeteria, filled with students from the university of arts. Tatter grabbed some tteokbokki, while Bada settled for some pizza.

Tatter let out a groan upon discovering that her food was cold to the touch. "Nooo, it's cold," she exclaimed.

Bada chuckled in response, "Well, what did you expect? For them to keep it warm just for you?" Tatter stuck out her tongue at Bada

Tatter looked around not knowing how to start the conversation shes been longing to have. She cleared her throat deciding to just go for it

"Sooo, my friend has this friend whos super pretty and hot" Tatter began to ramble but Bada wasnt paying attention to her, her eyes locked on her phone as she scrolled down "Look she's so pretty and funny

Tatter showed her a picture of Nari but Bada didnt even cast a glance "Yeah so pretty"

"Bada," Tatter whined again, her phone now locked, "You didn't even look at her!"

Bada huffed, setting down her phone. She looked up at her best friend, giving her a sigh that was both genuine and resigned. "I'm sorry, Tatter," she spoke softly, her tone being sincere yet not budging. "I'm not interested in anyone right now, and I don't plan on it."

"But, Bada-" Tatter started to say, but Bada quickly cut her off.

"Tatter, please," she said with her eyes locking with her best friend's. There was true sincerity and desperation in that single glance, as she begged for Tatter to please understand and respect her decision.

Tatter sighed, as she felt a deep sense of guilt and sympathy for her friend. She had held her tongue while Bada was with her ex-girlfriend, despite Tatter's distaste for the woman's attitude, simply because her best friend had loved her so much.

Yet now, she was confronted with the reality of that love ending, and her best friend being betrayed in that way. Tatter let out a grumble at Bada's misfortune, her feelings of hatred and hurt growing deeper in her chest as she processed the situation.

Tatter wanted nothing but for Bada to find joy and healing. Though, she also acknowledged Bada's position and feelings, which she had to respect. She had to allow her friend the time and space she needed to process and recover from such a traumatic event, regardless of how badly she wanted to see her smiling again.

Bada's question startled Tatter out of her reverie, as she turned to look at her best friend. "I'm done. Are you ready?" she asked, as Tatter glanced at the partially uneaten pizza.

"But, you didn't even finish your pizza," Tatter pointed, confused.

Bada simply shook her head, replying, "I'm not that hungry anymore." She didn't elaborate, seemingly more focused on getting ready to leave. Tatter didn't protest and got up

Unbeknownst to Bada and Tatter, Nari walked into the dance class, noting that the door was opened. She couldn't help but smirk mischeviously as she scanned the room, recalling the tweet she'd recently seen. "Fashion students are annoying, huh?" she spoke out loud, her tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Nari's eyes scanned the environment, ensuring she was alone before grabbing the grey hoodie from the floor and stepping out of the open door. After confirming that nobody was nearby, she bolted for the hallway

As Bada and Tatter turned the corner, they saw their dance class door opened. However, things quickly turned sour as Bada recognized something - a girl was leaving with her grey hoodie.

"Hey, isn't that my hoodie?" Bada pointed out, her expression shifting to disbelief. Tatter followed her gaze, noting the familiar grey hoodie being taken away by a complete stranger.

Tatter couldn't control her laughter as "Y-yeah"

"Stop laughing-HEY THATS MY HOODIE" Bada yelled but the girl, was completely unaware of Bada's yells, she maintained a swift pace as she walked away.

Bada's shouts were pointless and the girl walked out from view. The dark haired girl with tall girls hoodie left no sign of recognition, her back facing Bada the entire time.

Tatter smelled something suspicious in the air following Bada’s MIA status after their Performance Battle. Yes, the team did witness Bada landing on her chin during one of the routines- and it’s not that the BEBE member didn’t believe in said injury- it’s the fact that their team leader was oddly giddy after the fall. Like, straight up lowering-her-cap-by-the-rim-to-hide-her-smirk-lip-biting-giddy. ‘No one should be that cheerful after tearing a muscle’, Tatter had decided. ‘Therefore, Bada must be suspicious’, she further deduced.

“Look at her trying to play coy with us,” Tatter leaned over to their team’s sub-leader and muttered, frowning at the charm which the choreographer seemed to be exuding lately. Looking pointedly at their team leader, who’s currently snapping a selfie in the studio mirrors (presumably to post it on her instagram later), Tatter narrowed her eyes. Bada had always been a heartthrob to the camera and fans, but the blonde dancer had noticed a telltale spike these past weeks. “Look at all that swag, she must be overcompensating for something.”

Looking up from her stretches, Lusher followed Tatter’s gaze towards their team leader in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, whose mood did seem to be extraordinarily pleasant as of late. “Oh- Oh damn. Sorry for calling you crazy last week, you were clearly onto something.” Lusher squinted at Bada’s obnoxiously preppy footsteps in the morning. “Prancing around on a Monday? Somebody got laid over the weekend.”

‘Who could it be?’ Tatter wondered to herself as she finished warming up for the day. ‘Bada’s reaction to the bouquet and the card- what an interesting reaction.’

“Whoever it is,” Lusher pressed her palms together dramatically and said a little prayer, “thank you for keeping her happy, and our lives easier.”

“Amen to that,” Minah chimed in. “You reckon it’s someone from the show?”

“Elaborate.”

As the duo bickered among themselves regarding the identity of Bada’s newest scandal, Tatter continued to ponder over the pieces of information she had accumulated. Her eyes lit up as she recalled Latrice’s request, and something involving a skirt.

“Lusher,” Tatter interjected a debate between Minah’s team-Redy and Lusher’s team-Audrey. “Do you remember that time Bada asked to borrow your skirt?”

Lusher snapped around with speed that almost warranted whiplash. “Latrice’s friend!” Her hand flew to her phone by the dance studio’s floor length mirror, flicking through her contact list. “Aha.”

Latrice was at the shops when her phone chimed. Reading the message popping up on the phone, she chuckled a little and clocked the noseyness instantly. Within a few moments, Latrice had sent through your best ‘this is her’ photos and social media profiles to the team BEBE’s subleader.

Tatter and Lusher hummed squinted their eyes at your picture, trying to pinpoint why’d you look familiar. A shockingly good candid photo of you attending an event was pulled up on Lusher’s phone. A gray suit sat on your shoulder, accompanied by a scowl as the photographer had caught you off guard (cr 📷: Latrice). “I think I’d remember if she’s been around,” Minah wondered aloud.

“Elevator, real tall.” The usually timid Sowoen piped in unexpectedly. “The one with mother Miranda vibes.”

Now that registered in Lusher’s mind. “Wait,” Lusher zoomed in on your picture, “does Latrice have more friends in town?”

“Mhmm- I dig the delinquency,” Tatter said, still staring at the phone. “Bada finally found her match huh.”

“I’m giving my number to her,” Sowoen announced. The youngest is filled with surprise today.

Tatter and Lusher glanced at each other before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “We are pretty sure Bada is linking up with her, what do you mean you’re giving her your number?”

“I called dibs!” The youngest of the group wailed, her teammates now laughing at her flushed red cheeks.

The noise attracted their team leader, who have finally decided to investigate the shenanigans that the girls have been up to.

“What’s the gripe? Who do we hate?” The tall choreographer butted between Sowoen and Minah, expecting another Selena-Hailey debate going on among the dancers, only to be shocked when Lusher turned her phone screen to her. “Woah! How’d we get this?”

Sowoen gently prodded a finger at Bada’s shoulder. “Bada-unnie,” she quietly, but firmly, requested for Bada’s attention. “They said you’ve been linking up with her. Respectfully, that’s not cool man, I called dibs.”

The group stared wide eyed at the baby of their team, who’d suddenly found her voice in the team- and immediately chose to use it to declare her utmost disappointment at their team leader’s disrespect.

“Wait. Pause. Rewind. how did the conversation get here in the first place?”

“I find you suspicious these days,” Tatter shrugged.

“Can you still pass my number along?”

“I have no idea what’s going on but I’m loving your energy,” Lusher and Minah egged on. A ‘go Sowoen’ was muttered by one of them.

Bada stares incredulously at her teammates, “y’all this is the toxic gossip train-”

“Nope,” Tatter cuts her short, not giving Bada a chance to finish her sentence. “That’s not how that saying is used.”

“We won’t gossip if you give us the tea,” Minah proposed an alternative.

“There’s no tea!” Bada shook her head at the girls, raising a hand in defense. “Look, it’s nothing serious, and I won't let it affect my work. Can we please get back to brainstorming some Rihanna songs?”

The group gasped, Sowoen looking over at Tatter for moral support. “So there is something going on?”

“Oh come on,” Bada sighed exasperatedly, sticking her tongue against the hollow of her cheeks. “We’ve been filming for months, do you know how hard it is to find someone who can work around my schedule?”

“You have a schedule… to fuck?” Minah side-eyed her team leader. Tatter swiftly placed her hands over Sowoen’s ears. “That changed my perception of you- Not sure what kind of change- but not for the better, I can assure you.”

“Jesus, that’s not what I mean,” Bada rolled her eyes at the girls, defending her image in Sowoen’s eyes. “As much as I love dancing, a woman has needs, alright? Hey- no, don’t boo me Lusher. I saw the way you acted around Chocol. You little sl- I said don’t boo me!”

“Eh,” Tatter shrugged her shoulders and pointed her chin at the phone screen, “lesbians? Give ‘em two weeks, three more dates, and they’ll be u-hauling.”

Bada gasped, “accusatory and stereotyping.”

“Hey wanna bet that bada is going to use winning the show to get laid?” Ignoring their leader, the girls giggled amongst themselves.

“If we win-”

Minah was cut off by Bada. “-when we win.”

Sowoen gasped and pointed a finger at the team BEBE leader. “So you are planning on doing that!”

The girls watched their team leader dumbly open and shut her mouth as she attempted to come up with a witty comeback. When she drew a blank, she huffed and retreated to the speakers across the room, fiddling with the Bluetooth settings as she tried to keep her hands busy.

“Bada-unnie,” Sowoen cleared her throat before throwing in one last jab, “if it’s just a fling you won’t mind me asking her out, right?”

Tatter learned two things that practice: 1, Bada, despite contrary beliefs, bottoms (frequency still unknown, but seemingly not zero). 2, Sowoen is a milf hunter.

‘What a week!’ Tatter thought to herself. ‘And it’s only Monday.’

𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖡𝖠𝖣𝖠 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. #𝖣𝖳𝖡4𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 (𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾)

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲

𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖸 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤𝖱

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

chapters: 00, 01, 02, 03, …

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖣1 𝖲𝖨𝖬𝖯

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖱 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖱 𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸 𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖦

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖧 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖬𝖸𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝖶𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧 (𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖲𝖮𝖶𝖮𝖤𝖭 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖧𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 (𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐆𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖢𝖮𝖫 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦

02. 𝖢𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖸

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞-𝐣𝐢)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖢𝖧𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖢𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖤

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐢 (𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖠𝖨𝖪𝖨 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 (𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐍𝐨𝐳𝐞 (𝐍𝐨𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐞)

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖭𝖮𝖹𝖤 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖡𝖮𝖡 𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖲

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐞

𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶/ 𝖦𝖥!𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦 (𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎)

01. 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖪𝖤𝖭

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽