Dancers By Death | p.jm  [ON HOLD]

Dancers By Death | p.jm [ON HOLD]

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|𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈| 'You're good at singing, photography and are an OUTSTANDING performer in modern dance. I'm personally a huge fan. So fans want to know; how did you get into dancing?' The female journalist asked politely. The middle-aged dancer let out a long nostalgic sigh. 'By trying to save someone who's heart had already been butchered dead.' He mumbled. 'Um....pardon?' 'Let me tell you a story.' 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This book may contain: ◇ Strong language ◇ Violence ◇ Smut(ish) ◇ Self-harm ◇ Eating disorders If any of you are sensitive to any of the stuff written above, please don't read my book. I will not bear any kind of criticism. And please keep in mind that I'm a Wattpad reader myself, if any of the events from my book seem like they've been copied from other stories/books, it's totally coincidental. This is an original plot. [New updates every weekend.] 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷 ●ㅅ●
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UPDATED: Just did an edit/rewrite and republished! Word count: 9.7k Excerpt: You had relaxed down so much without noticing (since you were so engrossed in the photos), that your arms were now crossed underneath your chin and placed on top of his right leg. He stretched out his left leg so that it wasn't pressing into your stomach, then leaned forward a bit and began to place soft strokes on your back with his free hand, sometimes moving up to stroke your hair. ... Although it had been many months now that you were comfortable with skinship, you weren't quite sure how it had gotten to where the routine had become almost an intimate thing. Platonic intimacy was something you'd always been comfortable with, but you weren't sure whether this routine that the two of you shared was platonic anymore or whether it had turned into something more. ~~~ I woke up from a dream where the first scene in the bedroom had happened, and I had to write it down. But this of course has more details than the dream. Also let's just pretend it's believable that a company would let a male idol group have a female live-in manager 😅 Oh and this is a one-shot. I do not intend to continue the story. This is my first fic, so let me know what you think!

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