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[daegalfangirl]

oh! my mistake ; na jaemin

❝ this is such a girl code violation ❞

na jaemin, the college heartthrob and a part of your large friend group. he was also your best friends long term ex boyfriend. that's what you should've reminded yourself before you started sneaking around with the boy. oh god... when the truth comes out you're gonna be so done. well, thats IF the truth comes out.

└> PAIRING; jaemin x fem!reader

└> FEATURES; all the female main characters from the other stories + all of dream (minus renjun) + jaehyun

└> WARNINGS; swearing, mc is a little bit unlikeable since uhm... this is ur bffs ex but we move on, more tba

└> STATUS; ongoing; just started

└> POSTING SCHEDULE; daily (except for fridays & sundays)

└> AUTHORS NOTE; to read a chapter click on the number and not the title just because it's more visually pleasing with only the numbers underlined 😇

└> TAGLIST; click here to see the full taglist!

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m.list to "from the seasons, to us." (my smau series)

click on the number to go to the chapter

≛ 000. – the gyals

≛ 000. – dreamies

≛ 001. – favors

more coming soon...

[limitlesssense]

NEO SEOUL VIDEO: TAEYONG

[doimaru]

Swan Lake (Teaser)

pairing: ballerino!renjun + ballerina!reader genre: ballet?? competitive idk how to describe, u'll see wc: (teaser) 0.8k, (full) undecided but around 5k+ synopsis: Your first professional performance for Dream Opera Ballet is a piece you've prepared your whole life to perform. But, you didn't expect to find love on the stage, especially within an evil sorcerer. note: I'm so messy with everything I'm so so sorry!!! I also did a lot of researched while writing this piece, so hopefully it isn't too horrible to read...

It was all once a dream to you. Ever since you were younger, you immersed yourself into the art of Ballet.

“Hurry, ! We mustn't miss the show… We’re already late.” Your mom hushed into your ear. Once a ballerina herself, she had an extraordinary career before she had succumbed to old age. The theater was full, as always. You felt yourself scanning the area for too long; unfamiliar and peculiar faces were all you could see. “Don’t stare!” She warned before pulling you into a loud room. You saw the gold and red room laid out across your vision. The bright stage was adorned with a golden frame, bright yellow curves and swirls; but sadly, the real show was covered by red curtains. Taking your seat, your mother ushered the stage mannerisms into your ear; reminding you to be respectful. But, you weren’t listening. Instead, you were staring at the curtains slowly opening. As the first act started, you rolled your eyes and stared boredly at the stage, at all the men prancing around the stage with such synchronization and grace. You decided ballet was boring. It wasn’t upbeat and energetic like hip-hop, or snazzy and exciting like salsa. Your mom’s thrilled face meets your weary one, making her frown. “… Not everyone gets to see a performance like this. At least pretend to enjoy it for Mommy, okay?” She nudged you, her face serious. You sighed before nodding, slumping in your seat watching your mom’s face soften as she looked back at the stage. You stared back at the stage per your mom’s request, eyes widening as you saw a flock of thin, pale ballerinas appear in white. You scooted to the edge of your seat when you saw her. The most angelic, elegant ballerina you’ve ever laid eyes on emerges from the center of the stage. Your mom excitedly wraps her arm around you to pull you closer, “That’s Juliette Ya Zuo, amazing isn’t she?” She whispered into your ear, making you nod over and over. She was even more than amazing, you thought.

Since then, your lifelong love for Juliette Ya Zuo began. You became obsessed with how she performed, how she moved. You watched her every performance, hours of studying how she is so captivating, how to be like her. She never fails to overshadow her co-stars, what would you expect from a world-class ballerina like her? Not only was she a ballerina, but an entertainer, a performer. She lived on the cover of sports magazines and at the top of dancing awards. You want to be a ballerina too, not just a ballerina, but someone who could potentially be the next Juliette Ya Zuo. After her extraordinary performance of Swan Lake, your mom brought you to the Stage Door. “Why are so many people here, mom?” You asked her while she smiled gently. She pointed at the door as soon as it opened wide, a crew of ballerinas and ballerini exiting the stage. Fans stormed near them, holding out their programs as your mom handed hers. “Can you get an autograph from Juliette Ya Zuo for me, baby?” Your mom turns your body towards the strawberry blonde woman before pushing you forward. Slowly, you walked cautiously toward her. Up close, she was even more beautiful than you thought. You felt your heart lurch as she glanced at your childish figure, sending you a sweet smile before finishing up her conversation with a brunette teenager. She kneeled down as you sheepishly handed her your program. “Did you like the show, printsessa?” She asked, her euphonious voice tickling your ears. You nodded as she signed the program you were previously holding, and you suddenly felt the urge to tell her what you were thinking. “I want to be like you when I’m older, a good ballerina! I want to perform like you too.” You said, voice timid as she chuckled lightly. “It’s not easy to be a ballerina… But you have to persevere, only so many people can succeed.” She told you, her blue eyes softening. She gently held your hand as she spoke to you, “Become comfortable with critique, not everyone is going to be nice to you.” You listened to her carefully, smiling with acknowledgement. She looked around before leaning closer to you, whispering, “I hope to see you perform one day.”

You look at the program everyday, caressing her signature and message as you reread it again and again. The protective wrap on the program wrinkled under your touch as you reminded yourself to buy a new cover soon. Tucking it away in your tote, you lean your head against the railing of the train. The cool metal of the rail makes you forget about the pain you felt in your toes, before you snap back to reality from the ring of your phone.

Mina Coming to practice yet? Announcement of Audition Results for Dream Opera Theatre today! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Your eyes bulged as soon as you saw her text, you forgot.

[favoritejohn]

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[lovelyminnieee]

Please come back- D.S.C (Teaser)

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Pairing: Husband!Winwin x Female!reader

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: Boob play, Praise Slight degradation, Fingering, Nicknames, Doggy style, Creaming, Unsafe sex (Please stay safe and use protection!), Cheating, Divorce, Mentions of miscarraige, alcohol.

Words: 12.9 k (0.2 k words for Teaser)

It's out!

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“Baby…”

“Hmm?” you answered his call, still sleepy.

“Are you tired?” he hugged your naked figure closer to his body.

“Yeah, very. I doubt if I can walk,” you smiled, making Sicheng giggle. You two were still sleepy, so anything that came out of your mouth or his weren’t registered in eachother’s brains.

“Did you have a good time though?”

“Yeah…” Sicheng hugged you closer, his warmth helping your cold body warm.

“When’s Ju coming back?”

“I should check on her,” you say and turn around to grab your phone, but Sicheng stops you.

“Ju’s gonna be fine. When is she coming?”

“Uh, today?”

“Okay, now sleep a little more,” he kissed the top of your head and ran his hand down your back, slapping your ass. You gasped a little, but that soon turned into giggles.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

You slept in his embrace again, his warmth radiating off of him. He was so warm and nice. Whatever happened to him was certainly something magical.

His phone rang just as you two slept off, startling you. “I’ll get it, don’t worry.” Sichneg looked over at the caller ID and something on his face changed. It was a worried expression, not in a good way, but like he was hiding something.

“It’s not important,” he cut the call, rolling back close to you. “Who was it?” you asked, curious.

“Just the managers, the workshop is on today. They had asked if I could come, I said no,” he whispered, wrapping his hand over your waist again. He reached onto your neck and placed soft kisses over the marks that covered most of the area, inhaling your scent. Once again, you melted into his touch without questioning anything.

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