Mic Drop Harmony (BINI_Aiah & Female!Reader Fanfiction)

PROLOGUE

The air crackled with nervous energy, a volatile mix of butterflies and dread. Y/N clutched her guitar case, its worn leather the only familiar friend in this cavernous waiting room. Faces swam before her, some flushed with raw excitement, others stoic masks barely containing churning anxieties. Across the vast space, Stacey, her cousin and best friend, caught Y/N's eye. A mischievous grin stretched across Stacey's face, a playful jab barely disguised.

"Don't worry, Y/N," Stacey mouthed, her voice barely reaching over the nervous chatter. "You'll kill it. Unlike some people I know who showed up fashionably late for their own audition."

Y/N's jaw clenched at the memory. Aiah. The name simmered on her tongue like a forgotten sip of bitter coffee. The girl, with her effortless confidence and practiced smiles, had waltzed in just before Y/N's turn, radiating an aura of polished perfection that Y/N both envied and despised. Aiah was going for the girl group, Stacey's dream, and the way she carried herself practically swaggering with "star material" had grated on Y/N's nerves.

A disembodied voice crackled through a tinny speaker. "Number 47, Y/N L/N, for Reverie audition!"

Y/N forced a smile at Stacey, the playful jab momentarily forgotten. Her heart hammered a frantic tattoo against her ribs. Taking a deep breath that did little to calm her nerves, she rose, the worn leather of her boots clicking a defiant rhythm against the polished floor. She willed herself to ignore the image of Aiah, her practiced smile and perfectly styled hair, burning into her memory. This was her moment, her chance to showcase her talent, raw and unfiltered. As she disappeared down the hallway, a ghost of a smirk was it Aiah's voice in her head? echoed: "Good luck with your audition."

The sterile audition room felt suffocating. Y/N plugged her guitar into the amp, the familiar hum grounding her slightly. Taking another deep breath, she poured her frustration and burning determination into her song. It was raw, a fierce declaration of passion that defied manufactured perfection. Her fingers danced across the fretboard, mirroring the fire in her voice.

When the final note faded, a heavy silence hung in the air before a voice crackled through the speakers. "Thank you, Y/N. We'll let you know."

Y/N exited the room, a cocktail of relief and uncertainty swirling within her. As she stepped back into the waiting room, her gaze landed on Aiah. A knowing smirk played on Aiah's lips, instantly reigniting the spark of annoyance that danced beneath Y/N's skin. It was a delicious friction, an electric current that Y/N couldn't quite explain.

She found Stacey, beaming with pride after her own successful audition. In that moment, the weight of competition and the memory of Aiah's smirk melted away. This, the bond with her cousin, chasing their dreams together, was what truly mattered. As they walked out of the building, the setting sun painted the sky in vibrant hues. It was a new beginning, and despite the uncertain path ahead, a tiny spark of something unexpected danced in Y/N's eyes. Maybe this competition wouldn't just be about music. And maybe, the beautiful, infuriating Aiah wouldn't just be a rival, but the source of a thrilling energy that could blossom into something more.

This is a work of fiction. The portrayal of characters and situations may not reflect their canon counterparts. Please read responsibly.
No character bashing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bagong fan lang po ng BINI kaya if may mali mang facts about them pls don't come after me.