Dokja X Jonghyuk Novels & Stories

He smacked the back of Hoshi's head. "Ahhh!" Hoshi winced before he sent a glare. "Hoshi! Hoshi! Hoshi! I beat your high score!" Dokyeom shouted, running towards their side. He showed him a screenshot of yesterday's game on his cellphone. As if he's the most amazing person in Earth, Dokyeom stood proudly, making a check sign using his fingers there under his chin. If only he has the ability to grow his nose long like Pinocchio, it'll be perfect.

A small Korean flag beside a stack of lyric notebooks. Soft music played from his speakers—an old track he used to perform, remixed with modern K-hip-hop beats. ♪ Dopamine rushing through my veins Give it to me, pour it all over Dance for me, lose control Yaka-yaka, going crazy… ♪ He sang every line perfectly—smooth Korean flow, English hooks, voice low and precise. A knock at the door. He frowned. This late? He opened it. Jaxon, Kai, and Ryu stood there—each holding a bottle of Spanish wine, grinning like troublemakers.

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"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

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(Sharon Jackson) Just as the show started its recording, Hwa Young and Sharon Jackson were approached by a man. He’s actually a fairly known Idol group singer, Kyu Dong Woo, quite a good-looking fellow, as for his popularity, he can be said quite famous, but not to the point of even matching half of Hwang Hwa Young's fame. Only recently after he joined the shows, and actually made it known that he was actually falling in love with Hwa Young and actively chasing her, that is why his fame rose exponentially. As for his personality, it was questionable, as a matter of fact, he was a famous womanizer and a certified grade A scumbag. And with Hwang Hwa Young's beauty, her shapely figures, and on

“Boys, I made some cookies for you. Come and give it a try.” “Yes!” We all shout and immediately start inhaling the cookies. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON JD is standing in front of the DJ console while looking at his phone every second. He’s waiting on Freya’s message. Danny approaches him. “Hyung, why do you look worried?” Danny asks JD. “Your Freya-noona hasn’t send me a message. They are suppose to board the flight to Korea now.” JD answers.

Ketut said casually. “Doki-Doki?” Vincent was wondering. “It’s called Doki-Doki. A power focusing on one’s imagination. The swords you wield or planted in you are your Jowa. A Jowa is a thing that becomes the source of your power. Every time you use this power, it costs your Iru that your Jowa produces.” Wayan explained.

His funny, loving and cute Cilia was gone forever. He bowed his head in more regret as he cursed the day he met the gold digger that used and ditched him. The bitch that's making him wallow in regret and self-pity right now.... SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA "Let's take ten everyone." Jae Young said as he removed his guitar from his body and dropped it. He stared at Jian who was sitting down on a couch in the studio room while her attention was on her phone. "Jikeum meohaeyo Jian?(What are you doing now Jian?)"

*** Only a few days later after the testing, I find myself back in the hospital. Doctor Jones, who was introduced to me as co-head pack doctor, stands behind Doctor Koppler, who is seated at a sterile desk, his hands folded against his lips. It seems like an eternity has passed since one of the people present in the room has said something, and I gulp, forcing myself not to disrupt the uncomfortable silence with some awkward set phrase.