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dancing with silhouttes | dittoverse (you are Ban Heesoo) by orphan_account
Fandoms: NewJeans (Korea Band), Ditto - NewJeans (Music Video), Ditto - NewJeans (Song)
30 Dec 2024
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Regret is one powerful drug. Often, I find myself intoxicated on it.
Perhaps only then, I could gaze into the clouds of heaven.
When my deliria worsens, I could almost make out your face.Lately, I've been starting to forget.
I don't want to.If I had the opportunity to rewind time to last summer,
I would stare into your eyes and tell you that..."You're not alone. I also like you."
EXTREMELY SLOW BURN
1997- back-story
1998-1999 w/ nwjnsBan Hee-Soo = Bunnies (read with Korean accent)
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- Part 3 of newjeansverse
Bookmarked by mybetterhalf
27 Aug 2025
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In a quiet room built for trust and distance, two people learn how close too close really is.
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- Part 2 of Ppotoz Stories
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28 Jun 2025
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Kim Minjeong is a bratty actress who starts volunteering at a nursing home to repair her image following a scandal.
Yu Jimin is the emotionless volunteer coordinator who isn't impressed by her in the slightest.
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26 May 2025
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“I saw you on the internet.” The girl pulls her door wider, revealing gapped baby teeth and dark hair erupting its way out of a ponytail. She’s round-faced and her clothes don’t fit quite right. “Teach me to dance.”
Smothered panic courses through Chaeyeon. “I’m not a teacher,” comes her excuse. “Not a dancer, either,” she adds, as less of an afterthought than perhaps it should be.
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15 May 2025
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Minjeong turns her face to the sky. “God,” she whispers when the stars blur sharp and too close. “God, forgive me.”
“No,” Jimin says, voice raw. She’s going to die like this. “Don’t ask Him for that.”
Minjeong turns to her, eyes salted, shattered electric. “I’m not,” she shudders, anoints Jimin’s forehead with spit and light. “I’m asking you.”
Small towns know too much and forgive too little. Their latest eschatological parable goes like this: the sunburnt storm and the golden lamb find each other nineteen and knee-deep in creekwater, learn something of thistle itch and fever hymn. Bruised halos and wildfire lips, they waste their fathers’ diesel and fuck past county lines.
It’s a hard lesson for a homily now, but the origin is awfully simple. Minjeong prays for something holy. Jimin answers with an open mouth.
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16 Apr 2025