Jealousy
Character moodboard
✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader
✧ warning(s) : quite heated making out, reader being jealous, suggestive dancing, age gap, pet name (doll, love)
✧ summary : You got invited in the show street woman fighter 2 since you are a dancer in the selected crew, Wolflo. You didn’t expect to have so many emotions during your journey, some pleasing other not, along with some truths being revealed.
✧ words : 5.1k
✧ a/n : Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes English isn’t my first language</3
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Today was the big day. You and your team, Wolflo, were fortunate enough to be selected to participate in a dance competition tv show broadcasted internationally, and today was the first day of the recording.
No need to say you were basically screaming hysterically when your crew leader, Halo, revealed the fantastic news to everyone. You felt like all this hard work and passion was finally paying off and you swore you had tears building up in your eyes when she told the team that you were invited to the show. Your heart swelled from pride and excitement.
Currently, you are apprehensively making your way in the intimidating silver building mentally supported by your crew at your sides. The tall structure stood proud along the others opponents as it was displaying a big “Mnet” sign at the very top of it, the name of the production company.
You are surprisingly nervous, your breath is caught in your throat as your heart palpitates too fast for your own good. You don’t even recognise yourself, you are normally self assured and cool-minded during important events. Apparently doing a dance tv show was your limit. How could you not ? You will meet several dance legends and be watched by millions of people worldwide, you have the right to be scared, honestly you think everyone is.
You let Halo asks the directions at the front desk as you carefully analyse the plain but chic interior while crossing your arms and bouncing your leg up and down. Haechi seems to notice your nervous state, she smiles tenderly, amused by your nervous behaviour and passes an arm around your shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous Y/n.” She whispers softly to you with a soft smile displayed on her kind face. Haechi is like a big sister to you, she has seen you through tears and laughters and she was, and still is, always by your side. You firmly intend to keep it that way forever.
Sadly, it was loud enough for Chocol to catch it. “Aw is Y/n scared of cameras ? Don’t worry just be pretty as you always are doll.” She coos sarcastically while leaning towards you. “As if.” You sheepishly smile despite you and roll your eyes, quickly uncrossing your arms.
Chocol was also one of your dearest friend. She loved to tease you unconditionally, which earned you some blushes and brain freeze moments. You could not lie this woman is charming and gorgeous and you swear that one day she will be the death of you one way or another.
You silently follow your team as you head towards your crew’s dressing room with Haechi’s arm still around you protectively while everyone is laughing warmly and chattering about what could be coming.
Halo opens the door of your lodge and you hear your friends gasp in awe at the sight of the place. Since you are behind your friend group and can’t see, you quickly shove the elders away, as you like to call them affectionately, to take a glimpse of the room. Your face lights up in happiness at the view of the personalised room. “It’s so cool !” Haechi exclaims detaching herself from you to explore the cosy place further.
Chocol almost immediately replaces Haechi’s previous position. She carefully leans her head into yours and her arm tightly envelopes your frame. “I like it.” She comments, her captivating brown eyes observe the overly paprika space in deep thoughts. “Me too..” You almost inaudibly utter, however your eyes were not focused on the area, but rather on the attractive woman by your side. The way she is touching your waist with her cold slender fingers, how her shampoo fills your nostrils with this delicate floral scent only her could own.
You were disturbed by her, and it was not new to anyone. You were aware of your relatively new feelings for her for a few months now. You told Haechi and she thought you were pulling a prank on her at first. That’s how bad it is..
The thing is, there is quite an age gap between you two, with you being Wolflo’s maknae and her being in her 30’s. Also the fact that she was acting like a big sister to you, or rather from her point of view. What could seems harmless to her like teasing only you specifically, caring for you and complimenting you, from your perception, made you fall even harder for her.
You know she does not take you seriously, you even doubt the fact that she sees you as a woman at all in fact, but a part of you hope that one day she’ll realise how mature and beautiful you truly are.
Time passes and the screen in the orange dressing room suddenly lights up indicating that it’s finally your turn to go in the “fight zone” as the production called it. A few days ago, you had to react to the participants and tell your opinion on each crew and its members. Today was the day you will all face each other and know how the other dancers see you.
You can’t lie you were kind of anxious at what people could say about you. Compared to your crew you had a different.. Vibe. You love to dance to kpop and sexy choreographies whereas the others despise it. Except Mini, who will gladly do a tiktok with you for a kpop challenge, you love her for that !
At first, you opted for ballet, which you didn’t really like but your mom absolutely wanted you to dance. Your remains of ballet made you the “acrobat” of the crew, every time there is a move that require agility your job is to do it, which you gladly execute, split, bending, arching, and so on, you love techniques.
No matter what, you definitely look apart from them as if you were a puppy that Halo picked up from the side of the road. You definitely have some flow otherwise you wouldn’t be in Wolflo, but you surely don’t look like you do. With your tight clothes and pastel colours you look rather different.
You stand up from the couch, take a long deep breath and make your way to the fight zone with your team following your leader.
Your eyes shot open as you observe your surroundings, the place was gigantic. You take a look at your right only to see a pit downstairs with rows and a few heads trying their best to take a peek at your upcoming team. You huff out some air to regain your composure and try your best to act nonchalant about it.
As your crew is going downstairs coldly with a heavy aura, you could hear whispers and remarks flying through the arena. “Huh ? Cherry is so pretty !” You manage to hear as you pass by the teal coloured team, Bebe. You glance quickly at the author of this comment, a girl with blonde hair and from her name badge, a piece of paper hanging on her top, the girl’s name is Tatter.
Cherry was your artist name. You chose it because you tough cherries were elegant and dark but beautiful and cute at the same time, they were truly as polyvalent as you.
“She looks like a princess with her knights or an idol with her bodyguards.” Capri from the group Ladybounce notices to her friends, amused by the contrast between you and the other members.
You don’t even have the time to go to your assigned seats when a video suddenly appears on the big screen at the top of the room, taking you all by surprise. The crew evaluation video.
You turn your heels, fully facing the screen. The video starts and you see two girls from the purple crew, Ladybounce. The one with a long blonde bob and gorgeous lips painted a dark colour reacts excitedly with her ginger friend when she hears about Baby Sleek’s appearance in the show. The eldest woman giggles at the cute groupie-like reaction from the two.
It’s true that Baby Sleek is a legend in the dance community, her battles are iconic and smooth and she flows like water on the dance floor.
“This group is terrifying !” A girl with a hime cut brings her hand to her mouth as she looks at the revealed crew in astonishment. “I would never ever dare messing with them.” Another girl from the same crew with an insane face card states uneasy. The groups all react in heartfelt laughters at the poor terrified girls as they both blush in embarrassment.
“This team is all aces..” Someone with pink hair from the leafy green group DeepNDap praises. Your crew feel their hearts swelling up in pride, deeply touched. “But.. Isn’t Cherry out of place ?” The girl finishes her deadly sentence turning to her teammates snorting.
Your former laughter allows your mouth to freeze open in an baffled grin. You expected this to be honest but it still hurts especially with the mocking laugh of the girl who just sounds like those rude popular girls in American series.
Mini defends you “She is in the right place don’t worry !” She shouts from the centre of the room to DeepNDap, offended for you and feeling protective over the youngest member. Chocol also glares at the bubblegum haired girl menacingly, she didn’t like when other people annoyed you, only her could, especially if they just do it to be mean.
“To be honest I think they are over-dated.” The leader from the previous group adds. “Yeah, their dance style is too old.” A girl with bangs and long black hair agrees with her.
Halo scoffs “They don’t even know the difference between old and classic..”. You turn to her and smile in a reassuring way. It’s true that to the unknowing eyes your dance style could be seen as boring or repetitive, but in reality, it is smooth and impressive, truly an unbeatable dance style. People often take it back once they see the fierce battler of your team, Baby sleek floating on the dance floor with wavy but precise movements, killing her opponents with an impeccable flow.
“I can’t help but feel as if Cherry isn’t experienced enough for this team, she doesn’t have their flow when she dances.” A girl with blonde hair from the sunny yellow crew Manequeen declares with mixed feelings.
You nod firmly in acknowledgment forcing the corner of your mouth downwards as you shut your lips tightly. You knew this wouldn’t be easy yet you still suffer from it.
The screen turns off, you don’t wait a second to unconsciously bolt to your seat. The harsh critics of the other participants apparently affected you more than you thought as your crew watches you go, or more like escape, hurriedly. Honestly, you couldn’t bear the thought of being the centre of attention in the middle of the room in such a vulnerable state, which explains your sudden leave.
Your crew soon seats next to you and all of them stay oddly still, everyone a bit shocked at the severe commentaries. All of you are strong women, a few mean comments surely couldn’t bring your mood down this much. You all expected it but despite it, it seems that it significantly affected you more than you thought it would as a deep silence lives in the tense atmosphere.
After yours, only one group remained in the hall, the renowned Jam Republic. The group wasn’t an exception to the rule despite their popularity and the anticipation dancers have from them as they faced vivid criticism and one of their dancer even got the most no-respect votes of all participants.
After their evaluation video, the presenter joins you with his note cards. You take a deep breath as the apprehension settles in. “Hello and welcome to Mnet’s official dance serie, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your host King Daniel.” The man starts almost solemnly and the crowd cheers, excited by the upcoming trial.
“We will immediately start with the no respect battle. The first dancer is.. 1Million Redy !” He exclaims energetically.
A girl with a beanie and a hime cut, the same one that you saw in the video, approaches the dance area confidently.
She teases her opponent, choosing to face the leader of Bebe, Bada, a tall girl shining with such confidence and charisma that it is scary. You wonder if she has a death wish.
As the dance battle begins, your group’s spirit brightens up, you take part in the animated tone of the room, cheering in awe at every technique or impressive move that the dancer does.
The host counts down and the music changes, indicating Bada’s turn. You can’t help but stop breathing at every move from the woman, her skills are literally breathtaking and she makes the song fits her so well with powerful motions and merciless teasing hips thrusts.
The battle settles with a win for team Bebe with 3 votes for the cool leader, bringing her head downward and nodding in acknowledgement modestly despite her fervent battle.
“Well that was one hell of a start !” Yeni, your friend, exclaims with an astonished expression on her face, brows raised and mouth wide open. She is right, if this is just the start you can’t wait but expect a high level for the next battles.
“You’re so right, it’s gonna be a fun season ! Bada is so cool.” You agree with your teammate with your eyes shaping like crescent as you smile excitedly. “I’m better.” Chocol shrugs indifferent, her gaze not leaving the dance-floor. You slightly hit her with your elbow, harbouring a knowing smirk on your face, rather amused by your friend’s competitive side. Chocol can’t help but feel reassured seeing you smile, she was grateful that the video didn’t affect you too much.
Battles passed, your throat was dry from all the screaming, especially draining it when it was your teammates’ turn, Mini, Yeni and Haechi. Mini won madly against team Tsubakill’s leader and your other friends also did. You were ecstatic as you take in the win streak on your team board.
“The next dancer is Manequeen Buckey.” The presenter announces. A girl with blond hair moves forwards confidently and takes the mic from the previous man.
“My no respect dancer is..” She walks even further, progressing to your row side. “Wolflo Cherry.” She looks directly at your with fierce eyes, you could tell that she thinks she is assured to beat you. No matter what, you giggle, positively apprehensive at your first battle.
You team pats you on the back as your walk down the few steps. “Buckey why did you choose Cherry as your no respect dancer ?” The host asks. “I can tell that her level isn’t high enough, I’m not impressed.” She retorts almost immediately. You hear a few gasps and snorts from the simple but rough feedback.
You nod at the attack “I wish you good luck because as I can see from your current team board, you will need it.” You simply states before walking back, positioning yourself. Buckey quickly looks back at her board, full of lose labels, feeling quite ashamed at the unfortunately true fact that you called out. Chocol smirks, proud of your reply while your team, along with the audience, all gasp at the boldness coming from the youngest member.
After a turn of spin the bottle, Buckey is finally decided to be the first one to start. A powerful song starts and you watch her do messy but strong movements, noticing that her specialty is probably krumping which is a genre of hiphop. Great, at least you will beat her at her own game. With your knowledge of hiphop, you could tell that she is lacking some energy for this dance style.
The song fades and another starts ‘Tomboy’ by Destiny Rogers. You smirk, this is the perfect song for you, it will totally illustrate the contrast between your hiphop moves and ballet techniques.
(Inspiration dance to help you visualise, if you can’t watch it, video is at the end of the post!!)
You begin the dance by walking up slowly, eyes fixated to your opponent which only intensifies the deep tone of your dance. You do ballet spins (instead of shaking your hair if you’ve seen the video) and cut them abruptly by precise movements flowing onto the melody of the music.
You audaciously mix classic hiphop and ballet, the what others could think opposite actually in harmony with the airy movements of classic hiphop in synergy with the lightweight ballet ones.
Your team cheers at you almost madly, eyes blown open at every seductive move that you manage to squeeze in.
Chocol’s jaw hangs low, blown away by your boldness, sure she knew that you were an extremely talented dancer and that your combination of style were your strength but she never saw you like this. Wild hair from your spins and twirls, fierce eyes wanting nothing but the win, strong gaze filled with determination, a thin layer of sweat from your passionate dancing and clothes ruffled from all the shuffling. It is as if she sees you in a new light.
She almost scolds her eyes for not being able to detach from you. She gulps as she watches you blowing a final kiss to Buckey, almost wishing that you blowed it to her instead. She takes a deep breath while trying to regain her composure, surely what happened was because of the heat of the moment, nothing more.
You stand in the middle of the room, next to Buckey, you were confident that you could win and sincerely hoped that you did as you put everything into this battle.
“Judges, open your cards.” You bite your lips in anticipation of the results, what you didn’t see was a certain orange haired hiphop dancer side eyeing your act in agitation.
The 3 judges all reveal an orange card with your team name on it, indicating that you won 3-0. You grin brightly, proud that you didn’t disadvantage your team with a loss and broke the streak. Moreover, you showed everyone that you earned your place in Wolflo and that you are worthy of this team.
“Congratulations Y/n, I knew you killed it !” Haechi hugs you. Chocol can’t help but frown slightly, was Haechi always this close to you ? If something happened between you two she surely would have seen it, right ?
She takes a step forward, bringing her figure closer to yours. “You were..” She can’t seem to find the right words as you look at her with such shiny eyes, expectingly waiting for her next words. “Amazing.” Chocol finishes bluntly. She wanted to say that you were breathtaking, exceptional, mesmerising even, but the words were stuck in her throat as nervousness built up upon her. Instead she chose such ordinary words to untruthfully describe how your performance made her feel.
“Thank you Chocol.” You blush at the compliment from the woman you like and Haechi rolls her eyes playfully, knowing that you probably forgot that she was here as you always do when Chocol talks to you.
Chocol ruffles your hair before leaving to talk to Halo and you can’t help but be disappointed at this gesture that makes you feel like nothing but her little sister or a friend, and you wanted nothing to do with these two roles with her.
After your battle, there is a 15 minutes break for you all to regain your energy. You will gladly take it considering that you feel as if your battle sucked the vital energy out of you.
During this time, Chocol tries to forget how she felt during your battle. She agrees with herself that it was weird but with a shook of her head she brushes it off. She probably got distracted seeing a beautiful woman dancing sensually, honestly she thinks anyone could understand that, that’s all.
After what felt like a 5 minutes pause, you go back to the fight zone, your team more determined than anything to keep winning battles.
A good amount of battles passed without nobody choosing you as their no respect dancer, you sheepishly wish to think that your performance have dissuaded them.
Finally, a woman with curly two toned hair and a tight black and white ensemble from team Tsubakill, Sayaka, chooses Chocol as her no respect dancer. You remember her for sexy choreographies and suddenly start to sweat as you imagine Chocol seeing it on the first row.
Chocol is the first one to start. You are immediately immersed in her dance, her skilful moves showing the older woman’s years of experience with no doubt. You shout loudly as she even executes a breakdance technique. You’ve never thought that battles could be so thrilling but here you are with goosebumps on the back of your neck and pupils dilated in awe.
“Close your mouth you’re gonna drool on the floor.” Haechi whispers in your ear, suppressing a giggle. You immediately turn your head to the tall curly haired girl and hit her slightly on her side. “Shut up.” You mutter bashful, eyes going back to Chocol as quickly as they left her.
The host counts down and it is now Sayaka’s turn to battle. She starts off strongly, walking energetically with big steps and suddenly bending literally right in front of Chocol, her butt stuck on the previous woman.
If your jaw could fall to the ground, at that moment it would have. Your mouth is wide open with an horrified expression on your face. What you thought would only be a silly exaggeration of your mind of the worst case scenario actually happened in real life and you feel like screaming in despair.
You feel an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach noticing Chocol furrowing her eyebrows and puffing her cheeks like she couldn’t handle all that. Could you blame her ? No. She wasn’t yours and now at least it proves that she can react to suggestive dancing, just not yours. How you wish she could look at you with this much admiration and lust.
Little did you know that since your performance, Chocol’s feelings are growing for you troublingly quickly. But if she was being honest, she tried to shut them down at all cost for a while now.
In reality, the woman is feeling ashamed of crushing on their youngest member. Those emotions were here since months and are only now finally revealing themselves. Poor Chocol is not able to control her heart’s desires despite her trying her hardest.
But how could she resist you when you are so nice to everyone, always dance with such passion and look so good in each of your carefully thought outfits.
For now, you try your best to put on a neutral face by clenching your fists tightly. You know that if you show a hurt expression, people would be asking questions, including Chocol.
It is now time to reveal the score “Judges, open your card.”. The judges reveal 3 orange cards. You force yourself to plaster a joyful expression on your face even with your shambled heart. You are grateful of the judges’ results for your team and are so proud of Chocol of course, but you sadly didn’t have the heart to smile spontaneously despite the happy occasion.
They announce a second pause after Chocol and Sayaka’s battle and you rush to your lodge, you are not able to handle seeing Chocol and Sayaka’s interact in front of you. If they did, you would rather not know and stay alone in ignorance.
Chocol shy smiles fades slightly as she observes you step out of the hall in a hurry. You didn’t even congratulate her which makes her quite disappointed but no matter what, it is unusual of you. She automatically follows your pace to check on you.
Because it is the second pause and that they didn’t have time in the first one, dancers from different groups are conversing, getting to know each other. That’s why Bada takes a step forward and opens her mouth to greet you but in your trance, you don’t even notice her, dark eyes fixated ahead. She immediately closes her mouth with a confused face. Chocol watches the scene unfolds from behind you and if she wasn’t so worried about you, she would have snorted.
You close the orange dressing room bitterly and fall onto the couch. You wrap your arms around your legs and lower your head on your knees making yourself as small as possible. Because that’s what you feel at this moment, miserable and pitiful. You don’t even want to cry because you knew from the start that it was hopeless and that Chocol could never see you as nothing more than a good friend. Yet, you still hoped until today.
Chocol hesitantly opens the door of your dressing room, she witnesses you rolled up in a ball on the couch and her heart breaks at the sight. She slowly makes her way next to you and wraps an arm around your waist carefully “What’s wrong love ?”.
You lift up your head, startled by the gentle arm around you and the voice of someone you know too well. “Chocol ?” You say unsure of the reason behind her presence, you were too engrossed in your melancholic thoughts that you didn’t even notice her coming in. “That’s me love.” She answers sweetly and gazes at you with such tenderness that you almost forget why you were even sad in the first place.
“Why are you here ?” You mutter. “I should be the one asking you this. I only followed you because I was worried.” She responds softly. “You were ?” She nods strongly with furrowed eyebrows wondering how could you even imagine the opposite. You rest your back against the backrest as you untangle your limbs, naturally relaxing in her presence.
“Why did you leave ?” She delicately takes your hand to comfort you and you melt at the gesture. Only her could make you feel this way. “Shouldn’t you be busy talking with Sayaka ?” You answer her question with another one. “What does it have to do with this ? Why should I be talking to her ? We only battled.” She explains, perplexed by what you could be thinking.
You sigh, this is ridiculous. You will finally say what you have to say, tell how you feel because obviously this hint game is conducting you nowhere. You turn to face her “Look, when I saw you reacting to Sayaka’s dance.. I-”, you take a deep breath in as Chocol displays a serious look on her face, fully listening to what you have to say. “I got jealous. No, I got more than jealous, I got heartbroken.” You finally reveal.
“Because, I like you Chocol, so much and you always treat me like your friend or worst your sister.” You lower your head, not wanting to see the reaction of the woman before you. “I want you to see me as the woman that I am. Because I can be sexy and mature like any other woman your age. I want you to like me just like you like them.” You almost plead in despair.
Chocol slightly squeezes your hand that is still locked with hers “Y/n look at me.”. You shut your eyes tightly before raising your head and finally seeing her gentle gaze. Which reassures you a bit, at least she is not disgusted or angry at you.
“I could never like you like these women.” You exhale shakily at this revelation but she is quick to clarify. “Because I don’t. No matter how pretty they are or how sensually they can dance, I could never like them. Because I like you Y/n, a lot.” She admits and her pretty cheeks with those two moles that you love so, tints a light pink.
Your eyes shot open, you never even considered that those feelings could be reciprocated. You only told her to ease your burden and free yourself from a heavy weight, but now you just learnt that this weight was shared all along.
She softly strokes your cheek with her free hand and you gulp nervously, feeling your hands sweat as your temperature arises at her affectionate touch. You feel the older woman’s hand moves from your blushing cheek to the back of you head as she slowly leans into you. You don’t wait any longer after these lasting months of recurrently dreaming about it and passionately crash your lips against hers as electricity rushes trough your veins.
She lets go off your hand to put hers onto your waist and you impulsively change your position to straddle her lap. You are quick to realise your action and break the kiss to stare at each other in shock. As you are about to apologise and hide yourself in embarrassment, she fervently takes your lips back and pushes you closer to her body, chests touching.
She teasingly brushes her tongue on your lower lips and your mouth answers before you do as you open it just enough for Chocol to makes her way. You feel Chocol’s warm tongue clashing into yours and your brows gather together in neediness.
The way your body responds to her touch is almost as if you were made for each other. Each curves perfectly sculpted for her hands, each sounds you make harmonising with her tone, each scents, from your sweet perfume to your hair product, intoxicating her.
You both venture the other person’s body, stroking fondly as much corners as possible, from clothes, to skin, to hair, nothing is lacking attention.
Chocol’s hand rests on your thigh, often squeezing it when you suck on her tongue hungrily. You are so absorbed in the intimate kiss that you realise you lost track of time.
You reluctantly stop your make out session “Chocol we need to go back.”. She whines and hugs your waist as her head sets on your chest. She hears your heart beating rapidly from her doings and smirks sheepishly, enjoying greatly the effect she had on you, knowing sincerely that you make her feel the same way.
You regretfully push her back and stand up from your spot on the couch while you extend a hand towards her. Noticing her blown pupils, you couldn’t help but grin affectionately, admiring the woman before you. She sighs and takes your hand half-heartedly, not wanting to go back, only needing you.
“Are you still jealous ?” She overtakes you swiftly and winks at you teasingly. “I was not !” You retork flustered but she is already a great distance before you.
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